From: Shimarisu (rachel.r@scotland.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] Because Dr. Proctor is just so cool. And, a revelation. (Akito, Nisemon) Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/15 > "See for yourself. On a hunch, I tried this out. I had to modify this a > little.... but..." Proctor handed Akito a Pokedex. > > "Uhhh..." he pointed it at Nisemon, who was starting to come to his senses. > > "Ditto. A Transform Pokemon. It is capable of copying an enemy's genetic > code to instantly transform itself into a duplicate of the enemy." > > "A... POKEMON?" "Noooooooo!" Nisemon screeched, flinging himself at Akito, and knocking the Pokedex out of his hand. Once the Pokedex was on the floor, Nisemon stamped on it with the heels of his (rather loose fitting) trainers, breaking the glass in the screen and scattering shards of plastic everywhere. As he frantically hammered the ground with his feet, his trainers predictably came off. Nisemon kicked them away and continued to perform overkill on the shattered remains of the now-unidentifiable machine. Long slivers of glass stabbed into his feet, causing blood to ooze out over the floor. "Dammit!" shreiked Nisemon. "Damn this infernal device!" Akito and Proctor simply stared, unable to think of anything to do or say in response to such a violent outburst. Finally, "Dittos can bleed?" volunteered Akito in a tone of voice that somewhat approached disbelief. "Er, I don't think so," Proctor guessed. "No!" yelled Nisemon. "I'm not a Ditto! I'm not! Minax told me to find out who I wanted to be, and this is just not it!" He glared at Akito. "You know, don't you. You know! That is why you've brought me here! Team Rocket found out! Bill said they were chasing me, and he was right!" Akito stared. "What are you talking about?" Nisemon felt terribly sick all of a sudden. The clinical smell of the room was making him gag, and the nausea, coupled with the pain in his feet, was causing the colours of the walls to spin in a way that hearkened back to the terrible vision of the laboratory that Doppler had forced him into. He had been put in a tight spot again, and the only way out of it was to lie. "I don't know anything about Team Rocket," he flustered, as the vortex closed in on him. He could have sworn that the colours in the room were turning to shades of sepia... The scene switched. Or rather, the colours evened out, flashing past him in an indistinguishable blur. And the air seemed to smack him in the face with such force that it felt as if it would knock him backwards. He was travelling at an intense speed, driving a Team Rocket jeep heading directly towards Mount Moon... .......... >Nisemon grinned. Stealing the jeep had been too easy. He (she) had simply gone up to that kid >Mondo and asked him to hand it over, and Mondo had been all too obliging. Of course, Nisemon had >been imitating a particular Rocket agent at the time, and had driven off in the jeep with the word >'sempai' ringing in his ears. >"I am everyone's sempai," stated Nisemon, who was now nise-Mondo, and really looking the part too - >what with the jeep and all. "I could be God, if I so wished. I'm feeling particularly omni today." he said, >and crashed the jeep into the side of the mountain. On purpose. That was the fun bit. Nisemon really >liked destroying things. ............ "Shit," exclaimed Nisemon. "Shit, shit, shit." He stared at the blur that was Akito, and his brain registered the unavoidable fact, which unbeknownst to him was not actually true at all, that Akito had seen everything. "I have never destroyed anything belonging to Team Rocket!" he yelled at the confused agent. " And I have never caused any member of Team Rocket any unavoidable embarrassment, either. Honest." The scene shifted again. What were they doing in a lighthouse? ........... >"Pi-pikachu!" Nisemon the Pikachu spat indignantly. >"I think we've had enough of the Pikachu speech, don't you?" said the researcher. "Turn into... Oh, I don't know. Something >that can talk." >"Sure," thought Nisemon, and obligingly morphed into Jessie of Team Rocket, only in this case the >unclothed version that you never see on TV. >"NOT LIKE THAT!" gasped Bill, as he staggered back and slapped his hands over his eyes in a >stereotyped anime nerd fashion. .......... Nisemon almost laughed, but he had to maintain the deception. Otherwise Akito would have become *really* suspicious. "I have never caused anyone to fall in love with a member of Team Rocket" he hastily added. "Cross my heart and hope to die..." .......... Another scene shift. This time, it was Brock's Diner. Nisemon was feeling most annoyed that Brock had not been present there, and had picked on somebody random instead. But this kid was not a member of Team Rocket, or any major character in particular. Ooh! Nisemon would make him suffer for that! >Splash looked across at the woman sitting opposite him. He should have noticed the way she >dismissed the Eevee, a considerably rare pokemon, indeed he should have wondered why she >obviously didn't care for it. He *should* have thought from the outset that stealing pokemon would have >been the Rocket agents' first perogative. >But he didn't notice any of that. >What he did notice was the way she smiled, the way the sun's rays that glinted through the windows >of the diner made little pools of light in her beautiful emerald eyes - almost as if they'd been painted >there. And the way her long purple hair framed her face... ....... "Uh yeah, and I don't mess with Rockets' love interests, either..." insisted Nisemon, unconvincingly. ....... They were now in Mount Moon. Nisemon had a strange habit of finding himself here. He also had a predilection for morphing into female Rockets, in order to break the hearts (and morales) of male agents... >"The fact is..." nise-Maria allowed herself a melodramatic sob, "That I really, really care about you, and >I was so scared that if I'd said this, you'd have laughed at me. Oh Shard, please don't laugh at me!" >She broke down in apparent tears, and covered her face with her hands. Well, Nisemon had to do this. >Otherwise the contorted grin that was now hidden would have become apparent. In fact, Nisemon had >to clamp one of Maria's hands over Maria's mouth to prevent the hysterical, maniac laughter that was >about to break forth. >Shard did not notice when he dropped the Pokedex on the floor. Neither did he notice when he did >similar to the Pokeball containing his latest acquisition... ......... "Nor have I made any overly laid-back agents look ridiculous..." ......... The scene remained the same. Nisemon was still in Mt. Moon, had transformed into that anorexic looking Purple Girl, and had chosen to follow her miserable partner in order to pick on him. Oh, his reaction had been *priceless*! >Murasaki soon resumed her pursuit. It was apparent to Kiniro, that he had now put himself in the >position of the prey being stalked, and she the position of the stalking predator. He made a mental >note to himself not to let this happen again. Murasaki continued with that strange SMILE. The giddy >smile almost of a cheerleader. This flirtatious Murasaki was almost more than he could handle, "AND >WHERE IN BLAZES WERE HER POKEMON?" his mind screamed out to him. He was not prepared >to deal with this situation. He'd never had anything like it happen before, other than with the only girl >who had ever made him feel truly happy around. The one that ATR had ripped brutally from his grasp. >He wasn't going through that pain again. He stopped, took a false step left, then charged right, to get >away from the dead end. ......... "What in HELL is going on?" Akito cut in suddenly, waking Nisemon from his trance. "Oh sorry," Nisemon apologised. "Don't you know? I always wanted to do a flashback sequence. It really *does* save a lot of time." "What flashback sequence?" Nisemon facefaulted. "You didn't SEE any of that?" "No, I didn't see a thing. Only you staggering about a bit, and saying a bunch of stuff that didn't actually make sense..." "Then what was the POINT of all that?" "I don't know!" Akito insisted. "*You* tell me." "Then I can't project my mind onto other people?" "Uh, no..." "Damn," said Nisemon. "I don't have god-like powers after all. Still, at least you don't know who I am. Hah!" He pointed at Akito mockingly. "You don't know about any of the stuff I subjected Team Rocket to!" "Er, can you always do that?" went a voice suddenly. Nisemon turned to see Doctor Proctor behind him. "Oh sorry," he said. "I guess I completely forgot you were there..." The doctor was looking at Nisemon's feet. The supposed Ditto did likewise. "What's wrong with my feet?" he asked. Akito stared. Nisemon's feet were flawless, supple and feminine. The skin was unbroken. There was not a mark on them. Neither was there a mark of blood on the floor... - TBC? - Shimarisu (who is sorry about this, heh. It was supposed to be a parody of padded out flashback eps, hope that was obvious. ;) Credit to Insanellama for the bit I copied out of the Kiniro flashback.)