From: Adrian Tymes (wingcat@pacbell.net) Subject: Re: [PW!] Beginner's Luck Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/06 Maria Rocket wrote: > Maria hugged his arm. "So, how does a little walk around the ship sound? The > sea air will relax us..." > > "Meeeowth!" Slasher looked over as a flash of red light zapped out of Maria's > coat pocket. A familiar yellow Pokemon looked around in a daze. > > "Psyyy yie yie." > > "Look like James want go on walk too," Mimic noted. > > "Psy." He waddled after Slasher as they left the room. He looked back at > Estro, who was still in his room. "Psyduck duck." > > Estro blinked. "Huh?" > > "Psy." Then James closed the door behind them with a click. "Correct Mimic if Mimic wrong, but is not Indigo landlocked?" "Indigo Plateau? Yes, why?" Mimic pointed to a banner announcing "Final Round, 0-6 Badges, Indigo Exhibiton Match". "How can games be on ship if ship no there?" "Oh, that." Maria blinked. "They're *still* going on? I guess the trainers must've refused to miss this cruise for the games. I'd bet almost everyone on this ship will be in the audience." "Except those who want take advantage of distraction. Even odds Giovanni have some agents ransack all rooms while occupants here." At Maria's suprised stare, Mimic shrugged. "Is what Mimic would do, if in charge." "But I thought..." "Is what Mimic *would* do. But Mimic no want be Rocket." Maria froze in her tracks. "Mimic know, Maria have work at some point. Mimic no stop Maria. Just...please no ask Mimic help. Please." "Alright." She placed a hand on his cheek [1]. "Were you...ever on these cruises before? I mean, you know, back when...?" "Yes. This no Mimic's first or second cruise. Mimic...rather not talk about it. All those memories painful." "I understand." Which had, she thought, become what they needed to assure each other of. Not "I love you," for it was not love that they needed from each other, regardless of observers' guesses as to just how deep their mutual feelings ran. But "I understand" was something that each one could never quite be certain of, unless made explicit. To say the one was almost to say the other... TBC? [1] On his *face*, perv. ^_-