From: Cat-Gonk (catgonk@azureheights.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] Body Shopping Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000-09-06 00:46:40 PST Meeh! Meeh meeh 04 Sep 2000 20:56:09 GMT, caheeh meeh meeh jonf911@aol.comSailorV (Survivor Pick of the Week is..Kelly) meeh caheeh! >That was Arcanine. Experience gave this Pokemon strength, and also the >knowledge with how to deal with Rocket smoke bombs: cry like a Krabby just took >a chunk out of your testicles. Pausing only the few seconds necessary to build >tears, Arcanine took off where he last saw Night Shade. > >*** > >It took Pidgeot but a minute to clear the smoke well enough for the group to >retrieve their bearings. When they were able to look around, they were greeted >with the sight of Arcanine lying across Kirsty's stomach about 40 yards away, >easily holding her down. They quickly surrounded the pair. > >"Arrgh..." groaned the ghost. "Damn dog." > >The four looked at each other, then at Kirsty's body. Suddenly, the body went >limp and Arcanine's head snapped down. Its head went through a few brief >convulsions, then remained steadfast. > >"The ghost left her body!" Jon yelled. > >"I think it's in Arcanine! Watch out!" Damian cautioned. "NO!" Sarah Jane >yelled, Pokedex in hand. "It's moving that way through the woods, towards the >main campus commons!" > >"And if it gets there..." Runt started... > >"It has a choice of about 200 bodies to inhabit," Sarah Jane finished. > >"We gotta stop it!" Pidgeot and Arcanine led the charge, bearing down after the flickering image racing towards the woods. The rest of the group were close behind, struggling to keep up with the Pokemon. It seemed that any Pokemon unable to keep pace with the others were attacking the spectre from a distance, but their attacks didn't seem to faze it at all. It was as if Night Shade wasn't even there. Kirsty's body lay spent and lifeless, a discarded bundle of flesh and blood. Keeping his distance, a young student who had been watching the battle unfold carefully approached Kirsty's corpse, and reached down to feel the pulse on her neck. To his dismay, there was nothing, not even the faintest signs of life. He stood up, and turned to walk away. (OOC: I went through Yoda's sig, and I saw the Z-Man quote...) "I'm still alive you moron." Night Shade tore into him with a powerful psionic attack, made even more viscious by her anger at having been defeated at the hands of mere children. He didn't even have time to guard his mind against the attack, he was dead before he even realised Kirsty was still alive. To anyone else, it would have appeared that he was unhurt, as he was standing upright, but his eyes had glazed over and his mind had been utterly destroyed. "Be thankful" said Night Shade coldly to the dead body in front of her, "that I have neither the time nor the energy to possess you.". Looking into the distance, the group of trainers that she had attacked earlier were still chasing her mental projection. Moving it into a crowd of students, she stopped projecting the image, making it appear as if "the ghost" had possessed someone in the crowd. A wisp of spectral energy engulfed the thick clipboard in the student's hands, scanning the pages for signs of Pokemon worth stealing. "Charmander, L13, Keith Peterson." "Charmeleon, L24, William Adams." "Charmeleon, L37, Tracey O'Neill." "Charizard, L43, Jessica Ivory." "Charizard, L86, Trainer Unknown." The student's list was a record of all the Pokemon living in the Rosetta University that weren't wild or owned by the staff or students. The last entry on the list had to be her Charmeleon. After more than a decade of living in the wild, it would have had to have evolved by now. "Nest, Enclosure 23A." Night Shade already knew the layout of the place, having studied it extensively before she had embarked on her final heist. "That's too far away," she thought, "I can't go that far without being seen, or teleport without being noticed." Drawing on her mental energy, Night Shade searched the entire town for Charizard's mental signature. Kadabra knew what it was while it was still alive, and thus, Night Shade had inherited the memory from her now-deceased Pokemon when she absorbed its powers. In a matter of minutes, Night Shade had located her Pokemon. It was at the target ranges, testing its Flamethrower attack. Concentrating, Night Shade initiated her first attempt at telepathy. "It's me, Night Shade." The contact broke off, Night Shade unable to restrain from giggling as a passing stranger was shaken and Thundershocked by a trainer believing him to be possessed by a ghost. "It's me, your former master." Charizard turned away from the targets, and flew into the air. <How do I know it's you?>. His voice, even though it was only a projection of his thoughts, sounded deeper and more worldly-wise. "Would I be talking to you otherwise?" <Kadabra's dead. You're dead. I saw it myself.> "Look, I can explain it all later. At the moment, I need you to create a distraction. Attack those people below you. One of them stole my Pokebelt while I was unawares, and I want it back. Once I've got it, we'll Teleport out of here. Got that?" Charizard looked down at the earth below. Indeed, a Butterfree was following alongside a large group of trainers running frantically through a crowd. One of them held a Pokebelt rather than wearing it. The mental voice sounded like that of Kadabra's and his former master's combined together, but he couldn't be sure. <I don't know who you are, but I'd be glad to help you anyway. It'd been so long since I've done something evil.> "That's my Charmeleon, oop, Charizard." Night Shade wasn't used to her companion's new name. "Don't worry about finding me, I'll find you." Swooping down to the earth below, Charizard let fly with a barrage of flames. Though there would have been at least ten trainers with the capability to destroy him in the throng below, they didn't have enough time to do anything but run for cover. "That's my distraction." Vanishing in a flicker of energy, Night Shade re-appeared beside Runt. "What's happening? I just woke up." Night Shade knew he wouldn't believe her if he thought about it, but like everyone else, he was more concerned with his own safety rather than uncovering what was in control of Kirsty's body. For the moment, she could blend in. Corkscrewing around a blast of Thunder, Charizard unleashed another Flamethrower attack. TBC....