From: Cat-Gonk (catgonk@azureheights.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] Call of the Tour Guide Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000-09-07 02:36:59 PST Meeh! Meeh meeh Wed, 06 Sep 2000 21:08:18 -0700, caheeh meeh meeh LordLocke <locke@napanet.net> meeh caheeh! >Anywho, you ASKED for this, Gonk. Hope ya knew exactly what you were >getting yourself into. BTW, if you want, ya can ignore TBFPOC. Their >part is just an oversized cameo reminding people that, yes, with Gads' >return, THEY would come back as well. The most ill-organized, >politically-incorrect, totally-senseless, self-gratifying bunch of >seafaring bunglers on the ship that ON ONE wants a ride on without a >death wish, or at least a lot of free time... the seabound heck-hole, >The Barely Floating Peice of Crap.) Heh. >*Hellion Town Docks* > > Where the forest ended, the seaside section of Hellion Town began. >Gads, Mara, and Andrew entered, suprised at the sudden contrast of >forest-to-developed city. They stepped to the side to let another tour >tram head out into the woods. > > "Oh WOW! Look at this place?" Mara just looked from left to right >then left again, taking in the sites. > > "A bona-fied tourist trap. Look at all the people..." Andrew was >amazed that they had wandered that close to such a populated resort and >hadn't noticed. There had always been something strange about Hellion Town. It was as if half the people in the world knew where it was, and the other half didn't. > "A seaside resort, a tour service... even sea cruises. Geez... I >never heard of this Hellion Town, and I wonder why I never had." > > Mara simply giggled, getting Andrew's attention. "What's so funny." > > "One of those cruse ships. Their prices are cheap... but their name >isn't so comferting..." > > Andrew looked at the ship's name, then laughed himself. "The Barely >Floating Peice of Crap? What kinda cruse ship is that?" Felix stood on the boardwalk, checking himself over. "I could have sworn that I..." His joints ached, as if he hadn't moved for months. Likewise, his throat was dry and his eyes hurt when he opened them. Oddish sat on his shoulder, shielding its eyes from the sun with its foliage. "Where'd that girl go? Hey, wait a minute. When did that get there?" He'd have noticed if a half-submerged lump of barnacle-encrusted driftwood bearing the name "The Barely Floating Piece Of Crap" had somehow managed to float into Hellion Town and attempted to pass itself off as a cruise ship, wouldn't he? Whatever had happened, he was on the docks now, and a kid with white hair and a tail was swaggering past him with his friends. Something about the trainer reminded him of Raven, an old friend of his. Maybe it was the walk, or the Mankey, or something else. There were Pokeballs on his belt marking him as a trainer. > Gads shrugged. "One to avoid." Gads then took another look >around. "I guess we should find the Pokecenter. This place isn't very >big, but it's jam-packed. We better find out more about where we are." "Hey. You there. The guy with the tail." Gads turned around, still somewhat unsure of his surroundings. "Yes?" "I don't think I've seen you here before, and I noticed the Pokeballs on your waist," said Felix. It was a standard trainer introduction, "so how about a battle? I haven't fought anyone outside of this town for quite a while now." Oddish lifted its head, and began to size up Monk-chan. Gads had only been in this place for a few minutes and someone was already challenging him to a battle. His return to the world of Pokemon training appeared to be off to a good start. TBC...