From: Dryad (dryad48@aol.commoner) Subject: [PW!] Dreamaway Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/21 ---- S. S. Anne ---- It was supposed to be a day of relaxation on the S.S.Anne. That's what most people were here for. It was supposed to be a day to bask in the sun. That's what most people were here for. It was supposed to be a day overlooking the beauty of the ocean. That's what most people were here for. It was suppsed to be a day of late night dances, getting it on with the chicks, and getting drunk off your ass. That's what most people were here for. ATR was not most people, but they did get drunk off their ass. After finishing up on all mini missions going on in both Fuscia City, and Ivory Island, witnessing death, evolving pokemon by no commands, switching bodies, and hearing painful lullabies sung by two obnoxious members, ATR settled on this grand ship, but still, not to rest. Rumor went about that Dreadite was lurking somewhere on the ship. They found this out right at the time they had just begun to settle down. Of course, half the people were seasick. "Where's Simon?" James asked. "Out pimpin'." Saber laughed. "Hgmgmgmgmg!" Derek burst out of his chair running towards the balcony holding his mouth shut. While making his mad dash, Raven, Saber, and James, whom Derek was playing Thirteen with, sneaked a 'tiny' glance at his hand, took a 2 here, placed 3 there, took an Ace here, put a 3 there, then settled back in their seats and waited. And waited. "Where's Derrick?" James asked. "I'd assume he's shitting off of the balcony." "No, the other Derrick." "I'd assume he's shitting off of the balcony." "...The OTHER DERRICK." "There's three of em'?" ".........................." Saber laughed. They got up again and reached for Derek's wallet, which was packed with money he'd won here and there durring other games. They took a 20 here, placed a 1 there, took two 10's here, put a penny there. And lastly, Saber put his out of flavored chewing gum into one of the pockets. They settled back down and waited. And waited. "Where's Fox and Gohan?" James asked. A stern look was given. ".....Ooooohhhhh." James nodded in understanding. Saber laughed. And they waited. Finally, they three got up and reached for Derek's wallet again. They took a Visa here, a Master Card there, an ATR Express here, a Discover there. Then the couple.... and James set on their conquest in search of the perfect margarita mix. Derrick coughed out the last bit of foulness in his mouth and headed out of the public bathroom. This was only the second time he'd been out on a boat. Over a stickly stain of blueness drenching the earth's dry surface. The stench emanating from his mouth was enough to attract knats from Cerulean. It wasn't scorching at all, as Spring had just begun to take its course. In fact, there appeared to be rain clouds hovering close above ship. However, people were still relaxing other than those with upset stomaches. Maybe Derrick thought about and noticed things too much... How was he supposed to sit here and clear his thoughts, anyway? TRs were lurking. Gohan and Fox occasionally popped up causing a scene. They had already forced Derrick to relocate himself four times from embarrasment. Fortunately, they decided to turn around and terrorize Drew, who locked himself in his cabin. To top it all off, he thought he had seems something huge swimming in the distance. Now he was having Gyarados phobia. A sudden jolt within Derrick's stomache caused him to run up to the balcony and spew it all out in chunks that were similar to mashed pickles and peanutbutter. After wiping his mouth, Derrick looked up and saw Derek's head hanging out over the ocean. He obviously had the same problems. Derrick decided to approach, but fell over and landed on the floorboards. When he got back up and looked down he saw... Fox and Gohan were lying asleep on the ground. A huge metal baseball bat lied next to their heads. Derrick looked to the left to see Drew sitting in the lawn chair with messed up hair and red stained eyes. He was snickering and grinning wryly to himself. "You fool!" Derrick turned around as did Derek. Raven, Saber, and James were standing there. "Heh, Derek." "Yes?" Both Derrick and Derek responded at the same time. "Not you, I mean Derrick." "Me?" they replied. "No the other Derek." "What?" "NO the one on your right." "???" "YOUR OTHER RIGHT!" "....." "YES YOU." "What?" they said again. "Ah shutup." Saber laughed. ---- Saffron City ---- *SCYYYYYYYTHEEEEEEEEERRRR!* A huge green mantis-like beast which had been hovering in the air like a helicopter had suddenly felt a burning pain all over its body as it slowly kneeled down towards the ground. "NOO!" Lynne screamed as a Flareon which used Fire Blast had taken out one of her best pokemon. Ever since her miserable defeat against Sarah Jane in the pokemon league competitions, she was one who was ashamed of showing her face around these parts. Sure, she had won most of the battles in her lifetime, but that wasn't enough. The spoiled brat wanted more to gain. She wanted to be the best trainer in the world. "How could you LOSE?" she glared at Scyther. *Scyther?* "Four times, you lost for me. I thought you were a good pokemon." Lynne turned her nose towards the sky and averted her eyes from the desolate pokemon. "You used to be good, what happen?" *Scy?* Scyther approached Lynne closer and slid his arm across her face gently. "Ah! Don't touch me you failure!" With that, Lynne pushed its hand away and slapped Scyther across the face. "You don't deserve to be trained by someone such as myself." She muttered a few more curses at the Scyther and returned it to it's Pokeball. "Time to call upon a reliable source. Go, Magmar!" The pokeball containing Scyther wriggled around a bit until it fell out of Lynne's pouch and rolled away..... Scyther looked out upon the clearness of the vast open skies surrounding the paths beyond which could not be accessed. Scyther knew he could never reach the other side of the path to a faint glimmer of happiness. The world's eyes were looking away. It was so hard to be someone strung out from today. All that he knew was slipping away. *There is no hope, only the illusion of serenity.......* ::BAM BAM BAM:: There was a monochromatic dizziness of a beat against the door. And Lynne approached it. Two tall dark men were standing in the mere distance of the door end. "Yes? What is it you want?" "Ma'm?" They handed her a tiny slip of paper and a pokeball. "Is this your Trainer's ID?" "Um, yeah..." "Ma'm, I'm afraid we have some extremely awful news that will deffinitely upset you. You better sit down, ma'm." Lynne slowly made her way to her couch. "What is it? Did my PW! subscription expire?" She turned to get a sip of her coffee. "Oh, and please. There's no need to say ma'm every sentence or two. I can manage myself as an independant woman." "It's very unfortunate for us to tell you this, ma..." Another person came in with a Scyther lying lifeless and perpendicular to the ground. "Your pokemon is.. dead." "Get that thing out of here, it'll stink up the house." "............." "You heard me, you're from public services, so please don't bother me. That pokemon was no more use to me than desert needs rain. Now shoo!" The men stopped speaking, and gave Lynne a very perculiar look. She sighed and walked in the other room, returning with a purse. "Here." She handed them a few hundred dollars. "Have it cremated, and don't come back unless something important happens." Lynne locked the door behind the two men and sighed again. She sat back down in front of the television watching reruns of a trainer battling Lance using Butterfree. The Butterfree helped the boy win, but it died in the cause. "Now that's the kind of pokemon I need. Something reliable." Scyther's soul cried. ---- Celadon City: Pokemon Courthouse ----- "This was much harder than I'd ever dream it to be," Machop sweated as he began to stand up and give his final speech. It would be the final plea for mercy on the Mankey accused of attacking a trainer. The final witness, an incompetent Abra had taken the last furatic swipe at confining Mankey with the worst sentence possible. It was almost no use. Afterall, it was a fighting pokemon's word against a psychic pokemon's word. It was like going into battle without weapons against a man twice your size, whom also had a huge sword with elemental powers. Mankey was a dead pokemon the minute Abra opened it's mouth and cried out it's heavy burden of inconsistent lies. After his final words, Machop sat down and sighed heavily. He had been losing many cases in the recent months. He knew this one would come as a failure too. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like in Mr. Karp's skin. And where was Mr. Karp anyway? Machop wandered. ---- Near the Seafoam Islands ---- Every creak and crack throughout the Seafoam Islands was rythmically singing with the evening wind. And those songs of depression and sorrow drifted as far as Cinnabar, and as far as Fuscia, and as far as Vermillion. Clouds filled the skies like a carousel of wooden horses stuffed inside a wooden chest locked in the attic. And beneath those clouds a Gyarados as long as an Onix roamed the side. though it's size were huge, it was outcasted by the group for he had no sense of living in the wilderness back then. All he knew back then was what to object to, what cases to take and not take, how to coarsen his voice to his convenience causing frustration among others, and how to not do things the wild way. Now he was in search of that same tribe. In less than half a year, he was able to capture and feast on nests of Tentacruel and Lapras. But there was much to be desired. No one to share this glory with. The only friend he had since the day he was abandoned was a man as lonely as he, who lived in a glum lighthouse in the north. In the distance, faint music, or what he thought was music could be heard. No such thing was known to his ears in ages. He looked that direction and saw what appeared to be a white whale with faded sparkles of mist emanating from its top. The Gyarados approached. Gyarados's heart leaped. ---- Pewter City ---- "Fifty six pokemon in four months! Fifty six pokemon in four months!" Aurora Flo had a kind of evil that was almost unique to Team Rocket. She treated every pokemon she had captured, or stolen, like it was her own. Even though about only one pokemon could be kept each month, it seemed like it didn't phase her. "So, I don't see exactly how you can train fifty six pokemon..." Mariah Sprocket responded. "I mean, you've got enough trouble raising that Jinx of yours... AND IT'S BEEN IN MY MAKEUP AGAIN!" "It's the principle of the situation, I mean, think of how many bug trainers will be drooling over this high level Beedrill." Aurora picked up a specially labeled pokeball and shined it into the light. "Well, what about the others? Dragonair, Sandslash, Fearow, and the bunch?" Mariah was becoming a little grouchy after having lost that bet. She had said Aurora wouldn't capture fifty pokemon within five months, and put her Gengar on the line. Aurora smiled as her mystic blue hair waved across the spread of the bed. "They'll do me good." She picked up another one. "Especially this Gengar." Mariah groaned. Aurora was three years younger, and seemed to be a better trainer. She grabbed a handful of pokeballs and tossed them into the air. "Weeeeee!" Haven, another TR, and Mariah's boyfriend, entered the room. "Hey, baby." He started necking her and pulled his arms around her neck. "Mmmmmmm... " Mariah's eyes closed. "Aurora, go play with your pokeballs somewhere else." "Okay..." Aurora winked at Mariah and made her way out of the room while grabbing pokeballs left and right, which littered the carpet. As Aurora made her way to the door Haven stared at her with much curiousity and horniness. Mariah punched Haven extremely lightly. "Cut it out." As Aurora turned on the television, she heard various thumping noises from the room. The news said that three TR members who have been suspects of over six hundred felonies in the past few months have been spotted around various parts of Pewter City, and there would be police patroling around. "We'd better keep a low profile until things cool down a bit..." Aurora murmured to herself. ^And in furthur news, ATR may be filing for bankrupcy!^ "Finally, geez. Thank goodness." ^Here, we have an ATR member just about to board the S. S. Anne. His name is...Saber?^ The news lady mumbled to herself. ^what kinda na...Here's what he has to say...^ Saber laughed. To Be Continued _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ~Dryad48: Weekly Quote: "You are responsible for the talent that has been entrusted to you." -Henri F. Amiel "Hide people from bad things and you've made them weaker." -Me