From: Adrian Tymes (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Return to Maiden's Peak
Date: 2000-09-08 20:10:22 PST
> Adrian Tymes wrote:
[a forgettably cheesy Princess Bride ref]
> "I heard it already! Didn?t I explain this to you before?!" Drake rolled
> his eyes, but stopped in the middle of an exasperated sigh. "Hey, that
> Scyther wasn?t speaking in a human language before. Who are you,
> then?" When the Dragonite looked back down, he saw the Scyther
> walking behind his back.
> "Come back here after the festivities end this evening."
> The Dragon pokemon turned his head to the other side to see where the
> Scyther was headed off to, but it wasn?t there. He quickly looked up to
> see if it was flying off, but the skies were clear as well.
> "That?s twice, in one day. Now I know something strange is going on
> A voice from the Dragonite?s hand said "Ditto."
> Drake sweatdropped and muttered "Wise-ass."
"Mimic no currently have ass. Not look good here."
Before Drake could respond, the priest ahemed for attention, then began
> The crowd was completely absorbed in the beautiful painting, and no one
> even noticed the raven haired youth dissolve soundlessly into the ground. They
> were still gazing at the painting, waiting for anything unusual to break them
> out of their trance.
Sans one, that is.
#Mimic no think dissapearing boy part of script.#
Drake was about to speak, then frowned. Mimic's voice was distinct from
the priest's, almost as if in a different reality...
#Telepathy. Mimic teach later, if want. For now, just think, and Mimic
That made Drake uncomfortable. Mimic was a friend, sure, but if he
could just randomly read thoughts...
#Promise no try. Need spend effort pick up more than surface anyway.
Just doing this so no make noise, no interrupt priest's tale.#
#Drake got it.#
#Ok. Now, what's this about a dissapearing boy?#
#Drake missed it setting up. Boy gone now. But see empty spot in front
of crowd? Boy sink through ground there.#
#Mysteries upon mysteries...#
#Pipe down back there! Some of us can't hear ourselves think!#
Drake and Mimic flinched at the psychic yell, turning instinctively
towards the direction it had come from. Scanning the crowd, Drake soon
saw a familiar figure, albeit one that few had seen from the back
Drake and Mimic chose to spend the rest of the priest's story in
complete silence, verbal and psychic, with no active assistance from a
certain gym leader.