From: BBD127 (bbd127@aol.com) Subject: [PW!] Unorthodox methods Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/24 Last time... Taron got to the scene just in time to see Procyon facing off against the Staryu. "Ok, I really need to capture this pokemon so, GO...." The continuation... "...Blueberry!" he finished. The sphere in his hand released a red beam which fluidly shot through the air and assembled itself into a giant pink jellybean, better known as a Chansey. "Chan!!" "All right, Chansey, give it a Doubleslap!!" "CHAN! Chansey chan sey chan sey sey chan chan chan sey chan!!!" it screamed furiously, assaulting the water Pokemon with its stubby arms. At last it finished. "SEY." The Staryu blinked and said "Yu?" (Ok, so Staryus can't blink since they don't have eyes, but if it did have eyes you can be DANG SURE it would've blinked!! ...ahem. Anyway....) It appeared unhurt by the onslaught. "Hm... all right, try Pounding it." "ChanSEY!" Blueberry cried, bashing it once again. As before, it appeared more curious than hurt. "All right," sighed Procyon. "I don't think this is working." "No kidding," commented Taron. "Hey!" he shot back. "We'll just have to try something a little different. Hm..." Finally he brightened. "A-ha!" he said in a very aha-ish tone. "I've got it!" With that he bent over and untied his shoe. He then took it off, picked it up, and threw it at the Staryu as hard as he could. It squealed and fell over. "What the - ?" said Taron. Procyon grinned and tossed the Pokeball in his hand towards the Staryu. It was sucked inside... The ball shook.... And shook.... And shook.... And then STOPPED. "I caught it!!! I actually caught it! YES!! I rule!!" laughed Procyon. "I caught it, I caught it, I caught it, it's mine, YES!!" Taron, meanwhile, was just standing there, mouth open. "It worked? He just threw a stupid shoe at the thing and he CAUGHT it?" He shook his head. "That just isn't right." Meanwhile Procyon was oblivious to him as he rushed off, Pokeball in hand, to a Pokecenter to get it cured. Hours later. Taron and Procyon were sitting on a rock in the forest, resting from their travels. Taron had released all his Pokemon for the moment, and Tumbleweed was seen chasing Pierre while Rampage eyed him suspiciously. His Spearow had flown off somewhere looking for worms (after several stern warnings that Pierre was NOT on the appetizer list.) Procyon had also released his Pokemon. Bulletwing was practicing gentler landings while Chansey was balancing its egg on its head, singing happily. His Staryu he had in front of him while he examined it. "All right," he was saying. "Got Staryu's entry written. Now then, let's see what kinds of attacks you know right now." He pointed his Pro-dex at the starfish and listened as it chirped, "Staryu. Attacks: Tackle and Water Gun." "All right, not bad," commented Procyon. "Now then, what should we call you?" He paused a moment in contemplation. "A Staryu... what would be good for a Staryu... hm... I've got it!" He paused dramatically. "I shall call you... Pleiades!" The Staryu didn't seem to mind that much, so he took that as an affirmative and allowed it to wander around a little. "Now then, I have some more work to do..." "Work?" said Taron. "You already have an entry for every Pokemon we've encountered so far! You even wrote entries for all my other Pokemon in your spare time! What more could you possibly have to do?!" When he got no response, he leaned over Procyon's shoulder to look at what he was working on. He gave a low groan when he saw the title: "The Fine Art of Catching Pokemon by Throwing Shoes at Them." ^_^ TBC ~BBD127 "Mr. Data, things are only impossible until they're not." ~Captain Jean-Luc Picard