From: Shimarisu (shimarisu@my-deja.com) Subject: [PW!] [Attn: Shard, Insanellama] Welcome to Porta Vista! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/13 It was midday, and the sun had risen high in the cloudless sky, casting its blisteringly hot waves of sufficiently unheathy radiation onto the unbearably bright sand, off the blindingly glittering sea, and into the eyes of countless holiday makers. It was always sunny in Porta Vista. People came here as a break from their training, and to give their pokemon a well-earned holiday. It was a tour operator's dream come true, as well as a paradise for anyone wanting to run a money-earning scam. "This place was made for Rockets like us!" announced Sneakers, standing on the deck of his ship as the humans who he considered to be his charges steered the St. Artemis effortlessly onto the beach. "Don't you think it's pretty weird?" pondered Kiniro as he pushed out the gangplank, "How we've got all this way on the open sea with nothing going wrong?" "Yeah," the Meowth agreed. "Almost as if the forces that guide us have gone AWOL." A young woman with curiously styled purple hair gasped as she pushed her way out of the cabin. Murasaki had remained holed up in there for the entire journey. Of course, the concept of the endless, churning ocean had not scared her AT ALL. That most definitely was not the case. But as if she was sharing sleeping quarters with *that* guy. It had baffled her as to why the Meowth had insisted that the two of them should sleep together. Why he'd plied Kiniro with alcohol (Murasaki had refused to touch a drop) and then suggested loudly that the Rocket should respond to 'basic instincts'. Naturally, Kiniro had followed his suggestion to a tee (though not the way Sneakers had meant it), choosing instead to pick a fight with the nearest available target, and a drunken brawl had broken out between the pair of them. After which point Murasaki had retired to the cabin and bolted the door behind her. It certainly felt good now, to get out of that oven - though she would not have hinted that this was the case. She was seething with anger at the other two agents. Sneakers lead the way down the gangplank, grinning smugly as he marched ahead. This was *his* mission, and he wasn't going to screw it up. He would get these two together, for sure. Murasaki walked behind him with her arms folded, looking like a fed-up teenager. Kiniro, for his part, grabbed hold of the side of the boat, then pushed himself up and over, landing perfectly upright, feet first in the sand. Sneakers blinked. "Why do you DO that?" Kiniro's resolute, yet somewhat uncaring expression didn't change. "Because I can," he countered. Murasaki still looked glum. "It is awfully hot," she noted casually while holding her hand to her eyes. In truth she was about to pass out from the heat, but as if she'd admit that to *them*. Instead, she'd sort the matter out by herself. She pulled off her long gloves and threw them at Sneakers. "Hey!" yelled the Meowth, as the gloves hit him in the face. "Hey!" repeated Kiniro, as Murasaki grabbed hold of her black Team Rocket tunic and made to pull it off. Kiniro ran to her side, and snatched her hand just in time. "Don't d..." he spluttered as he was rewarded with a slap to the face, courtesy of Murasaki's free hand. "Don't *do* that!" he corrected, swiftly regaining his composure. "It's HOT," stated Murasaki, matter-of-factly. This was it. She would show him! If he didn't like her taking her clothes off, she would damn well strip to her underwear right in front of his face! She tried to pull at the tunic again, but Kiniro grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms down. "Damn it, stop!" he yelled, as Murasaki struggled to free herself, violently kicking her heel into his shins. How DARE he tell her what to do! More to the point, how DARE he touch her! "Yay!" cheered Sneakers, as Kiniro yelled in pain. "A real lover's fight!" At the Meowth's words, Kiniro and Murasaki stopped mid-struggle. Kiniro dismissively pushed Murasaki away. "Go on, do what you want," he told her, as she frantically brushed at her clothes as if she was trying to sweep his presence off her body. Instead of complying, she glared at him. Murasaki did not understand the concept of reverse psychology. Which was why, nine time out of ten, it worked on her. "Aaaanyway," said Kiniro, trying to change the subject while simultaneously aiming a sideways kick at Sneakers' head. "Hadn't we better find out where this contest is, so we can sabotage it?" - TBC? - Shimarisu