From: Marco262, I _am_ the WooMaster (res0eymx@verizon.net) Subject: Re: [PW!] And off to somewhere different Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-08-06 14:01:14 PST Amber Foxwing wrote: > The Boy turned to look at Amber but she was gone... > > TBC > > (OOC: Now it's your turn!) "Amber?" Jason looked around. The boy just stared at him. "Oh, is that your Houndour's name? Well, then, I challenge you to a match." "What, just because his name is Amber?" "I have a rule about challenging trainers who give their pokémon stupid names." Jason heard a low growl coming from somewhere behind the boy, but he couldn't see any movement. "I don't think so, "my" Houndour isn't exactly battle fit." Darkfang feigned injury, swooning and falling over. "But, how about I test your Growlithe's strength with a superior type?" The boy shrugged. "It would be a good test." He scratched his Growlithe behind his ears. "Gaylord can take on pretty much any pokémon, but I can take him to pokémon center near here if he fails." The Growlithe smiled. "Groooowlithe!" Jason's mouth fell open. "Gaylord?" he thought, but he quickly snapped out of it. "All right Miami, it's your turn." Miami jumped up from the place where he was still eating, and leapt in between the two trainers. The gregarious Marowak struck a pose. <I'm hankering for some spankering, dudes! Let's get it on!> He held up his bone club, <I brought out the heavy artillery for this match, boy-o!> Miami spun the bone in his hand and tossed it still spinning at the Growlithe. The dog pokémon swiftly jumped up and grabbed the bone out of midair in his mouth. He hit the ground, tail wagging. <What the-hey! Give that back!> A very strange scene acted itself out before the trainers eyes. A Marowak tugged at his bone, trying to free it from a Growlithe's mouth, like a dog and its owner playing fetch. Jason started laughing, and the opposing trainer smiled a bit. Finally, Miami got his bone free. <Ah man! Now it's all slobbery! You're going down pooch!> He picked up a rock off the ground, tossed it up in the air and, as it came down, hit it with his club at the Growlithe. "What kind of attack is that?" asked the trainer. "Improvisation," replied Jason. "Normally, I'd claim cheating, but it doesn't seem to be working." Sure enough, the Growlithe was jumping about happily, enjoying each and every rock hit at him. "Alright Miami, enough fooling around," yelled Jason, "Use Strength!" Miami dropped his club and reached for a boulder set in the ground nearby. He put his tiny arms as far around the massive rock as they would go. His muscled strained, and sinews popped out against his hide. Then he realized it was too big and went for the smaller one next to it. Miami raised the boulder above his head, ready to mash the Growlithe into a pulp. "Flamethrower!" The Growlithe spewed a string of flames straight at the rock Miami was holding. The boulder grew hotter and hotter until it was glowing red. Miami yelped from the heat and pulled his hands down and blew on them to cool them off. Unfortunately, this left the boulder suspended in midair, and it decided it didn't like that position. So it fell, right on top of the poor Marowak. "That's game!" yelled the trainer. He and Jason ran up to the boulder, and tried to move it off of Miami, but it wouldn't budge. "Gee, I'm, uh really sorry about your, uh-" "Don't worry about it," Jason interrupted, "Miami's got the hardest head of any pokémon I've met. He'll be fine." Jason called out Wolfgang, who moved the stone in a second. The two humans and the pokémon crouched down to inspect the fallen Marowak. "Look at that," said Jason in exasperation, "He's sleeping. A little worse for the wear, but otherwise he looks completely happy." He shook his head and recalled Miami. "Well," said the Growlithe trainer, "I guess there's just one thing left to do." He held out his hand. "Oh yeah," Jason took the boy's hand in his. "Congratulations," he said smiling. "Actually, that wasn't what I had in mind." The boy curled his fingers a little, and someone nearby rang a bicycle bell. Jason grumbled something about commercialism and handed the boy roughly half of his money. The trainer walk off without another word, his Growlithe in tow. "You can come out now," said Jason, once the boy was out of sight. Amber stepped out of the bushes, blushing slightly. "I know, sorry you got put through that," she said apologetically, "If I hadn't run and hidden, you wouldn't have had to battle." Jason dismissed her comment with a wave of his hand. "Forget about it. Half isn't nearly as much as most people think. And like I said, Miami is fine. We just need to get him to the pokémon center to heal those minor wounds." Amber nodded, Jason recalled all his pokémon, and the two set off. TBC... (OOC: Good setup Amber. You've got a knack for creating conflicts.)