From: John Willemin (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [PW!] A Tale of Two Continents
Date: 2001-05-14 17:35:38 PST
"Are you sure you're okay?" Kyle asked of Jessica as he was
escorting her back to their Seafoam home from the hospital the morning
after Diedrich Starke had broken into their apartment. "You did get hit
with a door..."
"I'm all right," Jessica said softly as she leaned a tired head on
Kyle let out a barely audible sigh and put one arm around Jessica
as the couple headed back along the fifth-floor hallway. He had
explained to Jessica most of what had happened during her period of
unconsciousness...except for the things that he had lacked the heart to
tell her at the time.
When Kyle and Jessica re-entered their apartment, Thanatos the
black Gengar was there to greet them. He was holding the spotted
Nidoran egg that Espio had previously been taking care of.
Jessica lifted her head and looked around, as if something were not
right with this picture. Kyle knew what was coming. _Not now, not
now..._ he mentally pleaded.
"Where's Atropos?" Jessica wondered. "And Espio?"
Kyle's sigh this time was clearly heard. Jessica turned to look at
him. "Espio's going to be with Nurse Joy for a while; he got stabbed by
Starke's Scyther," Kyle explained. That was the easy part. "And
Atropos..." He paused, in his mind wishing that Jessica had been awake
to witness what he was about to explain for the sole reason that he
hated to have to explain it. "...she took a bullet trying to save you,
and she...she didn't..."
Kyle did not even have to finish his sentence before Jessica got
the point. She looked at Kyle with a kind of astonishment, then she
collapsed on to the living-room couch and buried her face in her hands.
Kyle sat down next to her. Thanatos, unfazed as he was by death,
shrugged and sat down in the Italian leather recliner in front of the
television to watch MTV. With his ghostly powers, he levitated the
Nidoran egg softly into a nearby armchair.
Kyle waited out Jessica's weeping, and eventually Jessica spoke up
again: "At least...she's with Torrasque now..."
As Kyle embraced Jessica, he thought about when he had had to cope
with Torrasque's death. Jessica had done everything in her power to
console Kyle then. Now the roles were reversed, and Kyle could not
muster a word.
Jessica resumed weeping. Kyle merely remained silent, internally
While this non-exchange was going on, Thanatos shot a quick glance
at the egg to his right. He swore he had just seen it move...
Meanwhile, in distant Goldenrod City...
"Cut!" a guttural voice bellowed. "That's a wrap!"
"Do you hear that?" said the voice of cyber-raptor Panopticon to
his young Pokémon pupils. "The melodiousss sssound of closssure! And
you know what that meansss..."
"The hunt is almost on," Shrapnel the Scizor responded, idly
clapping her steel claws together.
"Yay," said Shrapnel's unevolved sister Bombshell, without a hint
of enthusiasm. Ransack, the male Scyther sibling, just let out an angry
The corpulent Stevon Schpielbunk, he of the guttural voice, came
waddling up to Panopticon. "You're all done, Panop!" he announced
cheerily. "You too, Persian!" he added, addressing Blizzard the
Persian, who was half-asleep in a crate stuffed with styrofoam peanuts.
"The rest is up to the editors and the special-effects guys."
Schpielbunk reached into his pocket, then deposited a massive paycheck
into the cyber-saur's scaly hand. "You're really a natural in this
business, Panop! Expect to hear from me again when we're ready to do
'Blade Sprinter II!'"
Panopticon looked down at his paycheck as Schpielbunk trundled back
to where his crew was starting to put moviemaking things away. "An
impressssive sssum," Panopticon commented. "Perhapsss I will buy two
more Metal Coatsss..." He scowled at Bombshell and Ransack. "Not that
you two ssslackersss really *dessserve* to evolve..."
Ransack could contain his anger no longer. "Evolved or not, I'm
still going to kick your tin-plated ass for what you've been doing to
Shrapnel all this time!"
The cyber-saur's left eye twitched. "What...did you sssay?"
"I've seen the slash marks on her back!" Ransack snarled. "You
know, seeing how readily she obeyed you, I initially thought she was
just a mindless follower...but that's not it at all, is it? You've just
been beating the hell out of her to get her to obey!"
There was a seemingly long pause. Shrapnel turned away, fearing
for herself and her siblings now that Ransack was taking a stand.
Panopticon's nares flared. "Thisss...thisss...insssolence!" he
growled. For a moment he contemplated decapitating Ransack right then
and there, but he quickly decided that that would not be prudent in such
a crowded city scene as it was. For now, Panopticon plucked one of the
Pokéballs from the electromagnet on his back and beamed Ransack into
it. He placed the Pokéball back on top of the magnet, then he glared at
Bombshell. "For your sssake, I hope insssubordination
doesss not run in the family..."
Panopticon motioned to Inferno the Charizard, Regulus the Starmie,
and Proteus the Ditto, all of whom were busy devouring the last of the
catering. "Come! We're leaving." At that, all three of the hungry
Pokémon ate faster. They were not about to leave any leftovers. A
snarl from Panopticon finally brought an end to their binge. Once he
was sure the three Pokémon were following him, Panopticon turned to
"Wait! Hold up there!" said an unfamiliar voice. A young boy in
shorts, a T-shirt, and a backwards cap came running up to Panopticon.
Panopticon gaped at this human, who did not seem the least bit
intimidated. "Explain yourssself! Who are you? What do you want?"
The boy took a Pokéball from his pocket. "I'm Billy! And I want
what any Shorts Kid wants: a Pokémon battle!"
Panopticon turned his head away. "Bah! Find yourssself another
trainer to fight! I have pressssing busssinessss elsssewhere..."
"That's loser talk!" Billy taunted. "What's the matter, am I too
scary for you?"
Panopticon bared his teeth at the very suggestion. "Panopticon
fearsss no one!" he roared. "You'll have your battle! We ssshall
ussse one Pokémon each!"
"Great!" Billy said with a wide grin. He jumped back several feet
to make room for a fight. "Go, Serpentor!"
From the boy's Pokéball came a coiled Onix, which lifted its head
and let out a thunderous cry of "IWAAARRR!!!"
It was Panopticon's turn to grin. He looked up at the towering
stone snake. Ideas formed in his head. But first, he had to deal with
the battle. The cyber-saur pointed to his Starmie. "Regulusss,
assssume combat mode!"
"Heyah!" Regulus floated up into the air and spun like a throwing
star toward Serpentor. The echinoderm stopped just short of the Onix's
snout and floated down to the ground.
"Begin with Psssychic!" Panopticon hissed.
"Heyah!" Regulus's core glowed brightly for several seconds before
unleashing a massive star-shaped psionic blast. Serpentor took the
mighty blast on the chin and was knocked back so far that Billy had to
jump to one side to avoid getting crushed by his own Pokémon.
As Serpentor recovered, Billy commanded, "Don't let this
bottom-feeder beat you! Give it your Slam attack!"
"IWAAARK!" Serpentor raised the end of his segmented tail and
smashed it down on top of Regulus, leaving sizable cracks not only in
Regulus's core but also in the ground.
Regulus got back up, infuriated that its precious core had been
damaged. Steam spouted from the starfish's tendrils. Without even
waiting for its trainer's command, Regulus went into a Surf attack. A
swirling column of water burst up from the ground, launching Regulus
into the air. The rotating tower of water leaned and then finally came
crashing down on top of the Onix. As the water subsided, Serpentor
pointed his head skyward and roared in pain before keeling over and
"Why?" Billy cried as he withdrew Serpentor. "Why did I lose?"
Panopticon's eyes sparkled. He had a plan. "Dessspite itsss great
sssize, Onix isss a relative weakling," Panopticon explained. "All data
indicatesss that itsss physssical attack rating can go no higher than a
blissstering 188. What you need isss a Pokémon with physssical
ssstrength worth ssspeaking of. What you need...isss a Ssscyther."
Bombshell and Shrapnel perked up upon hearing this. "And asss it ssso
happensss, I have more Ssscyther than I know what to do with! I
sssuggessst we trade."
Billy pondered this. "Gee, I don't know..."
"You would be the envy of all other Ssshortsss Kidsss!" Panopticon
Billy ruminated some more, then finally said, "I'll do it!"
"You've made the right choice," Panopticon said with a sly smile.
He took Ransack's Pokéball off of his back and held it out for Billy to
"Gee, don't we need to go to a Pokécenter to trade?" Billy
"It'sss a common misssconception," Panopticon told him. "One
goesss to a Pokécenter to trade only if they care about regissstering
their Pokémon with the Pokémon League. The Pokémon League doesssn't
have to know everything, do they?"
Billy somewhat hesitantly tossed Serpentor's Pokéball to
Panopticon, and the cyber-saur handed Ransack's Pokéball to the youth.
Stunned, Bombshell and Shrapnel watched the transaction.
The exchange complete, Billy ran off to show his peers his new
Pokémon. Panopticon attached Serpentor's Pokéball to his back and
chuckled to himself, "Now I have a Pokémon more dessserving of a Metal
Bombshell just gave Ransack a feeble wave goodbye.
(OOC: Can you tell I'm...*cough*...cutting back on the Scyther? ^_^)
K * A * R * N * I * V * A * X
Vaarok, mecha artist, on one of my drawings: "I
don't particularly like that style of anime, but the
chick is great. The dragon, on the other hand,
looks unthreatening, alien, and stupid. There's no
snout, no impression of anything other than
starving apathy. The dragon has no menace."
Me: "Sounds like my dragons and your mecha have a
lot in common... =P"