From: Adrian Tymes (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [PW!] Gotta Catch Up
Date: 2001-08-08 13:11:29 PST
[Ok. This marks the *third* day I have tried to post this. None of
my other posts have had any trouble getting through, just this one.
Anyone care to guess why? -_-]
> Mazey walks into the room with Barbie Mareep and her Slowpoke just in time
> to answer Sarah's question, "Uh, Mimic said something about 'things to be,
> places to meet, people to do,' then he left! I think ya should go check out
> the local Pokemon Center if ya wanna find him." Barbie joins Sarah at her
> " Thanks again, Kurt. You too, Mazey. You've all been a great help!" Sarah
> shepherds her Mareep outside. She walks a few steps, then stops suddenly,
> "Waitaminute... people to do? Uh, maybe we shouldn't disturb Mimic right
> now..." Barbie nods her head more enthusiastically than ever before, "Reep!"
Especially when a trainer drenched in blood runs by, yelling his head
The mere sight of blood does not faze Sara. When one works on a ranch
or a farm for long, one sees blood sooner or later, and gets very
familiar with exactly where food comes from. However, she does know
that this particular appearance of the sticky red substance is not a
good sign. Given as the trainer was running away from the pokemon
center, Sara decides to do likewise, following Barbie's enthusiastic
lead into the forest.
Meanwhile, Drake returns from playing basketsnorlax, to see his
companions picking at the remnants of breakfast inside the center. He
recognizes each face, and only sees one of each. "Where's Mimic?"
Lynkeru glances up. "One of the locals suggested he get out of town."
She snorts. "Some gratitude. Once they found those two slowpokes who
died just for being in the way of that fight, their attitude changed in
a heartbeat, but Mimic was gone by the time they came back to
apologize. I think he went off to the forest. He looked like he'd
calmed down enough to be ok, but I couldn't be sure."
Yolei stares at her. "You seem awfully calm about this. What if he
killed that poor trainer?"
"He didn't." Lynkeru shrugs, bites off and chews another piece of
ham, and swallows before continuing. "I know the type. He was serious
about needing to get him to the hospital, and exactly how long things
would take, but it looked like that pokemon was willing to do exactly
as told to me."
"...you believe he knew death would come in exactly five minutes?"
"Hey, I once knew a chemist who knew, to the second, how long his
potions would take to spoil without proper storage. You could shake
the bottle, pour it around, even go into an active volcano or through
an ice cave, and it'd be fine...but take just *one* second too long to
deliver and use it, and *poof*." She gestures to emphasize her point.
"This Mimic sounded like he knew what he was talking about to the same
degree. Though I wonder why he would know it." She looks at Drake.
"You don't strike me as the type to hang around with trained