From: Adrian Tymes (wingcat@pacbell.net) Subject: Re: [PW!] Gotta Catch Up Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-08-16 10:31:21 PST Rob wrote: > Sarah gently puts her hand on Mimic's mouth, stopping him from voicing his pessimism, > "Another thing my grandma taught me is that if at first you don't succeed, you gotta try > and try again. Consider this a new beginnin'! Whenever you get angry at someone, just > remember that that someone is someone just like me. And since I'm sure you wouldn't hurt > me, I think that'll help you from hurtin' anyone else from now on!" Sarah smiles and > moves her hand away from Mimic. "Mimic wish were that easy." He looks into her eyes, his own optics reflecting a mask of near-infinite sadness. "That situation...when fight take over...Mimic hurt *anyone* who become target. If target like Sarah, Mimic be worse than Doppler...worse than *Mewtwo*." The ditto almost spits that last word out, disgust dripping from his voice. Sarah backs away slightly, but tries not to let her fear show. "What are you talkin' about?" "Mimic...no quite sure what bring out fight. Someone who hurt many others, or attack Mimic. But Sarah neither of those. May be other things bring out fight. Only way Mimic know most people no usually trigger is fact Mimic no attack most people...yet." His eyes defocus, as he seems to stare through Sarah. "Thing most scare Mimic in whole world, is Mimic." Before Sarah can respond, the blood-soaked trainer runs by, still screaming his head off. Barbie ducks into the brush, but Mimic and Sarah sit still, apparently unnoticed as the trainer passes. "Mimic *sure* it wash off by now, yet blood not even dried. Strange." Sarah, looking away from Mimic, lets a twinge of disgust leak into her expression. Just then, a whole group of people run by following the trainer, each covered in fake blood of varying degrees of realism, also yelling their heads off - but many of them are yelling various chants, instead of pure noise. Mimic and Sarah blink in unison. One straggler, extremely low quality "wounds" surrounding her spiked and obviously dyed brown mohawk (her natural purple showing at the roots), shows up a few seconds later. "YAAaaaa *huff* *puff* *wheeze*" She slows her run to a walk, then leans against a tree. "How do they keep up with him?" Mimic studies the newcomer. "Err...may ask what going on?" "Huh? Oh, hey, dudes. You haven't heard about the latest craze?" Unknown to each other, Mimic and Sarah bite back the exact same statement about "the latest crazies", though for slightly different reasons. "I'll take that as a 'no'. You saw the guy leading the group just now, right? Well, a bunch of us thought it was cool, so we got some prop blood, smeared ourselves, and started following him around. We think he's an ad for the Bloody Man festival." Sarah lets her curiosity overtake her disgust. "'Bloody Man'?" "Yeah, I don't have many details myself, but I heard it's cool and all. It's gotta be better'n Azalea right now, what with the suicide." "..." "You didn't hear about that, either? Well, if you're going there, you might as well. Seems there was this one trainer who fought this big-ass battle in front of a pokemon center against his rival. A couple wild pokemon broke up the battle, and heavily wounded him. His pokemon got him to the hospital in time, but when he heard what happened, he somehow figured he'd lost the battle, so he ordered his pokemon to kill him. One of 'em took him at his word, and..." He shrugged. "You might want to camp out here, and stay out of town until tomorrow. The funeral's at sunset, so they'll probably have gotten over it by sunrise." Mimic shakes his head. "Thanks, but going other way." "Right. Good call. Well, I've gotta catch up now." The straggler begins running after the group again. "AAAABRAKADABRAALAKAZAM..." Once she is out of sight, Mimic buries his face in his knees. "Guess apology no longer option." TBC?