Subject: Re: [PW!] Like Mother Like Daughter
Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 03:45:48 GMT
From: Adrian Tymes
Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com
> Marcia grabs Aerie's hand, "My shift's over. How would you like to pay a
> visit to the Ruins of Alph? They have an exhibit there that features
> prehistoric Pokemon."
> "Oh, old Pokemon. Woo hoo. How fun." Aerie doesn't look too excited,
> until she thinks of all the mayhem she could cause for the scientists
> who work at the Ruins, "...no, seriously, woo hoo! Let's go, mommy!"
> Marcia pulls out a card with her free hand, "First I have to..." Aerie
> whines, "I saaaaid let's gooooo!" Using the strength she inherited from
> her father, Aerie drags Marcia out of the Pokemon Center, but not before
> Marcia hands her card over to her Blissey. Omelette runs over to the
> front desk, slides the card in a slot there, then follows Aerie and
> Marcia, ready to provide healing services on Marcia's tugged arm if
Fortunately, none are needed. Although she runs around as if each step
just makes her ever more hyper, as is usually the wont of children her
age who have been cooped up too long, she does not actually pull her
mother's arm from its socket. Nevertheless, it is a short run from the
center to the Ruins.
Omelette waits to make sure Aerie has come to a stop, then hops off of
Marcia's back. Marcia takes a moment longer to react, but slowly
regains her footing.
Aerie is already looking and listening at the side cave she stopped in
front of. "Hmm...I don't hear anybody else nearby. The sign back
there said tour groups leave every hour on the half hour, so we should
have this cave to ourself for..." She glances at a nearby clock.
"Fifteen minutes. No problem. Plenty of time." She dashes into the
"What...? Aerie?" Marcia walks into the cave. "Aerie, come back
here!" Marcia frowns when she hears a brief scuffle within. "Aerie!"
"Blissey?" Omelette follows, equally concerned.
"Honestly," Marcia mutters. "She gets it all from her father."
"Bliss-" Omelette's disagreement is choked off.
"Hmm? Do you see...oh, *there* you are, Aerie." Marcia barely makes
out her charge's form as her eyes adjust to the light, but something is
not right. "Don't run off like that again. There could be dangerous
pokemon in here."
"Of course there are, mommy. *erg*" Aerie struggles with something
below her. "That's why *grunt* I came in here..."
"Well, you shouldn't. I don't care if you *do* have Doppler's powers,
you're still my daughter and I won't have you worrying me sick.
Besides, there's things even Doppler has trouble fighting..." Not that
she can think of any off the top of her head, but she is sure there
are. "...and you don't...umm, what *are* you doing?"
"What's it look like? NNG!" With one last thrust, she sighs, wiping
some of the dark fluid from one hand onto the floor. "Mommy, how do
you skin a pokemon?"
As Marcia's eyes fully adjust, she can see that beneath Aerie is a
cross-shaped unown. Although difficult to see for certain in the low
light, its skin seems a bit shiny - perhaps Norwegian Blue, or "pining
for the fjords" as some call it. But it is definitely a X unown...and
one with multiple stab wounds that would have embarassed Minax at the
height of her insanity. As it is, Marcia's eyes are fixed on the blade
that the end of Aerie's arm has morphed into, dug straight into the
Omelette, whose eyes adjusted immediately and who saw the whole
spectacle, sheds a single tear for what has happened, and what she
fears is about to happen...