Subject: Re: [PW!] Sometimes it's not crazy to talk to yourself Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 06:54:12 GMT From: Adrian Tymes <> Organization: Prodigy Internet Newsgroups: Rob wrote: > Professor Oak faces Marvin and finishes what he was about to say earlier, > "So, Marvin, I know Xerox is here to take Mimic's place if he can't make it, > but why are you and Famifax here?" > > Marvin thinks about it, then sweatdrops, "Uh, we're here to offer moral > support? Any minute now, Xerox and Drake will show up here, hopefully with > Mimic, and we're here to cheer them all on!" Famifax nods and adds, "I haves > no idea what ya'll are tawkin' 'bout, but I'll cheer on my Drakey any day of > the week! Fersure!" "Excuse me, Professor Oak?" A blue-haired man walks up to the group. "I need to have a word with you." "I'm quite busy, sir. Can it wait?" "It's about, err, a certain ditto you used to train." "..." Oak blinks. "James? Is that you? I haven't seen you since you helped Mimic esc-" "Ssh!" James looks at the group. "Umm, I'm afraid I need to speak with you in private." He glances at Misty, who is staring daggers back, then at the other Misty, who looks confused. "If it's about Mimic, anything you can say to me you can say to these people. Misty, and Misty, included." "...I don't have time to argue. One of my, err, 'contacts' informed me that Mimic was delivered to the nearby Pokemon Center, but he was injured beyond their ability to care. Word is that one of his former friends, a ditto by the name of Xerox, did this to him." James sighs. "I've seen your notes on the experiments, so I know she used to be attached to Doppler. I just wonder if he made her do this." "Don't be ridiculous. I've spoken to Xerox myself. It was an accident, pure and simple. And Mimic should be all better by now; a specialist will be meeting him at the center." "..." James blinks. "You...already had things under control?" Oak studies James' confused look. "Had, yes. I'm probably going to regret this, but...what did you do this time?" James produces a poke ball. "I claimed him. The nurse was a bit suspicious, but since I had the ball that was tagged to him, she let me walk out of there with him." He thumbs the ball, releasing a pink puddle onto the ground. "I hoped you'd be able to help..." Oak palms his face. "Well, it's not a total loss let. If we can get over to the pokemon center..." Not-Misty has, by this time, transformed into another woman off in the crowd. She kneels down to touch Mimic, recalling the times they played together. "Little, hang in there..." She closes her eyes and concentrates a bit, struggling to remember the time when she touched his mind, and he touched hers. The memory comes soon enough, and as she feels what is now in front of her, she quickly feels what looks like a few wires yanked out by a careless gesture, and plugs them back in. #...!!!# "Mimic...where...what..." The pink puddle oozes up, forming into a duplicate of James. "What happen to Mimic?" TBC?