From: Adrian Tymes (wingcat@pacbell.net) Subject: [PW!] Watch Out Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-02-01 22:17:01 PST Continue wrote: > "I think it was worth the money. Those mountains are dangerous. I?ve seen several > news > reports about planes and helicopters crashing when they tried to make it across." > > "Meow meow." > > "The only one who fits that description is the Scaredy-Meowth walking at my feet, > especially > if we were flying." > > Memuyo closed his eyes, turning his head up and away from the Dragonite. > > "Mimic beginning to wonder how noisy train will be." As it turned out, the answer was, "not very". There was a bit of a scuffle in one of the other cars - some conductor apparently making an example out of two hitchikers - but after that, nothing but trees, and trees, and more trees, and trees against a mountain pass, and trees, and... --- "Psst. Mimic. Wake up." "Huh?" Light slowly flooded back into Mimic's perception, chasing away the cobwebs of slumber. "We're there." Mimic's vision was blurry, but he could make out some things. Movement. Purpose. Somebody with an invisible aura. Low-level chaos. Mass bloodshed and rioting. Oh, wait, not that last part. Just a memory of his nightmare. Or was that a memory of a memory? It was so hard to tell when that which he had locked away threatened to come out, for anything to compare it with was also locked away. But the person with the invisible aura was there. While no light gave it away directly, the few millimeters of air around the person as the crowd pressed body to body in its effort to get out gave him away. And he was looking right at them. Drake followed Mimic's gaze. "Yeah, that guy's been watching us the whole trip. I think he just never saw a dragonite in person before. He seems harmless..." Mimic and Memuyo nodded to each other. The feline let loose with a paperclip launched from a slingshot made from a rubber band and two of his claw sheaths, scoring a direct hit on the watcher's forehead. The human reeled as his intangible third eye blinked reflexively; he would later get a minor scolding about visualizing metaphors that literally, and rarely again rely on that manifestation of his powers. Especiallly since, when he looked again, his targets were gone. ****** "I take it you disagreed." "No. But Mimic not mind teleporting away from watcher, just in case." Drake shrugged, letting the point go, and looked around. "So this is Johto." So novel, so foreign, so... ...familiar. If he did not know he was in Johto, Drake would have assumed he was just in some new town in Kanto. In a dark overhang nearby, a security camera swivelled in and adjusted its focus. "Mimic wonder if watcher alone. Have strange feeling still being watched." A ninja, like something out of a history book, appeared on a nearby rooftop, silently snapped a picture of the trio with his shutterless digital camera, and dissapeared into the clear morning sky. "Oh, come on. Why would anyone be following us here?" The eyes in a mural on the wall closest to Drake, seeing that none of the three were looking its way for a moment, shifted to see if anyone else was nearby, then blinked out some dust before returning to them. "Not sure. Just have feeling." A cable car rolled down the nearly empty street, its occupants looking at the trio as if they were the only features on a blank plain. "You can't act on just feelings," Drake replied, hopping onto the car's open rear entry, followed by Mimic and Memuyo. "We came here to relax." Far above, a satellite read off the cable car's license plate. "Mimic suppose...Drake right. Need relax." The car turned a corner and rolled out of sight of their former spot, just before an artillery-shot vial landed in the street and spewed short-lived toxins all over the now empty scene. Just another day in Johto. TBC?