From: Rob (email@example.com)
Subject: [PW!] Wooper Against Mareep
Date: 2001-05-08 18:32:44 PST
Adrian Tymes wrote:
> Sarah readies her wooden instrument, apparently preparing to fish her
> friend out of the pokemon whose voices are slowly growing audibly
> angrier, judging by her low grip on the shaft. "What's your best
> "Sound like sentret think cyndaquil supposed to leave upon 'end of
> shift', since cyndaquil not on daytime roster and not with trainer."
"Cyndaquil stuck his snout out on the line for me, now it's my turn to
pay him back..." Sarah manages to muster up enough courage to reach into
the circle of Sentret with her wooden crook, but before she can snatch
her Pokemon with the blunt hook on the end, one of the Sentret Tackles
it out of the way - and out of Sarah's hands. The shepherdess is taken
aback, and even though she still wants to help her Cyndaquil get out of
this predicament, she doesn't want to leap into the group of angry
Pokemon, lest they have rabies or Mad Miltank Disease. She knows she's
going to need a distraction in order to pluck Cyndaquil away from the
Sentret, so she thinks for a moment, and just as the Sentret are about
to attack Cyndaquil, Sarah shouts out to the Fire Pokemon, "Cyndaquil,
make a small Smokescreen!"
The Cyndaquil's narrowed eyes strain even moreso as he buckles down and
expels a cloud of dark smoke from his back, "CYNDA!" The Smokescreen
attack engulfs the Sentret next to the Cyndaquil who released it, but
the cloud's radius isn't large enough to reach Sarah or Mimic. All the
Sentret have been blinded by the attack, so the Cyndaquil, whose barely
open eyes aren't affected by the smoke he released, is able to run past
them easily, straight into Sarah's welcoming arms.
Sarah secures Cyndaquil under one forearm, uses her other arm to pick up
the shepherd's crook that the Sentret knocked away from her, and races
westward towards Cherrygrove City before the Smokescreen clears.
Mimic, who is still in Mareep form, follows her, saying, "One Pokemon
down, one to go. Mimic wonder where Barbie."
Upon entering the Cherrygrove City limits, Sarah spots her Mareep and
answers Mimic, with a hint of terror in her voice, "There..."
Wondering why Sarah's voice expressed terror instead of joy, Mimic scans
the area until he sees Barbie the Mareep. She is sprawled out on the
ground in front of the local Pokemon Center with her four legs spread
out, bleating weakly for assistance. Behind her, a particularly slimy
blue Wooper who has a big grin on his face is waddling slowly towards
Barbie's rear end, ready to use his finishing attack on the already
weakened Mareep. Not too far away from this one-sided Pokemon battle
stands a mean looking teenage biker girl, leaning against her
motorcycle. Mimic looks up at Sarah, "Quick, Sarah, stop girl before her
Pokemon wham... er Slam Barbie."
The green-haired biker is wearing a tight white shirt, a black leather
jacket, a black miniskirt, and black leather boots. She grins when she
commands, "Shaft - finish her."
"Nooooo!" Sarah drops her staff and her Cyndaquil. Without a second
thought, she runs over to where her defenseless Mareep is laying down,
and dives onto the ground, blocking the path between her Pokemon and the
Wooper who was slowly advancing upon her. Still on the ground, she faces
the biker, who looks extremely intimidating from Sarah's Chinchou-eye
perspective. While looking up at the leather-clad girl who looks
slightly older than her, Sarah is at a loss of words, "Th-this...
Pokemon... this is my P-pokemon... M-maybe you wanted to catch her,
s-so, weakenin'... you were makin' her weak... but she's... mine...
Please don't... h-hurt her..."
The biker chick steps away from her bike and casually walks up to where
Sarah is laying on the ground, standing in a position where she could
readily kick the shepherdess if she wanted to, "Me? Want to catch a
Mareep? That's funny." The girl doesn't laugh after saying this, but her
Wooper's grin widens. She continues, "Mareep are worthless, especially
in comparison to the awesome power of Wooper. I didn't know this one
belonged to you, but if I did, I would've had Shaft make quicker work of
it. On another note, you sound a little different than the blonde bimbos
back where I come from - where are you from, anyway?"
Sarah, who isn't used to being treated in such a mean way at all,
doesn't know what to say, but she answers the question that has been
asked due to intimidation, "A Mareep f-farm... in th-the country..."
The biker girl sneers, "Ah, a country bumpkin. Figures. Nothing keeps
shepherds warm at night like a Mareep, eh?" Sarah doesn't know how to
answer back, but the leather-clad girl's pause is rather short anyway.
The biker continues, "I'm a city girl from Goldenrod, on my way to
becoming a Pokemon Master. When I become famous, you can tell all your
friends, if you have any, that is, that you had the priviledge of having
your Mareep attacked by Roxie. This Wooper's called Shaft. He's a bad
"Shut your mouth!" Sarah's disgust for any kind of profanity allowed her
to temporarily lose her timidity in order to stop Roxie before she could
say something profane.
Roxie shrugs at the shepherdess on the ground, "I'm just talking about
Shaft. But I can see you're not interested. Must be the lack of brain
cells. I don't have any more time to waste on you anyway since I'm going
to New Bark to gyp Elm into giving me a Pokemon." She pulls a Pokeball
out of one of her leather jacket's pockets, then recalls her Wooper into
it, "Shaft, return." Roxie tucks the Pokeball away, then steps up to her
motorcyle. She straddles the bike, revs up the motor, then leers at
Sarah one last time before driving away, leaving both Sarah and a
weakened Barbie inhaling a cloud of smoke worse than the one Cyndaquil
Sarah reaches over and hugs her Mareep, "Everything's okay now,
Barbie... Don't worry - you're not worthless. If I ever see that girl
again, I'll work up the courage to tell her that myself." The Mareep
opens her teary eyes and nuzzles Sarah's cheeks, reassuring her trainer
that she isn't angry at her for staying quiet, "Maaa Maaa..."