From: Worry (Nuh@uh.dummy) Subject: Re: [PW!] Workin' In The Charcoal Harvest Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-08-18 11:29:49 PST In article <3B7DFA74.6A78C73@yahoo.com>, Rob <robfrompw@yahoo.com> wrote: <snip> >Sarah's long blonde hair frizzes up and her white woolen shirt fluffs up once >she's hit. She rubs her head, woozy from the attack. When Barbie screams >"Eeeeeeep!", Sarah shakes her head and says, "Don't worry, Barbie... I'll be >all right..." She swings her legs to the side and lays down right next to >Jason to recover then whispers into Jason's ear, "I hope... I hope I didn't >h-hurt you when I f-fell on your stomach..." While looking up at the branches >looming above that block her view of the sky, Sarah wonders why the Abra is >being so mean. She asks no one in particular, "Is that Abra wild or has >someone taught it to play pranks?" 'Neither, actually." A voice says calmly from a few feet away. Sarah jumps upon hearing a new and unexpected voice. She looks up to find a thin, purple haired trainer regarding her. Instantly intimidated by the 6 foot tall boy, she almost falls over Jason's prone body as she edges back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.' The trainer said sounding like he meant it. "My name is Travis, and the Abra that has been causing you trouble belongs to me. I hope he didn't do you any serious harm." Before Sarah could respond, a pop was heard and the Abra in question suddenly appeared on Travis's shoulders. It's feet were circled around Travis's neck, it's feet hooked under his chin. It's little hands held on to Travis's ears, and it's head rested on the top of Travis's head. It looked at Sarah with a mischievous grin and once more stuck out it's tongue. Upon seeing the trouble making Abra, Sarah forgot her intimidation. "Your Abra is a meanie!' She stated angrily 'he pushed me over onto a sick person then made my own Mareep shock me!" "Reeeep." Agreed an indignant Barbie from behind Sarah. 'Awww, he didn't mean any harm, he was just playing." Travis said placatingly, plucking the offending pokemon off of his shoulders. 'Well, you should teach it nicer games!" Another voice joined the discussion. Travis blinked as a strange creature took a protective stance in front of the still kneeling Sarah. It was only as tall standing up as Sarah was in her kneeling position. "Sarah and Jason could have been really hurt if Barbie hadn't backed off the voltage at the last second!' Amber stated angrily "Mimic agree." Mimic said as he joined the small group. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry!' Travis replied. Sitting the Abra on the ground, he said to it. "Pop Up, you apologise to these people right now." Pop Up turned his face to his trainer and said defiantly, "Abra ab!" Amber and Mimic both gasped and Amber said "Potty mouth!" Travis sank to a cross legged position and talked calmly to his pokemon. "Listen, you." He said softly. "I know you like to play. I know having people chase you about is fun for you. But you could have hurt these people, and they did nothing to you to deserve it. They were minding their own business and you intruded upon them. Now I know you were just playing around, and that you weren't out to hurt anyone, but you did. Even if it was an accident, you still owe these people an apology. Now quit trying to act tough, turn yourself around, and tell them you are sorry you caused them trouble!" As Travis was speaking, both Amber and Mimic noticed a very subtle psychic communication occurring between Travis and Pop Up. It wasn't words that passed to the Abra, more a gambit of feeling and emotion. it was very subtle indeed, and Mimic doubted if Travis even knew he was sending. But it had a definite effect on the Abra. Turning around, it scootched across the ground to Sarah and laid it's tiny hand upon hers. In a consternate and apologetic voice, Pop Up said "Abra ab ab abra ab." "He says he is sorry, he was just playing. He didn't mean to hurt anyone." Amber translated and Mimic nodded in agreement. "W-well, ok I guess." Sarah replied hesitantly still angry but unable to deny the pokemon's sincerity. 'I accept your apology." "Good." Travis said with a smile pulling out a fast ball. "Pop Up return!" he said sending a red beam of light out to claim the pokemon. "Now then." Travis stated while putting the now full fast ball back onto his belt. "What is wrong with your friend there?" Amber recounted the story of her and Jason's escape from Team Rocket. As she was doing so, another trainer appeared out of the woods. This one was a young girl dressed in a white, sleeveless martial arts outfit tied at the waist with a black belt. Travis introduced her as Becky while waving the lass over to join them. The girl wore a backpack and carried another which she gave to Travis as Amber was finishing the story. "That's terrible!' the new girl Becky exclaimed. "Team Rocket just gets bolder and bolder!" "Too true." Travis said digging around in his pack. He pulled out a bottle and an apple and offered them to Jason. "A sports drink and an apple, it isn't much, but it should tide you over until you can get to a real meal." Travis stated "Hey people, this truck isn't loading itself!" Sylvester exclaimed from the back of the truck. he had continued loading wood while the others got acquainted 'Oops, looks like we cost you folks some time too. How about we help you load up?" Travis said. He pulled a pokeball off of his belt and released his Golem. "Give them a hand, Stone." He ordered the pokemon "Time for some exercise!' Becky exclaimed pulling out a pokeball of her own. "Help them out!" She cried releasing a Hitmonchan. "That is a lot of wood." Travis stated eyeing the pile. "And that truck looks like it has seen better days. How about we load up what it will carry and once we get it to where it needs to be, Abra and I can teleport back here and pop the rest back."