Subject: Re: [PW!] Amber's Sunglasses Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 05:38:04 GMT From: "Marco262" <> Newsgroups: > "Hmm," hummed the doctor. "You are partially blind. But not the usual kind. > Instead of everything being dark, it's all white, right?" > "Yes, sir..." > "Well, you are a special case, aren't you? I have just the thing, though." > He led her into a room to do some tests while Jason and Solo sat in the > waiting room. /Will she ever stop getting into trouble?/ thought Jason. > Soon, she came out wearing sunglasses. > "I'm fine. He just gave me some corrective sunglasses. I'm not to go > anywhere without them. But I'm fine now, and I can see almost normally." She > turned to the doctor. "Thank you sir. much do I owe?" > "Nothing. It's on me. Now go on...get out of here!" > And so they left the optometrist, and headed back to the Pokemon Center > where their Pokemon were waiting. But did not get very far before Solo noticed something. "Hey, there's somebody following us," he whispered to Amber. Amber began to turn around when Jason stopped her. "Don't turn around and look, wait til we get around this next corner." He subtly gestured with his head to an alley off to the side of the Pokéon Center. The group rounded the corner and pressed themselves against the wall. Jason stood nearest the corner, listening to the approaching footsteps of their stalker. "Why are we doing this? Couldn't we just have..." But she was interupted when Jason leapt out of the alleyway, right in front of the figure who was just coming into view. "BOOGA BOOGA!!" "Ahh! Sonofa-" *wham* Jason staggered backwards from the hard backhand to the face he received. Lance stood with his hand still up, breathing heavily. Amber screamed and ran to Jason. "What the hell did you jump out like that for? Were you trying to mug me or something?" The leader of the Elite Four snarled at Jason, who had a hand up to his face. "Dammit! That hurt!" the injured youth said, "Do you wear a ring or something?" He refused Amber's efforts to help. He pulled his hand away from his face and looked at his palm. "Lucky for you there's no blood. I'd sue! Do you know how much this face is worth?" "Lucky for me? That was completely your fault!" Lance was spitting with rage. "Was not!" "Quit it!" Amber said, stepping between them. "Don't make me open a can of whoop ass on you two, cause I'm still not used to these glasses and I might hit somewhere sensitive. That is, with all due respect sir." This last part she directed to Lance. He calmed down and nodded to her. "Of course. Now, I know you're wondering why I'm following you..." "Yeah!" Jason yelled, leaping forward. "Why were you following us? Do you want a doggie treat or something? Is that it boy? Do you want a treat? Huh? Huh?" He grinned at the professional trainer. Lance glared back at him. "Do you want me to backhand you again?" Jason dropped his head. "Sorry sir." "Anyways, to answer your question..." Amber took his pause to mean that he wanted her name. "Amber." "..Amber, I have been following you because I have a favor to ask of you. I need you to take a message to a friend of mine in Ecruteak." "What?" Jason interrupted, "Deliver a letter? Do we look like a Dragonite, Ditto, and Meowth to you?" "Shut up before I hurt you." "Point." "Jason does have a point though," Amber chimed in, "Why not hire a normal delivery service?" "Okay I'll be honest with you," Lance adjusted the cape on his shoulders and shuffled his feet about. "The last few delivery services I've used, the messenger...disappeared. Nobody has any idea what happened to them, and we're not quite sure how to handle this. So, I'd like to ask you people to help me out with this. You seem to be, resourceful to say the least. So I have no doubt in my mind that you'll find a way to get the message to its destination. You will be well compensated for your troubles. " "Why have us do it? Why not you? You had enough time on your hands to stalk us all day." Amber asked. "Really," Lance rolled his eyes, "Traveling by foot from city to city takes a lot more time that following around a group of kids for a few hours." "Months." Solo chimed in. Everyone turned to look at him. "What?" Lance asked. Solo looked back at his watch, tapped the face, held it up to his ear and shook it. "Never mind." Everyone shook thier heads slightly, as if to get rid of that brief experience. Lance held out his hand to Amber. "So, if all your questions are answered..." Jason opened his mouth, but Amber shot him a look and he closed it quickly. "Then I ask you to accept the job." Amber gently took his hand in her paw, and the sun glinted off her sunglasses. "Mister Lance, sir. You've got yourself a deal." TBC... --Marco262 Initiate of the Society of Accidently Deleted Sigs (SADS)