[PW!] Beach Combing for Balloon Pokemon

Subject: [PW!] Beach Combing for Balloon Pokemon Date: 27 Nov 2002 10:29:24 -0800 From: bandraptor@yahoo.com (Bandraptor) Organization: http://groups.google.com/ Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Avalanche, a Tyranitar who's the size of a large truck, is stomping through the sandy beaches that surround Red Rock Isle, kicking up enormous clouds of dirt with each movement of his heavy green feet. His arms are hanging limply at his sides, his tail is dragging on the ground behind him, and his eyes are half-lidded in absolute exhaustion. He's pretty far away from the path that most parties take when they come to tour Red Rock, but that's okay, because Avalanche is built to go offroad. Blizzard the Persian is riding atop Avalanche's back, perched safely on the flat spot between his dual rows of spines. She's lying on her stomach, her chin resting on a daintily outstretched forepaw, and her ears flattened against her head in a nonthreatening manner. Every so often, she gives one of her legs a spasmodic shake, trying to get rid of the sand that worked its way into her fur back while she was walking, earlier during the day. Blizzard yawns, showing all of her teeth, then nuzzles her head against Avalanche's neck, glad that she has a companion who's loyal and obedient, and more importantly, big enough to carry her when she's sleepy. Sting the Tentacool is sitting beside Blizzard, a look of annoyance etched on his face. He looks even more tired than Blizzard and Avalanche combined, which is kind of silly, because he hasn't done any walking at all--he's been riding on Avalanche's back ever since they left Goldenrod, twelve days ago. His is an exhaustion born of irritation, and after twelve days of tromping around Johto in search of a Jigglypuff-selling store that he suspects doesn't actually exist, he has a lot to be irritated about. He scowls deeply, looking at the expanse of land that separates him from the ocean, "<If I could walk, I'd ditch these> cool<s so fast...>" Blizzard grabs one of Avalanche's spines in each of her front paws for support, and lifts herself up onto her hind legs so that she can peer out over the top of the Tyranitar's head. She scans the area around them, and dismayed by the nothingness, sinks back down to her previous position. "Purr, " Sting rubs his eyes with the back of one of his tentacles, and he impatiently explains the futility of the situation, "<That> cool <Blastoise sent you on a> tenta <MEW hunt.>" "<Not Mew, Jigglypuffs.>" Blizzard corrects. "<However, I agree that it *was* pretty 'cool' of him to inform us of this shop's presence..." Sting raises himself up on his tentacles so that he can be at eye level with Blizzard when he yells at her, "<Blizzard, he> cool<ing TRICKED you!>" Blizzard dismisses this idea, "<Why would he do that?>" "" Avalanche grumbles, as he trudges over a sand dune. "<Nonsense.>" Blizzard shakes her head, "<His underdeveloped notochord is simply incapable of comprehending complex directions, much less dictating them to others. That is why we have yet to find the store.>" "Tent <this> cool." Sting declares, "<We've been walking for twelve tenta <days. We crossed the> cool<ing *ocean* for> tent <sake! This> cool<'s gone far enough, we're going home.>" Blizzard looks dejected, "<But what about the Jigglypuffs?>" "COOL <the Jigglypuffs!>" Sting roars, " tentacool <Jigglypuff!>" "" Avalanche growls, in his powerful yet vacant voice. "Tent <off, Avalanche! No one asked you!>" "GRAAAN!" Sick of Sting's insolence, Avalanche responds by whipping his neck around, and snapping the Tentacool up in his jaws. Blizzard sighs, knowing what the result of Avalanche's action will be. She hops off of his back, landing lightly in the sand, just as the Tyranitar collapses to the ground, spasms shaking his whole body. Blizzard crosses over to Avalanche's head, and calmly explains, "<I am afraid I must request that you not eat Sting. First of all, he is extremely poisonous, and if you die, then there will be nobody to carry me back to Goldenrod. Secondly, Sting is my friend, and if anything should happen to him, I will have to put forth the effort to find a new Tentacool companion...something that will both exhaust me, and interfere with my plans of global domination, not to mention my immediate goal of finding a Jigglypuff. Please let him go.>" Avalanche raises his head to argue, but just as he's about to say something, he retches, and the Tentacool flies out of his mouth. Avalanche moans in pain, and lowers his head to the ground. Sting blinks a couple of times in shock, clearly dismayed by what just happened, but when he sees that Avalanche is poisoned, he forgets that he was almost eaten, and leers smarmily at the larger Pokemon, "<Serves you right,> coolta! <This's what you get for> tent<ing with a> tent cool tenta coolta Tentacool <like me,> tent<hole!>" Sting turns his back on the suffering Avalanche, and folds his tentacles triumphantly across his chest. "Raaaaan," Avalanche grimaces, "" Blizzard thinks that Avalanche is expressing deep and sincere guilt for what he's done, so she tries to reassure him. "<Do not feel bad.>" The Persian says, "<We have all tried to eat Sting at some point.>" She smirks nostalgically, "<Why, I still remember the time that *I* tried to eat him...>" Sting whips around, looking furious, "Don't sound so> tenta <HAPPY about it!>" "<Do not blame me for what happened on the day that I met you.>" Blizzard says indignantly, "<You were making a concentrated effort to appear appetizing. I thought you were a baby Seel. Imagine my dismay when I learned the truth. You were so slimy and gooey that I was forced to eat Grass-types for a week, in order to remove your foul taste from my palette.>" Sting squeezes his eyes closed and yells, " TENT<ING SORRY!>" "" Blizzard says, batting her lashes with an innocent kitten grin. Then she frowns, "Shan, <This talk of food has made me hungry. We should return to Goldenrod and devour that idiotic Blastoise in retaliation for his getting us lost.>" Avalanche closes his eyes, and envisions a scene in which Blizzard and Sting are successfully defeating a full grown Blastoise. Then he shakes his head vigorously, freeing himself from his poison-evoked delirium, and envisions a much more likely scene of Blizzard and Sting getting beaten to a bloody pulp. Avalanche chuckles softly at the thought. "Tent! <This is what I've been saying all> tent<ing week!>" Sting responds to Blizzard, sounding annoyed, but also very encouraged, "<Let's get the> tent <off this> tentacool <island,> cool! <Where's the> cool<ing boat that brought us here?>" Avalanche--who is tired and poisoned, and definitely wants to return home--stands and stretches, breathing in deeply in an effort to control his nausea. "Ran," He peers off into the distance, able to see quite a bit from his naturally high vantage point, "<look there.>" Sting and Blizzard exchange glances, then Sting hops on Blizzard's head, and Blizzard trots up Avalanche's backbone like a staircase, until she's reached her familiar perch atop his shoulders. The two of them follow Avalanche's gaze out towards the edge of the island. Far away, so far away that they barely look like more than little dots, a large group of people can be seen gathering in front of an even larger building. A tiny ferry boat is docked beside them. "Cool!" Sting cries enthusiastically, "<You found the boat!> Tent <Avalanche, I guess you're not as big a> cooltent <as I've been tellin' people.>" Annoyed that Sting has been telling people that he's a cooltent, Avalanche opens his mouth to bite at the Tentacool, but thinks better of it when Sting waves a cnidocyst covered tentacle in his direction. "Persian, <That is a sizable crowd.>" Blizzard notes, looking past the boat to the people who are piling off of it. "<It would seem to me that if so many humans are congregating on this island, then an event of considerable magnitude must be transpiring. An event like...>" Blizzard eyeballs her companions knowingly, "<...a Jigglypuff giveaway!>" Sting and Avalanche both groan. Blizzard scowls, "<If the two of you are so greatly opposed to the prospect of receiving Jigglypuffs, then you may turn your acquisitions over to me. I will be more than happy to accept them.>" She tries to remain stern after this admonishment, but is so elated by the thought that she might possibly get not one, not two, but three big, fluffy Jigglypuffs, that she can't help but purr. "<Come, Avalanche, we must hurry, lest the store run out of Jigglypuffs prior to our arrival.>" Avalanche sighs, and reluctantly starts plodding towards the coastline, walking with his eyes closed, so that he doesn't have to see the world spinning in front of him. TBC... --Beth