Subject: Re: [PW!] Bored With Chores Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 18:00:44 -0500 From: Continue <continue2@mindspring.com> Organization: MindSpring Enterprises Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon [OOC: Figured I would get something in. Still not completely caught-up yet after my trip, but almost.] Worry wrote: >Before anyone could reply, her brother Teddy yelled out from the house: >"Sarah! Dinner is ready! You and your boyfriend put your clothes back on and >come eat!!" > >Even in the darkness of the barn, Travis and Becky could see Sarah turning >beat red. She almost glowed in the darkness as she stammered "T-t-that b-brat! >H-he i-is b-bound and d-determined t-t-to g-get m-me i-in t-trouble!" > >"Want me to knock him out?" Becky asked sympatheticly. "I could, you know, I >know just where to hit him." > >"Easy ninja girl." Travis said saving Sarah from having to form a reply. "I'll >take care of it." With that the three left the barn and made their way to the >house. > >On the barn, Drake began to laugh softly. When Mimic and Doppler looked at him >in askance, Drake said "I was reading his mind. This is going to be an >interesting dinner." > >"Abra raaaaaab." Pop-up, who had once more snuck up on the trio agreed. "You again?" Drake asked, sounding completely unsurprised. "Abra," Pop-up acknowledged, following it with "Abra?" "Not this time," Dee answered "I doubt those inside would care to venture out to chase after a trio of disappearing pokemon again, so we're fine for now. Besides, weren't you planning on causing a little mischief of your own at dinner?" "Abra." Pop-Up shrugged, appearing as non-chalant as possible. Dee began to slowly pace around, but no conversation occurred for several minutes. The silence was broken by Drake, who inquired "Say Mimic, how long are you planning on doing this Guardian Angel thing? Should we be settling in for the long-term in this role?" In illustration of his point, the Dragonite's wings quickly flowed from their small, leathery appearance to white-feathered wings that were as large as his body. "Depends, Mimic think it not needed for too long if others can help Sarah. Could be longer if really needed." Drake shook his head in resignation, but stopped as he caught sight of Dee, who had stopped pacing and was looking at the Dragon pokemon. "What?" "Mimic is quite a good teacher, but he also noted how long it has been since the first time you started using the Transform ability. The casual ease with which you are using the ability," Dee waved a hand to encompass Drake's transformed wings "is greater than I would have expected for the amount of time. Are you sure one that one of your parents wasn't a Ditto?" The Dragonite's face quickly flowed between expressions. For a brief moment, there was obvious indignance. Heartbeats measured the span it took for that to change to a glimmer of understanding, a flash of pride, then finally settling into mild confusion. "Actually, I don't know. Normally only the mother Dragonair sticks around to fend for the hatchlings." Silence set in again, but it was broken quickly by a noise from the house. When everyone turned their attention there, Dee teasingly told Pop-up "It sounds like they've started the fun without you. Don't you want to find out what's going on?" It took a few seconds, but eventually Pop-up's curiousity at what exactly was going on among the humans wore down the curiousity that the Abra had over what would the three here would be doing. The Abra teleported away. The others started to look outside, towards the house, but Drake looked up briefly. What he saw caused him to ask "Uh, am I seeing things, or is that a Tentacruel falling from the clouds?" Dee followed Drake's gaze and confirmed "It is. I've seen a few pokemon in Johto get sucked up when a powerful pokemon uses Twister beneath a forming cloud. Normally, it's smaller ones like Remoraid or Goldeen. From it's trajectory, I'd say that barring a strong wind gust, it's going to come down in the middle of the main course at dinner." "Probably a good idea to stop that. I'll get it." Drake teleports, leaving Dee and Mimic. "It looks like I could have waited for something else to sting good old Uncle Bob." Dee mused. Taking note of Mimic not having moved since Drake made his observation, Dee asked "Not going out to help?" Mimic shook his head "Drake have no problem handling it. Mimic more concerned with seeing if help needed with anything else. Dinner seem lively." TBC...? Jeff Hauser* *Sig Sold Seperately