Subject: [PW!] Brotherly Love
Date: 8 Nov 2002 13:01:08 -0800
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Bandraptor)
It's a little before midnight on a Sunday, and the streets of
Goldenrod are a little bit quieter than normal, but not by much. The
Magnet Train is still running, the Underground is still open, gangs of
bicyclists are still tooling around, and the streets are so well
illuminated, that to the people walking them, it almost seems like
it's still afternoon. There's an enormous crowd of people gathered
outside the radio station, screaming wildly in hopes of gaining
Buena's attention, that she might let them on her game show. Even the
department store is busy, as customers are busy preordering their
copies of Haneko Adventures 3. Goldenrodders are an odd bunch.
Many hundreds of feet above all this commotion, the door to a highrise
apartment swings open, and the lights flicker on, as three figures
walk into the building. Blizzard the Persian is first, she walks with
her head held high, and lets out a contented sigh at the sight of such
welcoming surroundings. She basks in the warmth of the brightly lit
room, thinking about how glad she is that she has such a nice place to
come home to; and how nice and peaceful it is, so far away from the
bustling crowds of poorly bred, churlish, dimwitted plebeians--
"" Blizzard sighs again, remembering that the plebians
are still fairly close to her, and turns to see what her companions
are arguing about. "Persian," she says, authoritatively, ""
Sting the Tentacool, squashed beneath a huge, scaly foot, burbles,
" tenta tentcool tent cool"
Blizzard traces her eyes up and over the foot, until she comes face to
face with the Tyranitar who owns it. Avalanche shrugs, ""
Blizzard nods, understanding, "" She turns away, and continues into the room.
Avalanche thunders after her, leaving Sting in a slimy heap on the
floor. Sting fumes, and thinks about what just happened, and fumes
some more, until he realizes that the rapidly drying Tentacool goo
that's secreted by his body is starting to glue him to the carpeting,
and decides he had better get up. He slinks over to where Blizzard's
standing, in front of a large, wooden set of shelves that holds an
Blizzard stares pensively at the glass door which seals off the
stereo, then headbutts it a couple of times, until the magnetic seal
pops open. She pokes her head into the cabinet, and carefully picks a
microphone up in her jaws. She tries to connect it to the stereo, but
that doesn't work, because the end of the microphone that she's trying
to plug in is roughly 10 times the size of the input jack. After a few
failed tries, she starts banging her head against the stereo just like
she did the cabinet door, certain that what worked before will work
again. Sting eventually begins to feel sorry for her, so he picks up
the microphone cord with one tentacle, and plugs it in. The microphone
emits a loud hissing noise. Blizzard ceases her assault on the stereo,
confident that it has succumbed to her whim, then headbutts it one
more time, to punish it for being so stubborn.
Sensing that all is in readiness, Blizzard looks over at Sting, who is
standing beside her at the front of the room, and then at Avalanche,
who is seated in front of them like an audience of one, perched on an
armchair that's way too small for him, with his back hunched, and his
knees against his chin.
"" Blizzard speaks into the microphone. She waits
another couple of seconds for everybody to get settled in, then
cheerfully proclaims, "" Avalanche
claps a couple of times, but when he sees that he's the only one
clapping, he gets self conscious, and stops. Blizzard continues,
"Ran." Avalanche nods his head, glad that Blizzard and Sting are
accepting him into their organization, because he sees this as an
indication that they are ready to treat him as an equal, instead of a
"" Blizzard explains, ""
"" Avalanche thinks this sounds an awful lot like what he's BEEN
Blizzard continues, ""
Sting pulls out a lockbox full of money, which contains their winnings
from the most recent Fancy Cup tournament. He does a quick count,
"" Blizzard purrs
happily at the thought of so many shiny coins. ""
Blizzard and Sting both raise their forelimbs. ""
Avalanche says, ""
"" Blizzard tallies the votes, ""
Blizzard and Sting both raise their forearms. ""
Blizzard puts down her microphone, and stares petulantly at Avalanche,
"." Avalanche shakes his head violently. He tries to think of a
way to explain his objection, ""
Sting groans in response to the pacifistic Tyranitar, " tent? cool"
"" Blizzard says earnestly, ""
"Tent " Sting cuts him off, " cool"
"" Blizzard flips her tail impatiently, ""
Avalanche considers this, ""
"" Blizzard explains, ""
"" Avalanche thinks about this, ""
Blizzard eyes the packages that Avalanche left on the coffee table,
Blizzard opens the box that contains their pastries, ""
Avalanche takes a look at the Tyranitar-sized bite mark, and shakes
his head indignantly, ""
Sting turns on a CD, and the three of them begin to party, loudly and
raucously, as animals tend to.
Not more than a few minutes have gone by, when a deep voice emanates
from down the hallway, "I hear a Persian and a Tentacool in there. And
it had better not be the Persian and the Tentacool I think it is,
because if it is I'll..." A groggy-looking Blastoise walks into the
room. When he catches sight of Blizzard and Sting, he doesn't even
bother to finish his threat--he just slumps back against the wall, and
massages his temples with his claws, thinking that it's way too late
at night to have to deal with such nuisances. "Oh, for Kame's sake, I
have WORK tomorrow."
"" Avalanche wants to know.
"Persian, " Blizzard explains in a
confidential whisper. ""
"Roommate nothing!" The Blastoise snaps, "How many times do I have to
tell you, stay the hell out of my apartment!"
"" Blizzard says, as if she's
explaining the most simple thing in the world. She gestures to the
wall with a forepaw, ""
The Blastoise immediately moves away from the wall. "God damn it,
Blizzard, I'm gonna lose my deposit because of you!" He walks towards
the front door, carefully avoiding the drying puddle of Tentacool goo.
"How did you even get in here? I thought I fixed the lock."
"" Blizzard grins, "" Blizzard stretches, digging her
claws into the upholstery as she makes herself sickeningly comfortable
on top of a couch.
The Blastoise tries to open and close the door a couple of times,
before accepting that it's a loss. "'Brotherhood'?" He scoffs
impatiently, looking from Blizzard to Sting and back again, "What
Brotherhood? As far as I can tell, your entire 'organization' consists
of the two of you."
"What deeds?" The Blastoise practically explodes, "All you do is loaf
around, and beg for money!"
"Tent, " Sting growls, folding his tentacles across his
cool tent "
"When did I ask you to BREAK MY DOOR?"
"" Blizzard continues, ""
Sting taps one tentacle threateningly against the front of the
Blastoise's shell, " tent tent cool!"
Blizzard nods, ""
"Retri..?" The Blastoise lowers both his eyelids and the cannons on
his back. "I can't believe you just said that, Blizzard."
"" Blizzard responds, right before a pressurized blast of water
and ice crystals sends her flying out through the broken door. She
collides with a brick wall, some dozen yards away, and sticks
suspended there for a moment, before slowly sliding down its face,
into the alley below. A few seconds later, a half-frozen Sting lands
on top of her.
Back inside the apartment, the Blastoise is pacing back and forth in
frustration. "You." He points at Avalanche, who's still sitting in the
armchair, eating a piece of pie with a fork that's half the size of
his fingers. "Are you friends with those idiots?"
Avalanche doesn't bother to look up from his plate. "" He
gestures towards the coffee table, ""
The Blastoise thinks about this, and shrugs. "Okay."
Out in the alley, Blizzard is lying where she fell, with her head and
shoulders on the ground, and her feet sticking up in the air. "" she sulks, ""
Sting grumbles through his block of ice, "Tent"