Subject: Re: [PW!] Chasing The Glooms Away Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 12:35:04 -0700 From: "DitzyRenamon \(Tech Weaver\)" <nichirasu@hotmail.com> Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Wanna hear a secret? I was reading newsgroup messages when "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> wrote in message news:3DAA6282.6060708@pacbell.net... > > "Just an observation. Almost all I've seen you do are pokemon attacks. > If you really are a trained samurai, you should be able to fight me with > swords and stuff. If you can, maaaybe you'll remember a bit more about > it as you do it. If you totally suck, then at least you know for > certain your memories were just totally made up, and can start dealing > with it." > > "So, what, you're suggesting I fight you?" > > "Uh-huh. And if you've really got mad skillz, I figure I could learn a > thing or two too." > > "And what if I refuse?" > > "Then I'll keep pestering you 'til you agree. I'd ask your brother, but > I don't want to make him tear up the house again. Besides, I know one > of *your* sore points." She pantomined a kiss. > > "..." > > "I'll meet you outside in ten minutes. Give you time to get your stuff > together." Aerie winked, and disappeared. > "Hmph, I'll give her sore points," Kitsu said as she stood up. "No, wait... Yeah, that one's fine. I'll give *her* sore points!" She drew her sword and examined it. Its been a while since she actually fought with it, but it had lost none of its edge. She slashed the air with it a few times before resheathing it. She adjusted her robe and headed for the door. She wouldn't need a lot of stuff, just her sword. "So you're going to fight her?" Solo asked as she passed him. "Yep," Kitsu replied. "Cool," Solo said. He watched the wereNinetales go out the door before dashing off to tell the others. Outside, Kitsu found that she was alone, or at least appeared to be. The Ditto girl was nowhere in sight. Since she said to meet her out here in ten minutes, Kitsu decided that this would be a good time to practice by herself without all the furniture and stuff in the way. She drew her sword and made broad slashes in the air. Then she made more fanciful motions, stringing them together in a sort of dance. After a while, she noticed that a crowd was gathering. They weren't just the group from inside the breeding center, a number of passers by had stopped to watch the performance as well. "How beautiful," one remarked. "Is she some sort of dancer?" someone else asked. "How does she keep from cutting her tails off?" a third wondered. Eventually she brought the show to a close and put her sword away. She blushed a little as the audience applauded. "Gee, thanks," she replied, scratching the back of her head. "You're all too kind, really." 'I am good,' Kitsu thought to herself. But was she fighter good, or just dancer good? To be continued... -- Chet "Tech" Weaver's Revised Basic Sig Desperado Coyote! http://desperadocoyote.keenspace.com "No ride is complete without a clown in an electric chair." -- My brother "Fellow AFDers, mark this date on your calendar. Those with LiveJournals andthe like, put aside your pseudo-angst ridden blogging for 24 hours and instead quote the following: "Today, October 9th, 2002, the art of debate in AFD [news://alt.fan.digimon] has taken a blow to the crotch. Instead of a resultant battle of wits, disagreements are now settled with bad ASCII art." --haruspex, "re: so let me get this straight."