Subject: [PW!] Fractured Understanding Date: 12 Mar 2002 14:19:00 GMT From: thepillowkiller@aol.com (Dreadite) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Fractured Understanding The sounds of bootsteps echoing down silent corridors like slow, steady gunfire felt like they could be heard for miles. The woman making the footsteps hurried on, walking quickly down the dark corridors, the feeling that something behind her was just going to jump out and grab her driving her onward. Her rational mind told her not to worry... it was her home, after all. After what seemed like minutes, she opened the door to the well lit study, and her fears vanished like light. "Good morning. Up so early, are you?" The woman lept with a start, and turned around to face what addressed her. "Long time, no see, Eran," said the man, stepping from the shadows. His movement was calculated and slow, and incredibly quiet. When he stepped into the light, his eyes flickered a little, and when he stopped four feet in front of Eran, his hair fell gently into place over his eyes, obscuring the view of his almost baby face with long, wavy brown strands. "Jesus, Dreadite, don't do that to me!" Eran exclaimed, before putting her hands in the pockets of her jacket, and sitting down in an armchair with a flop. She stretched her legs out, and looked up at the tall man before speaking, "No, so late is more like it. I was out doing a job." Dreadite gave a soft smile, and pulled his coat tighter around himself, looking about the room. "It's awfully cold, don't you ever heat the place? In any case, I hope you did well. Perhaps you can afford to put in a heater." "Is that all you came here to tell me? I can't afford heating on this lousy pay, anyhow." "No, that's not all. This is business." Dreadite waved a hand, from the rafters, a large Pidgeot decended, landing at his feet. "I dropped by to say hello, since I was on Johto side." "Dropped by? What's wrong with you?" Eran rolled her eyes, and looked about. "HEY! Can I get a drink in here?" An Apiom scurried into the room rather quickly, and handed Eran a cup of tea with his tail-hand. Eran sipped her tea, watching Dreadite carefully. The man simply sat down, and looked at the Aipom with a rather expecting gaze. The crackmonkey ran back into the other room hurriedly, with an apologetic look to the two. "He's a good butler." "Yeah, I trained him for it. He's not good in a fight, you know." Eran grinned. "But as I was saying, what's wrong with you? You never just drop in anywhere." "I thought it would be nice to go do something." Dreadite looked up with a slight grin. "And perhaps more fun than staying at home, doing unpaid overtime? Though the service is good, I admit." The monkey returned with Dreadite's glass of tea, and the man continued. "In any case. I thought it was about time I got out of my own place. I've finished catching up on my mail." "It was about time." ***** "Flying is one of the few experiences that never fails to amuse, even when it does not suprise, like thousands before it. I often think it's easier to fly properly than walk properly... there's more space to move." "Bullshit, and you know it. Where are we going?" "To Mahogany." "What in all hell for?" "You'll see." "No, I won't SEE! I want to know." Dreadite's pidgeot flew high over Azalia, heading north, with Eran clutching firmly to its back. Her brown hair fluttered, displaying the occasional flash of grey as she watched, rather dismayed, how low the pidgeot got to the trees. Dreadite seemed far less phased, being held on the shoulders by the pidgeot's talons. "All right. I'm going to go get a badge today, I think." "...A badge?" Eran's face showed complete confoundment. "What use is a badge to YOU?" Dreadite just smiled, a menacing smile. "You never know." Eran sighed. "Well, why ask me along, then? I should have stayed home. Can't you catch the train, or take a car, or something?" Dreadite went quiet, watching the skyline. Finally he spoke; "Don't worry about it, right?" The pidgeot let out a scream, and left a flurry of leaves in his wake, with mountains to the north looming ahead. The landscape soared by, and Eran almost seemed to enjoy the flight as they soared past mountains. Dreadite watched each person they flew over, but being just specks in the distance, they seemed smaller than the pokemon they battled with. 'Welcome to Mahogany town.' The sign bent in the wind as the pidgeot landed with a flurry, Dreadite leaping from the talons to land about ten feet back, brushing his cloak off as he wandered forward. "Here we are." Eran fell from the Pidgeot with a rather relieved expression on her face. "Thank god. I'm getting too old for that." Dreadite shrugged his shoulders. "Hasn't bothered me." He offered Eran a hand, and looked about with a curious expression. "What now, what now." --Dreadite Yeah, yeah, too short, I know, I know. It's hard to write a really long intro when I want to jump right back into interacting with ANYONE. ^_^; If that's all the rage nowdays anyhow. I was looking at my archives of my posts, and realized I really did too little of that... so if anyone cares to reply, good. Or else I start interacting with you people at random... ;)