Subject: [PW!] Indiana Pokemon and the Ruins of Alph Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 11:46:47 GMT From: Rob <robfrompw@yahoo.com> Organization: AT&T Worldnet Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "C'mon, Marcia, this search is futile. Let's go back to the Pokemon Center." Dee adjusts his hat as he follows Marcia the blue-haired nurse and her Crobat down the staircase to the underground section of the Ruins of Alph for the third time in the past week after having searched the upper levels of the Ruins for the sixth time in the past week, "All the shiny Unown are gone. We should look elsewhere for clues." "We haven't searched the Ruins at 6 AM in the morning before!" Marcia turns her head to glare at Dee, who's wearing his usual hat and jacket, "Maybe that's when the shiny Unown return. There are places in Johto where flocks of Pokemon suddenly appear at key points in the day - this could be one of them. Now just be quiet and scan the Ruins for any thoughts, just like the last time we were here." Dee sighs, remembering the last eight times he performed this kind of search, "Marcia, I've already told you that won't work. All I ever hear is hundreds of Unown thoughts at once. I'm an expert at Pokemon languages and even *I* can't decipher their complicated form of expressing their thoughts. All I can gather is that the Unown seem to think in binary, where 'Un' represents false and 'Nown' represents true." Reaching the bottom of the staircase, Marcia grabs Doppler's jacket and narrows her eyes at him as she states, "Look, I wasn't the one who let Aerie run out into the world all by herself. I put you in charge of her, which was probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done in my life but I had some faith you could handle a task as simple as taking care of your own daughter. Now, if you want to prove to me that you really are sorry for letting her run off, do as I say. I promise this'll be the last time we search the Ruins of Alph for clues." "You're so cute when you're mad." Dee smiles and Marcia tosses him away from her when she lets go of his jacket. "All right, here goes, but I'll say out loud whatever thoughts I pick up to show you what I mean." He concentrates and voices everything he hears in his mind so that Marcia can hear it, "Nownunununnownunun nownunununnown nownunununnownununnownun nownnownnownununnown. Nownnownun Where unnownununnownununnown, ununnownunnownnown could nownunununnown ununnownnown they nownnownnownunununnown be? Nownununununnownunun nownnownunnownunnownun." Marcia flicks Dee's head with one finger to get him to stop, "Unless there's an Unown down here who thinks in English, we're not alone." "You're right." Dee nods, "I'll try to get a mental lock on whoever it is then..." "Found him." Marcia says, having cupped her ear with one of her hands. She and her Crobat both use their extraordinary hearing capabilities to lead Dee to a chamber of the Ruins of Alph where a old man dressed in an archeologist's outfit is holding a torch up to some hieroglyphics scribbled on the wall. A small Porygon2 floats next to him. Marcia sneaks up behind the man without making a sound as she walks, something she learned to do in Team Rocket training. She grabs onto the explorer's arms and asks, " Who are you and what're you looking for, old man?" "AHHHH!" The man screams, the echo filling the chamber. Without turning to face the nurse who's holding his arms, he answers her questions, "My name is Indiana Pokemon and I'm looking for some shiny Unown I lost!" "Indiana Pokemon?" Marcia turns the old man around to get a better look at his face, "You don't look like an action hero to me." "Indiana's just a nickname I gave myself. I'm a treasure hunter, you see! But my last name really is Pokemon." The old man sweatdrops when he sees the person who scared him earlier is dressed as a nurse, "Most people just call me Mr. Pokemon. I live east of Violet City. You look familiar. Aren't you that nurse who started working in the Violet City Pokemon Center a little over a year ago?" "Yes, but that's not important." Marcia answers, before cutting to the chase, "You say you're looking for shiny Unown you lost. Which shiny Unown did you catch and what makes you think they'd come to the Ruins of Alph?" Mr. Pokemon, now not intimidated by Marcia since he knows she's really a nurse and not a Rocket in disguise, asks, "Why should I tell you?" Marcia holds Mr. Pokemon with one hand while motioning over to Dee, who's standing nearby, with the other, "See my friend over there?" "Yeah, what about him?" "Have you heard of Doppler, Destroyer of Cities?" "Okay, I'll talk!" Mr. Pokemon sweatdrops despite that the person Marcia pointed to looks like an ordinary person, not an evil Ditto, just in case the nurse is telling the truth. Mr. Pokemon says, "One day, I was outside my house picking a Poison Cure Berry when an angry little A-shaped shiny Unown fell out of my Poison Cure Berry Tree and onto my head. Intrigued by the Pokemon, I immediately called my good friend Professor Elm and told him about the Unown. He told me that there are 26 varieties of Unown, and that only two kinds of SHINY Unown had been discovered in the past - shiny I-shaped Unown and shiny V-shaped Unown. I was delighted to have made such an amazing discovery, so then I..." Marcia interrupts Mr. Pokemon's story at that point, "You're lying." "What? No, I'm not!" Mr. Pokemon shakes his head, "It's the truth!" "I found a wild A-shaped shiny Unown along with six of its shiny buddies floating around the Violet City Pokemon Center one morning." Marcia says, "And I seriously doubt there exist two A-shaped shiny Unown in the world, considering how rare shiny Unown are to begin with." "Then you found my lost Unown!" "It was wild." "That's because I never actually caught the shiny Unown in a Pokeball!" Mr. Pokemon explains, "I'd never put such a rare Pokemon in a Pokeball unless it was a Master Ball, and unfortunately, I've never won the Goldenrod City Lottery. Instead, I used what I thought at the time to be a much safer storage device, one of the rarest finds in my house. It's a machine that electronically stores Pokemon up to thirty Pokemon into any video game you choose so that any number of Pokemon, from one to all thirty, will be released only when the game is successfully beaten." Doppler scowls at the thought of such a machine. Mr. Pokemon continues, "These were used by Silph Co. to store rare Pokemon in 'Pokemon Stadium' video games until the Pokemon Protection Agency stopped them, saying it was cruel to Pokemon since if the video games were never beaten, the Pokemon would remain in limbo forever. I grabbed the only video game I'd never beaten before, an RPG where you have to sing to control your characters, and transferred the A-shaped Unown into it using the transfer machine. Then, wanting to collect all 26 shiny Unown to display them in my house along with my other rare Pokemon items, such as the Red Scale of a shiny Gyarados, I started searching the areas around the Ruins of Alph. I managed to find six other shiny Pokemon of different shapes - B, C, D, E, F, and G - and I stored each one of them in the video game along with the A-shaped Unown." "Uh-huh." Marcia's eyelids are lowered, showing her disbelief, "Then how did they end up floating around in the Violet City Pokemon Center?" "One day, before setting out to search for more shiny Unown..." Mr. Pokemon places his hand on the Porygon2 floating near him, "I told Porygon2 to take my niece in Violet City a puzzle video game she asked for and to heal itself at the Pokemon Center while it was there. Due to a glitch in its system, it took the musical RPG instead. I don't understand Porygon2 language, but I'm guessing it couldn't find my niece's house and left the video game at the Pokemon Center's lost and found because when I went to the Pokemon Center, Nurse Joy gave me my video game back. However, when I got home and used the transfer machine to see if the shiny Unown I'd stored in game were okay, I saw that they were gone. I've been looking for my missing Unown around this area ever since. You said you saw them - do you know where they are now?" "I didn't see any video game and I didn't treat any Porygon2, so I still think you're..." Marcia is about to finish the sentence when a memory pops into her head. She's not sure if the memory was from a dream or from reality, but it involved hearing her Blissey, Omelette, Singing in the Pokemon Center with Aerie. "Hmm, maybe you're not lying. I'm not sure where the shiny Unown are now, but I do know a group of them are with my daughter Aerie, who's on her own quest to find all the shiny Unown. I fear they might be manipulating her mind so she does whatever they want. Do you still have that transfer machine and does it work on Pokemon that have already been tagged by Pokeballs?" Mr. Pokemon nods with a smile on his face, "Yes, I still have it - it's one of my most prized possessions, especially since almost all of them were destroyed by Silph Co. after the Pokemon Protection Agency had them outlawed. It might be the only one left in the world. And yes, it does work on Pokemon that have been tagged - the Pokemon would normally be sent to Silph's video game department in a Pokeball, after all." Doppler looks appalled, "Marcia, you're not suggesting...?" Marcia lets go of Mr. Pokemon, then walks up to Doppler and puts her hand on his shoulder, "I'm not saying we have to use it. I'm just saying that if the shiny Unown ARE controlling Aerie's thoughts, it would be our best bet to store the Unown in a video game so that they can't easily pop out. Can I trust you not to blow the machine to smithereens if it turns out to be our best containment apparatus for these Unown?" Mr. Pokemon starts, "I didn't say you could..." "I wasn't talking to you, old man!" Marcia shoots back at Mr. Pokemon before turning her attention back to Doppler, "Pretty please?" -Marcia