Subject: Re: [PW!] [WC] [R1] Marvin's Three Minutes and a Half of Fame Date: Sat, 07 Dec 2002 18:52:56 GMT From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Rob wrote: > Marvin, however, does not leave the stone platform he's standing on > willingly, wanting to milk his moment of fame for all its worth. He > starts calling out to the crowd, "If you like magic, come see my show in > Goldenrod City - I perform at least once a week! Think of it this way, > my magic show can't POSSIBLY be any worse than my Pokemon Training > abilities!" and soon enough, two Whirl Cup Guards drag him away from the > platform and to a special seat in the Coliseum where they can keep their > eyes on him. Late that night, as Marvin and Famifax doze, Xerox wakes with a start. Something is wrong. Something is calling, crying out for help. Immediately she wonders if this is just a dream. Everything seems real enough, except the vague sensation that she needs to be somewhere. Figuring it will not hurt if it is a dream, she slides out of bed, oozing under the door before transforming so as not to wake her master or sister. As a sentret, she easily escapes to the street outside, and makes her way towards the source, pausing at every intersection to see which way the call comes from. It only takes minutes to find the source: a blue haired man, seemingly meditating on something disturbing. Soon he has a female counterpart. "Mimic?" He opens his eyes, but he felt the intruder two blocks away. "Xerox, please, no come any closer." Despite, or perhaps because of, his warning, she takes one step towards him. "What's wrong?" "Mimic...Mimic not sure how long can control...unown trying to take over! Please, Mimic no stand it if Xerox fall too!" A flash of understanding washed over Xerox, and she sees in the call both Mimic's struggle and the unown trying to silence him. In a heartbeat, her hand is on his shoulder, and they merge. The unown within Mimic immediately turn their attention to this new target, tired of steadily wearing Mimic down. Xerox does not have the benefit of Mimic's gradual exposure to them, especially before they became restless, but she quickly finds and copies Mimic's mental defenses. Unfortunately, even as she sets up her shields, one unown has already slipped inside- "NO!!!!!" Mimic casts aside his own defenses, surrendering to utter rage at the thought of Xerox falling to what he has tried to contain. A psi-sensitive passerby would see fireworks; someone with a portable X-ray would see the physical side of the pitched internal battle. Alas, no such witnesses were around just then, so the display of extremely short ranged but powerful attacks would live only in the memories of those involved. --- "Hey, sis, wakey wakey!" "Hmm? Ooh..." Xerox slowly awakens, immediately noting that the sun is rather high. "G'morning, sis! Hope ya had a good dream!" "What time is it?" "10 AM. I haven't seen you sleep in this late in, like ferever! So, did yas have a good dream?" "What are you talking about?" "Like, come *ons*, sis! You were *so* crying out, 'Mimic! Mimic!' I mean, geez, I didn't know you wanted lil' bro *that* bad." Xerox stares, then turns away. "You are mistaken. I...was talking to him in my dream, nothing more. Perhaps he and I somehow established a psychic link last night, but I would rate even that as no more than a hypothesis." "Oh, *sure* you were just talking." Famifax winks. "I know that tone of voice." Outside, Mimic removes his ear from the exterior wall of Marvin's room and sneaks away, the unown within him thoroughly unconscious, hopefully to stay that way for at least a few days.