Subject: Re: [PW!][WC]Preparing for the Semi-finals, prepare for...Double? Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 11:59:49 GMT From: Worry <Not@acceping.today> Organization: RoadRunner - Triad Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> wrote in news:3E0156E8.2050703@pacbell.net: > Worry wrote: > >> Then she felt the shot. The bullet had entered her chest as she >> landed catlike on her feet after crushing the man's nose. Becky could >> still remember the feeling of the bullet as it tore through her chest >> and out of her back. Her heart had been destroyed, and her left lung >> pierced before the bullet left her body. She felt the shot before she >> heard it. Then the darkness descended and she felt herself falling. >> Then came another pain in her chest twin to the one that had killed >> her. But the pain had gone as quickly as it came, and her hands had >> come down clean. She was alive, and undamaged, except for a sore spot >> on her back where she had been punched. >> >> Dbu was amazed! Apparently when he had canceled the Double, the >> thoughts and experiences that the Double had felt had been returned >> to the original! Dbu settled himself to consider the implications of >> that as the pair of trainers entered the town and headed for the >> police station... >> >> (OOC: I hope I haven't broken any major rules with this post, The >> story got into my head and I couldn't help but type it out. Maybe Dbu >> was working his influence on me ^-^) > > [OOC: No prob. Omnipotence is in how it is used, not merely in the > potential for abuse. Besides, this offers a chance for confusion. > ^_- Timelinewise, let's say this is after Aerie wakes up.] > > Given the steadily heightened police presence - attracted by, among > other things, the Whirl Cup itself, an attempted homicide at night, > two of its competitors being shot in broad daylight, reports of a > brawl just outside Oldman's shop, then Trent Retwin showing up - it > did not take long to find an Officer Jenny and report the entire > incident. Within fifteen minutes, as many police officers descended > upon the seven and hauled them away. > > Not long after Becky assured Jenny that she and Travis were okay for > the third time and waved the officer away, Becky found out that her > shocks for the day were not over. Standing a few feet away, slightly > hidden amongst the trees, was her double, whole and apparently in > perfect health. "You!" > > 'Becky' waved Becky over. Becky and Travis complied, a bit warily. > > "Becky, right?" 'Becky' asked, holding out her hand. "I Wanted to > meet you." > > That strange emphasis again. But curiosity about that found little > room in her mind just then, compared to wonder expressed as Becky > poked her double in what had been a fatal wound. "But...I'm dead...I > mean, you're dead...I mean..." > > 'Becky' giggled, figuring she was talking about a different incident. > "I've had worse." One red blur and shrink later, Aerie posed in front > of Becky. "Not that I really reccomend getting shot. I mean, even if > you can survive, it hurts like you wouldn't believe." > > "Yeah..." Becky fingered her own chest, then realized what must have > happened, and bowed. "Thank you for your assistance." > > Aerie smiled and gave a dismissive wave, figuring it better to take > credit just in case she really did do whatever it was. "Don't mention > it. *Please*, don't mention it." > > Travis nodded, immediately misunderstanding her to mean she did not > want the thugs after her. "Of course." > > "So, you're one of the top four too, huh? I hope I don't face you > tomorrow." > > Becky smiled. "I'd be happy to wait until the finals to take you > down. Assuming you don't enter the arena yourself." > > "Not allowed." Aerie winked and wagged a finger. > > TBC? > > [OOC: ...inspiration fading. Worry, can you run with it?] > > Dbu was feeling immensely pleased with himself. Coming across the half- Ditto was a pure stroke of luck! It was tricky to manipulate her without the brethren she hosted figuring it out, though. Still, the Dark ball he had had Ivy make for him apparently worked exactly as intended. None of the brethren felt his presence. Becky had needed an explanation for the experience on the beach. The knowledge of what her clone had felt after being shot, the knowledge of dying, was weighing much to heavily on her mind. It was a simple matter to have her Want to take any explanation available. The boy was another matter entirely. Manipulating that one's mind was like trying to roll a boulder uphill. He had a latent Psychic ability of his own that was remarkably similar to Dbu's own. Aerie had been awoken by the loud sound of gunfire upon the beach. Thinking that Trent had somehow fulfilled his objective and had caught Yolie unawares on the beach, the halfling had gone to investigate. She was surprised to find the pair of fire horse riding teens coming pell mell up the beach. Intrigued, she had followed them until they found Officer Jenny and told their wild tale. After listening, Aerie had decided the incident had nothing to do with her. Probably just thugs, possibly Team Rocket, trying to steal a powerful pokemon. Dbu was alerted to the girl's presence by the Unown that controlled her. Dbu was not pleased to find Dee was a part of the collective that was in control of her. Dee shared a power trait with Dbu, but used it in the most vulgar manner. Where Dbu prodded, Dee pushed. Where Dbu poked, Dee pounded. But because Dee used his power to hammer his subjects into submission, he was unaware when Dbu used his power much more subtlety to make Aerie Want to meet Becky. Placing in Aerie's mind an admiration of the black belt's ability, he made Aerie Want to appear as her. Then he made Becky Want to believe that it had actually been Aerie who had been shot on the beach instead of an actual double of her. So powerful was that desire, considering how 'Aerie's' remembrances of what had happened on the beach, how the double had died, had become part of her own memories never occurred to her. "Well, that explains that." Becky stated relief heavy in her voice. "Does it?" Travis asked mildy. "Of course!" Becky answered. "Aerie is a shapshifter, She was the one that appeared as me to help us out down there. And she got shot for her troubles." "Mmm-hmm." Travis replied distantly. 'Something is wrong here.' Dbu thought. 'The boy isn't reacting as he should be.' "We better get back to the room." Travis stated. "You have a big match tomorrow against a well rested opponent. Better get as much rest as you can." "You are right." Becky replied. "That fight on the beach took a lot out of me. I am tired." "Give me your pokemon, I will get them one last treatment. You can head on up and go to sleep. After all that action, I am a little hungry, so I am off for a snack. I'll make sure not to wake you when I come in." Becky handed over the pokemon and started up the stairs. Halfway up, she paused and turned around. "Travis?" "Yes?" "I-I just wanted to say, you were great out on the beach. I never thought you had it in you." "Thanks, but it was Kicker and Fireslap that saved my bacon." Travis watched as Becky turned and continued up the stairs. He then went to Nurse Joys station and left Tendril, Waverider and the rented Poliwrath with the night duty nurse, warning her that someone had tried to steal the Poliwrath earlier. Then he left the pokecenter, released Hoofer and rode him down to the beach. Riding far past where the pair had been attacked, he found a small stand of trees. Riding into them he found the remnants of a campfire. Gathering some wood, he had Hoofer light it ablaze making a new campfire over the old before recalling the fire horse. Then he pulled Dbu's ball out and released him. "I am onto you. We need to talk." Travis said to the Unown softly. -- Worry's first SIG sig file ------------------------------------------------------------------ *"It takes a Worried man to sing a Worried song..." Kingston Trio* *And the award for the funniest line in a cartoon goes to Superman who remarked "Don't look at me, I just catch 'em!" after stopping a crane thrown by Bizzaro from crushing a wedding party.* Proud owner of 300 fake code points