Subject: [PW!] [WC] [SF] Rudy Rudy, Oh No, Saturday We Go, Go
Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 20:47:10 GMT
From: Adrian Tymes
Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com
As Misty made her way towards the gym leaders' seats, unaware of her
sisters' giggling gossip spurred by the stars in her eyes after a final
pre-match chat with Rudy, another familiar face came into view. Her
cheery mood vanished in an instant, years of dark memories rising to the
surface. "Ja-" No...something was different. Kinder, but perpetually
tired eyes. Hair not nearly as neat, and a bit longer. "Mimic?"
Mimic looked up from where he had been discussing Becky's win with a
lady in a kimono, while one of the earlier defeated contestants - a
stage magician, she guessed from his clothing - sat down opposite the
lady and started digging into the lunch he had just purchased. "Misty?"
Misty ran up and hugged him. "It's been years. Where have you *been*?"
Mimic returned the hug. "In time warp, believe or not. Venture around
Johto after that."
"Okay, fine, don't tell me." Misty winked. Knowing him, he was
probably telling the truth. "So, who's your friend?"
"This Xerox. Xerox, Misty need any introduction?"
Xerox smiled. "Of course not. I do try to stay informed about the
world." She extended a hand across Mimic's lap. "It is a pleasure to
Misty judged just how close Xerox was to Mimic, and how at ease they
seemed with each other, then smiled a cat's smile as she shook Xerox's
hand. "Sooo, Mimic. Is she your friend, or your...*friend*?"
Mimic sweatdropped. "She, ah, childhood friend. Knew each other
Misty blinked. "Oh! Then you're from, err...you were, ah, in *that*
"Yes, and I am not ashamed of it." Xerox shrugged. "I could not
control the circumstances of my earliest years any more than you could."
"Well. I will say, with that murderer Trent walking around, this is
probably the safest seat in the stadium." Misty gingerly sat down next
to Mimic. "But I never thought I'd see you at a tournament, Mimic."
"Mimic here because Mimic niece here." Which was true, so far as it
"Oh? Is it your daughter, Xerox?"
"No," Xerox sighed. "Aerie is Doppler's daughter."
The small, simple sentence hit Misty's mind in stages, like so:
#Aerie, the mystery contestant, is the daughter of one of these dittos.
That kind of explains why she's such a mystery.#
#Doppler's daughter is in the tournament? Wi-ierd! I'm just glad I'm
not fighting her. It's probably not safe, especially for a gym leader
like myself or Ru-#
#DOPPLER'S DAUGHTER IS FIGHTING RUDY?!?!?!? OHMYGODDISHSHE'SGONNAKILL-#
Mimic's hand, forcing her back into her seat when she did not remember
standing and preparing to run to Rudy's side to warn him, snapped her
out of her panic. "Rudy safe, no worry. *That* no Aerie's target."
Misty hyperventilated for a few seconds, trying to calm her racing
heart, before responding. "Who...?"
"GWAHAaaauh?" Misty leaned away from the ditto, unsure of whether
running or staying would be the greater danger.
"And anyone with shiny unown. But probably not until after match.
Mimic think Aerie using Whirl Cup to boost own ego, to fight down
shiny unown control." Mimic frowned, looking to the side where Fire
Wand was Nuzzling Marving. "Though still think no good idea brandish
shiny unown in Aerie sight."
Xerox sighed again. "I shall try once again to convince him to recall
Fire Wand, but I can not promise results."
"Mimic can only ask try, no can ask do."
"Umm..." Willing to believe Mimic had the situation under control,
Misty returned to her seat. "I think you had better tell me exactly
what's going on. I *am* one of the Kanto Gym Leaders, Mimic; if this is
as big as it usually is, knowing you, I should know so I can spread the
word. But more importantly, you're my friend. I'd like to help."
"Misty friend. That why Mimic no turn to Misty; no want drag into this.
But, now Misty ask, Mimic no have choice but tell."
Down at water level, Rudy walked out into the sunlight, basking in the
smell of freshly rain-washed air. This promised to be excellent
conditions for a water pokemon match. He quickly spied Misty talking to
someone in the audience, and waved, until he noticed himself on the
other trainer's platform doing the same thing.
"Hey, Misty, over here!"
"What's going on? Misty, I'm on this side!"
Misty looked at the two, then waved to the Rudy on her right. "Hi,
Rudy! Don't let Aerie fool you: she's just Mimic's niece."
Rudy's brain clicked for a few seconds. Misty had told Rudy about
Mimic, once, but it was a long time ago.
He figured it out just as Aerie changed back to her normal form. "Well,
I'll say this: you and Misty must know each other pretty well if she can
pick you out that easily."
Misty smiled, deciding not to say that she actually just remembered
which of the two trainers' preparation areas she had last seen Rudy in.
Rudy, meanwhile, was blushing fiercely. "We're just good friends,
"Oh?" Aerie smirked, shifting into Misty and fingering the shoulder of
her shirt. "I wonder, would it distract you if I-"
"CUT IT OUT! Corsola, GO!" One pokemon release later, Rudy continued,
"Choose a pokemon or forfeit."
Aerie hmphed, returning to her usual self. "You're no fun. Okay,
Goldeen, you're up first."
"Corsola, Tackle attack!"
The purple haired girl yawned, looking away.
"Aren't you going to give Goldeen an order?"
She made a brushing motion in his direction. "Goldeen knows what to
Indeed, and as most of the crowd expected after the past few rounds,
Goldeen's mouth locked on to the tiny coral pokemon, shaking it around
under the water.
"Corsola, Spike Cannon!"
"Who asked you?"
Aerie shrugged. "Juuust trying to keep you from wasting your time."
A barrage of spikes shot out. Unfortunately, Corsola found itself
unable to rotate in Goldeen's grip, and the spikes soared off into the
air, where a patrolling dragonite incinerated them before they could arc
back down and hit someone.
Goldeen had, by now, made its way to one of the columns, and bashed
Corsola hard against it. In short order, Corsola's antlers broke off,
leaving hard stubs. Fortunately, the antlers were like so much hair;
the Corsola barely felt them snap off, compared to the pounding it was
taking. Unfortunately, they had been all that kept Goldeen from
swallowing its opponent.
Rudy gaped. "What do you call that attack?"
Sputtering, Rudy pulled out Corsola's ball. "RETURN!" The beam was
right on target, but bounced off Goldeen's hide, recognizing Aerie's
pokemon as not the one it was matched to.
Half a minute passed, as Goldeen lazily swam laps around the coliseum
without much apparent discomfort. "H...how long does this attack last?"
Rudy eventually asked.
"Well...you and I normally digest our food until it's digested, right?
So does Goldeen."
"WHAT?!? That'll kill Corsola!"
"No, *really*?" Aerie smiled, finally returning Rudy's gaze. "Of
course, I could get Goldeen to spit it out, *if* you remove Corsola from
the match permanently. That's all I really want."
Rudy growled, then relented, "Fine."
"Goldeen, spit Corsola out."
Goldeen kept swimming.
Aerie frowned. "Goldee-een."
Goldeen kept swimming.
Sighing, Aerie held out a hand, and Goldeen lifted from the water, still
trying to swim. As Aerie made slapping motions, Goldeen abruptly
twisted left, then right, then a thoroughly fainted Corsola shot out of
its mouth, each motion accompanied by a *SMACK* from Goldeen's position.
Aerie let Goldeen drop back to the water as Rudy recalled his rented
"Okay, you may have gotten Corsola, but let's see you try to eat Misty's
Politoed!" As Rudy said it, the named pokemon materialized in the water
in front of him. "He's way too big!"
Aerie smiled and peered at Politoed across the arena. "Hmm. Nahh, he's
way too tiny for *me* to eat. Even a diglett would complain that he's
Only half the audience got the joke, and only a few of those were
willing to laugh at it coming from someone as young as Aerie looked.
Rudy just stared, slack-jawed.
Aerie snickered. "Hey, Goldeen! Maybe you can show him the right size
down below! Something big 'n short, in his face!"
Goldeen jacknifed, quickly swimming downwards.
"After it, Politoed!"
The Jumbotron display showed the two pokemon chase towards the bottom,
all views from the side or above. Goldeen swam from side to side,
kicking up eddies to obscure Politoed's vision of what lay ahaed. Thus,
both audience and Politoed were taken by surprise when Goldeen swerved
to the side abruptly, leaving Politoed's momentum to carry him into the
sharp remnants of the column Squirtle had broken the day before.
Politoed found himself impaled on the coral, but soon pulled himself
free and headed for the surface. Goldeen dogged his ascent, landing
several fierce blows with its tail before they broke the water, Rudy
immediately recalling his pokemon and handing its pokeball, plus
Corsola's, to a waiting Nurse Joy for emergency treatment. Goldeen
merely swam in place as Politoed's blood, having risen slowed than
Politoed himself, bubbled up around it.
Rudy glared at the fish. "Alright, THAT'S IT! I'm through playing
games! Starmie, take this monster out with a Water Gun! Whatever you
do, don't let up! Don't let it get near you!"
Starmie landed on the platform nearest Rudy, aimed, and sent a stream of
water at Goldeen.
"Continuous fire means lower power." Aerie folded her arms. "Even my
dad wasn't the first to find that out. Goldeen, swim upstream!"
Goldeen complied, slowly but surely finding its way up the air-borne
stream Starmie was providing. When it reached Starmie, it shot out of
the water and spun in the air, managing to land three progressively
lighter hits with its tail before momentum took it out of range. It
then slowly circled Starmie's platform, only its fin visible.
"Starmie, keep firing!"
Starmie quickly reacquired its target, only for Goldeen to launch from
the water, sail over Starmie's attack, bounce off Starmie, and land on
the other side. This cycle repeated twice more before Starmie fell
over, its jewel blinking.
"Ha!" Aerie posed, holding forth one hand with thumb and pointer finger
in a zero and her other three fingers outstretched. "Tres-oh!"
As Rudy recalled his pokemon, Aerie's squirtle surfaced from where it
had been hiding next to her platform. Aerie patted it on the head,
produced a white rock almost as large as Squirtle, and nodded to the
victorious fish, indicating that Squirtle was once again to take it to
the pokemon center and meet with Aerie just before the final match.
Leaving it to do so, Aerie jumped in the water, coming out again
apparently on top of a gyrados, which she "recalled" once it deposited
her atop the transparent barrier surrounding the arena. Sliding down
the other side, she raced into the stands, towards where she had seen a
shiny unown just before the match. Unfortunately, no such target was
to be seen.
"Hey, Aerie!" Misty waved her over. "You really are Mimic's niece?"
"Yeah." Aerie looked around. "I *know* I saw a shiny unown around here
Misty leaned close and whispered, "Doppler's daughter? And Minax's?"
Backing away to normal conversation range, Misty continued, "I saw your
parents in action. I could tell you things about them they'd never tell
Slowly, Aerie looked at Misty, her question almost written on her
"I mean, I have the closest gym to where he used to live, and I saw her
on vacation, though she didn't see me. I saw both of them change. You
want to know why they changed?" She cast a glance around the crowd, but
no one else appeared to have heard her name names, and no one she could
see seemed to be paying that much attention.
"Follow me. I know where we can get some privacy."
Rudy was a bit surprised to see Misty leaving without him by the time he
got up to the gym leaders' section, until a blue haired man and a kimono
clad lady stepped in front of him. "Excuse me."
"Sorry." The lady put an arm in her way. Rudy knew something was up
when he tried to shove his way past only for the arm to be far stronger
than it should be. "Duty calls."
"Duty? What?" A puff of smoke distracted his eyes for a second. When
Rudy looked back, he had lost Misty in the crowd. Annoyed, he turned
around and made for the pokemon center.
Marvin smiled. "Well, that's not the usual way I make people disappear.
Usually, they're chased away by my show!"
"Whatever works, master."
[NS: A Sixties Trivia point to anyone who can guess the title's ref.
One clue: it's not (just) Aerie's intro in this post. ^_-]