Subject: [PW!] Stop, thief!
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 19:32:39 GMT
From: Adrian Tymes
Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com
Celebi held her held and stared at her current nemesis. She knew,
from past experience, that this particular human medicine would also
relieve pokemon headaches, and that was precisely what she was
suffering right now. She did not care exactly what the source was of
the temporal hijinks which only she could feel, even though they were
causing the stream of time to bend and twist and stop and in at least
one case even reverse - though she was pretty certain that the two
time-lost individuals were now mostly barred from the future of this
timeline, even if their mere presence had lasting effects, and some of
those who were supposed to be here might have gotten caught in the
What she cared about was this blasted "child-proof" cap, which thwarted
all of her efforts to open it.
Blasted...? That was it!
Exerting her will, she willed the cap to age artificially, surrendering
its plastic self to the vastly accelerated efforts of microbes and other
wear and tear. It fell apart in mere seconds to the outside world,
which Celebi greeted with a victorious, "Bi!" Until, that is, she saw
that she had extended the acceleration to the entire bottle, and the
pills were now worthless powder.
An upset Celebi, already in massive pain, semi-consciously exerting her
power in ways she might normally never think of as a compliment to a
shriek of pure fury, neatly explained several of the temporal ravages
over the past several and next several years. Humans, of course, would
assume it was their own time travel experiments that had caused the
problems. The truth was that both had interacted to actually cause one
another, and other things.
Such as a certain set of duelling shiny unown suddenly, if briefly,
losing their power to stop time. The Shorts Kid had been pursuing a
non-shorts-wearing Rocket ever since he saw the thief brandish the shiny
V unown. Although The Clockstopper had vanished, the Shorts Kid was
able to track him by his footprints, by sounds, and with the aid of his
own unown - Ess seeking out Vee directly, Ohh greatly magnifying the
Shorts Kid's vision, Tee seeing right through any misleading clues left
behind, Arr stroking the Shorts Kid's ego into a determined frenzy, and
Ach boosting the other four. All six unown were slowing down time in
the area, trying to stop their opponent, but unwittingly just amplifying
the total slowdown. To them, the game of cat and mouse had seemed to
last only a few hours; to the rest of the world, if anyone else knew of
the chase, it would have lasted months.
Thus it was that the two were but half a meter apart when time abruptly
returned to normal. The Clockstopper, seeing himself return to
visibility, turned and snarled at the Shorts Kid. "So, you're very
persistant. You'll never get those gems back!"
"What gems? I'm here for one thing!" The kid dove towards the Rocket,
who instinctively ducked and prepared a strike for the kid's solar
plexus the instant he made contact. When several seconds went by with
no contact, The Clockstopper looked up, then behind him, to see his
adversary running away, Vee in hand. "Hey!"
"Don't worry, you'll be wearing shorts soon enough!" Sensing from the
unown that whatever had paused their powers was now over, the kid
vanished, opening his mind to Vee to inquire as to its knowledge of
where its bretheren were.
It responded most eagerly, the cruelty of its former master still fresh
in its mind, and a sneer made its way onto the Shorts Kid's face. "Or
maybe," he whispered, "if you won't *wear* shorts, you'll *be* shorts.