Subject: Re: [PW!] The Whirl Cup Registration Desk Date: 2 Dec 2002 12:31:40 -0800 From: bandraptor@yahoo.com (Bandraptor) Organization: http://groups.google.com/ Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Rob <robfrompw@yahoo.com> wrote in message news:<3DE9772E.F1690009@yahoo.com>... > A young male Pokemon Trainer who has a crying Marowak at his side skips > in front of the next person in line and says, "Hey, Nurse Joy, I know I > won the qualifying round I asked for, but I don't wanna enter the Whirl > Cup anymore! I need to help my Marowak find his favorite club, which I > think got launched out into the air during my match with that Gyarados. > Besides, I doubt my Magikarp would've won if the Gyarados hadn't > disappeared..." > > Nurse Joy shrugs, deletes the Trainer from the database, and says, > "You're free to go. NEXT!" > "Hey, Sis!" A pink haired woman walks up to the Nurse's Station. Nurse Joy looks up from the registration database, and greets the newcomer, "Hi, Joy! What are you doing here?" The second Joy explains, "I heard that you were swamped here, between registering trainers for the Whirl Cup, and taking care of the Pokemon that were being brought in by the visitors coming to see the competition. I thought you could use some help!" "Thanks, Joy!" The first Joy says appreciatively, "Why don't you handle registration, while I check up on some of my patients?" "Sure thing, Sis!" The second Joy takes a seat at the Nurse's Station, clasping her hands on the desk in front of her, as she waits for the next trainer to arrive. "Persian." Joy smiles politely. "Welcome to the Whirl Cup registration center," she says automatically, expecting to see a Water Pokemon Trainer with a pet Persian standing in front of her station. "how can I..." She trails off when she notices that there isn't any trainer accompanying the Persian whose voice she heard. Rather, there are two other Pokemon flanking her, an enormous Tyranitar on her right, and an angry-looking Tentacool on her left. Joy gulps, just a little bit intimidated by the trio, "Can I help you?" "Persian." Blizzard addresses her in a businesslike manner, "<We have come to collect the Jigglypuffs that were advertised by your store.>" Blizzard points in the direction of the Whirl Arena, "<The line of customers waiting in front of your warehouse is far too long, so we have decided to claim our gifts from this office instead. Surely you will accommodate us, considering the great distance we have traveled to visit your fine establishment.>" Blizzard whispers aside to her companions, "<Actually, I was rather disappointed in the presentation of the store. The merchandise is not displayed properly, and to be honest, it smells rather damp.>" "Hmmm..." Joy eyeballs the Persian, not really understanding Blizzard's request, since it sounds like a lot of "purrs" and "shans" to her. "Do you want to compete in the Whirl Cup? I'm sorry, but I can't let you enter! You're all wild Pokemon, and I can't have you running around the stadium, eating our contenders!" Blizzard narrows her eyes, "<Do not defy me, human. I have come to claim my Jigglypuff, and if you do not appease me, the Pokemon Brotherhood will crush you under its foot. Specifically, Avalanche's foot, as it is the foot best suited for crushing.>" Avalanche, who has been gazing vacantly around the building, remembers that he is supposed to be acting menacing, and snorts a puff of hot air down at the nurse. "Is something wrong, Sis?" The first Nurse Joy walks back over to the desk, alerted by the amount of noise that Blizzard is making. "Oh, Joy!" The second Joy exclaims. "Ah...I don't know what to do with this Pokemon. I think it wants to register for the tournament..." The first Joy shrugs, "So, what's the problem?" The second Joy gestures to Blizzard, as if the problem is obvious, "It's a *Pokemon*." Joy looks at her sister in horror. "Joy, listen to what you're saying! You can't discriminate against other people just because they're different. This Persian deserves a chance to compete in the Whirl Cup, just like every other trainer who's been in here today." The wiser Joy stresses, "But Sis, it's a POKEMON." Joy lowers her voice, "What if it's a human who's been turned into a Pokemon? There are a lot of those running around these days. If it is, it might be very sensitive about its condition. Joy, you're a nurse! You should be more sensitive about the needs of others. Now, hurry up and process its registration." She walks away. Joy sighs, and feigns cheerfulness as she hands Blizzard the necessary paperwork. "Here you go, little Persian. You're fully registered. Good luck in the competition!" Joy looks over her shoulder to make sure that her sister isn't watching, then leans in towards Blizzard and hisses, "If I get word that anyone's been eaten, I'll know who's to blame. You'd better behave yourselves out there!" Blizzard picks up her registration card in her mouth, displaying it proudly to Avalanche and Sting, "<I have received a voucher certificate for a free Jigglypuff! Now, all that's left is for me to walk over to the prize department, and claim what is mine.>" They start towards the door. > > Belle raises an eyebrow as she watches the boy and his sobbing Marowak > run outside in search of the lost club as Marina, the blue-haired young > woman who the kid had skipped in front of, signs up for the Whirl Cup > Competition. Belle looks around the Pokemon Center for an interesting > girl to talk with, not wanting to sit with the male students of Chuck's > Gym, most of whom are angry that she's representing the Cianwood City > Gym instead of them. Her eyes wander around the Scarlet City Pokemon > Center, looking for someone to interact with until the Whirl Cup starts. "SUPERGIRL!" Belle looks down at the talking Slowpoke with the inordinately deep voice, who has just let himself out of his Lure Ball. Luthor gazes around the Pokemon Center, with satisfaction evident on his face. "Excellent work, Supergirl. Luthor sees that you have managed to infiltrate the hidden city of Poseidonis. Now we need only to defeat Aquaman, the most pitiful of super heroes, and the remainder of the Justice League will surely fall before us!" Sting the Tentacool narrows his eyes at the sound of Luthor's voice, "<That can't be...>" At that same moment, Luthor's eyes widen considerably, as something that he saw before he even started talking finally registers with him. "Doctor Octopus!" He growls, making good use of the technique he learned a few days prior, "At long last we meet again. Clearly you have learned of Luthor's victory over the Incredible Hulk, and fearing his unsurpassable might, you have come to beg for his forgiveness. Needless to say it shall not be granted--Luthor will not soon forget your treachery, Octopus!" Avalanche sniggers, "<You're named for a comic book guy? Lame.>" Sting is so enraged that he can't even speak for a minute. Finally, he manages, "Cool <that 'Octopus'> tenta! <My name is> cool<ing STING!>" Luthor ignores this comment, and slowly approaches the Tentacool. When they are within a few inches of each other, Luthor puts his hands on his hips, and continues, "Believe it or not, Luthor is pleased to see you. Luthor has been meaning to let you know what he is going to do to you once Luthor becomes Grand Slowking Ruler of the Multiverse. Mark my words, Doctor Octopus, you shall meet a most unpleasant end." The Slowpoke laughs slowly, "Ha, ha, ha." Sting brandishes his tentacles in fury, "Cool <it you> tentacool <mother> tenta, <I'll> cool<ing make you remember my> cool<ing name when I shove it up your> cool<ing> tent!" Sting's rant is truncated when Blizzard steps on his head. "<Hello, Luthor.>" She says coyly, "<I believe you still owe me a dinner.>" She licks her lips. "Catwoman!" Luthor exclaims brightly. Although he is quite pleased to have the attention of the feline femme fatale, he dismisses her, "Luthor is much too busy to take you out to dinner. Luthor sees that you have allied yourself with Killer Croc for the purpose of capturing the traitorous Doctor Octopus, and returning him to Luthor's side. Luthor appreciates your effort, but he has no further need of that particular minion, as he is currently being aided by the far more capable Supergirl. Nevertheless, Luthor will take note of your loyalty, and perhaps he will permit you to toady up to him, once he takes over the world." "Luthor!" Belle bends down and scoops up the rambling Slowpoke, "Don't be botherin' strange Pokemon." Luthor grunts as she lifts him off the ground, and starts to express his annoyance over being interrupted, but Belle shushes him. "The Whirl Cup's gonna be starting soon, so we have to get ready." The two of them walk away. The Nurse Joy who's been manning the Nurse's Station, walks over to Blizzard, and taps her on the shoulder. "The opening ceremony for the Whirl Cup tournament is going to be starting in a few minutes, so if you actually plan on participating, and not just eating every trained Pokemon that you see inside the arena, you'd better get ready also." Blizzard looks at her companions, a baffled expression on her face, "<What tournament? Did we enter a tournament?>" Avalanche shrugs. Sting groans. Blizzard looks after the retreating Belle, and with a scowl, she proceeds to follow. "<This had better have something to do with my Jigglypuff.>" TBC