Subject: [PW!] Vanilla... Date: 26 Apr 2002 07:10:07 GMT From: thepillowkiller@aol.com (Dreadite) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon The empty halls glittered. Sunlight from the doorway, blinding against the cold blue interior of the building, was seemingly unbearable. Dreadite shut the door behind him, and looked about. He had asked Eran to wait outside, and it hadn't been easy to convince her it was for the best. Dreadite shook his head, and gave a faint laugh as he examined the interior of the building. The building was cold, and the near absence of light didn't help the place's cozy feeling. The floor was slick, with the noise of an ice cleaner heard far in the distance. Dreadite smiled as he drew his sword, and stepped onto the ice, slamming the tip into the ground. His feet slipped out from under him in a second; the startled noise Dreadite made was cut short with the thump of his fall, and then the grating noise of the sword dragging on the ice. Dreadite pulled on the sword to try to stand, and the tip made a sharp noise as it pulled free from the ice, and then the body clinging to it shot downward. "Shit." The floor seemed to fall away as Dreadite grasped for anything he could get his hands on. Fingernails grasping for any handhold at all, trying to get the leverage to jam the sword into the ice. The futile effort just seemed to frustrate Dreadite, as he sped up, watching the door disapear from view. He shot downward, speeding past the walls so fast that change seemed to blur into nothing. And then he shot up a small hill, soaring through the air. Dreadite's eyes seemed to light up, and then he slammed into a large snowbank, vision lost to white powder. He staggered to his feet, looking about as the cloud of soft snow disapeared. "Welcome. Are you here to challenge me?" The voice echoed, sounding almost underwater. The room was warmer than the others were, but it was hardly noticeable. Dreadite looked around, and offered an open armed gesture. "Why else would I be here?" "Of course. Two on two. No evolved pokemon." The figure of an old man was now vaguely visible, standing near the door out of the room. Dreadite eyed the man carefully, and reached into his belt, pulling off two pokeballs. "That does tend to give you an unfair advantage," Pryce grinned. "After all, being how I am, I must have been training for years." "That it does." Dreadite smiled, and looked at Pryce. With a sidelong glance to the door, he flicked the pokeball from his pocket, and onto the ground in front of him. A small bird shot out of the ball, and flitted to rest on Dreadite's shoulder. "I will use Pidgey." Pryce's Seel appeared from the ball the old man held, and he laughed. "This will be fast." The Pidgey acted without an order, and began to glow with an incredible red light. It didn't leave Dreadite's shoulder, and Pryce hesistated. "You need to move..." Dreadite saw the hesistation, and shrugged. The pidgey took off into the air, and Pryce pointed. "Get it! Powdered snow!" The snow swirled around the Seel for a moment, and then floated quickly over the Pidgey. The only reaction was a slight yell, as the Pidgey shot from the snow, a flaming bird-shape crashing into the Seel, throwing it against the wall. Pryce gave a slightly confused glance, as he saw the bird glowing. "Bright powder, I see." Pryce grinned, and pulled the second pokeball. "It won't do you any good against my next pokemon." The ball exploded with light, and a small pokemon hopped across the ground, blowing a kiss to Dreadite. Dreadite recoiled with a rather shocked expression. "It's a baby Jynx, I'm sure you're familiar with Smoochem?" Dreadite shuddered, and pointed. "Pidgey, get rid of it." The pidgey did just that, crashing into the smoochum... and then falling asleep as the Smoochum met it with a kiss. Dreadite smirked. "Trying that, are you? Sleep talk." The pidgey snored, and then crashed into the Smoochum with a sickening thud, falling to the ground as well. "Double edge." Pryce frowned. "It was too easy.... that's not usual..." Dreadite shrugged, and reacalled the Pidgey. "Yes, it was. Thank you." And he headed towards the door. "Keep the badge. I just wanted some practice." --Dreadite --Dreadite "It was close? Close only matters in two things, hand shoes and horse grenades." --IAmTheWhoopassCan "Tch. Shoes, grenades, *and nuclear weapons*. ^_-" --Tymes