From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: Re: [PW] Back to the Present Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-09-09 22:26:38 PST >#Carol ask if Mimic know. That, Mimic answer. ;P Now, if Carol use >p-word, Mimic say where Trent go. Trust Mimic, p-word not poison to >Carol tongue.# > >Carol sighed. "*Please.*" > >#That better. See big cave in middle of town? Something there call >to Trent. Call to Mimic, too, but Mimic satisfied for now that Trent >there and Mimic not.# > >Rolling her eyes, Carol looked around and quickly spotted the cave. >Motioning to Ashura, she grumbled, "Thank you." > >#Carol is well-coome,# came a sing-song response before the connection >terminated. "That was fun," Carol said as she made her way to the cave with Ashura. "I don't think I could ever get used to hearing someone's voice in my head like that... creepy." They found the cave, with Trent sitting at the entrance, facing the darkness. "Uh... hi Trent." "...?" "Sandslash... slash?" "...Huh?" Trent seemed to snap out of a trance. "Oh. It's you two. What are you doing here?" "Sand sand SLASH sandslash slash?" "Vee senses something in here, and whatever it is, it's powerful." Trent's eyes were still focused on the darkness. He seemed to slip back into a trance. "...Powerful..." "So what are you doing out here?" Carol asked. "I'm waiting. Vee says there's someone else in there." "And since when has that stopped you?" "Since I'm trying to be careful, you idiot. Vee doesn't think we should barge in there. Even if I kill whoever's in there, whatever is in there might kill me... it's so powerful..." "Vee doesn't think? It sounds to me like Vee's the man in this relationsh-" Carol found herself staring into the barrel of Trent's gun within seconds. "Sandslash..." "You want some of this too?!" "Sandslash sandslash, slash slash slash? Sandslash! Sandslash sand sand slash sand slash!" "So what's your point?!" Trent aimed his gun at Ashura instead. "...Slaaaaash. Sand." "What?" Ashura held up a white feather between his claws and handed it to Trent. Trent looked over it, puzzled... but then he slowly realized what it was. The red in his eyes seemed to glow brighter in the dark, and what almost sounded like a growl crept up from Trent's throat. His fist clenched around the feather and he punched the cave wall. "Dreadite!" "Sandslash!" "Dreadite is in here!" "..." "What? If he's not, then what the hell are you trying to tell me?" "I told you this wasn't going to work!" Carol yelled. Ashura sighed, shrugged his shoulders, went outside, took something from his quills and lit it. "So that's it, you're just going to quit." "Slash." "Did you two think I was gonna stop trying to find him? See, this is how it works... I get the Unown, I get power, I kick his ass. Do you understand now? Was that so fucking hard for you two?" "..." "Yeah, yeah, outsmarted. Idiots." Trent sat back down. "If you're not gonna help me out, then go do something else and let me wait here without having to listen to your damn whining." "So what do we do now?" Carol asked Ashura. "Sandslash." "Fine, whatever. I'm going to find something else to do." TBC? (HA! I didn't give you anything specific to build upon! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?!) Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil