Subject: Re: [PW] Back to the Present Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 03:00:41 -0400 From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Organization: http://extra.newsguy.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon > >Meanwhile, at the cave, Raffy raised an eye towards the new solar panel > >on the roof - he almost thought he could hear it snoring - before > >heading off to help Bob. > > "That Girafarig, is that... no, it's not him. But you say he's around here..." > Trent entered the cave and looked around. "He must've disguised... what? Not > inside the cave?" Trent walked outside and looked around. He found a strange > Pokémon crawling on the tree. "That thing! It's him!" Trent drew his sword and > slashed the tree in half. "Mimic" jumped off in time and ran. "GET BACK HERE!" > "Mimic" jumped onto the roof of the cave, next to a solar panel, and changed > colors to match his surroundings. > > "He changed colors! It's him! You detect it? Right there? Good! GOTCHA!" > Trent slashed down, but "Mimic" was too fast for him. > > "KEEEEEEECLEON!!" > > "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" Trent followed "Mimic," ignoring Vee. It would have taken a deaf man to not hear Trent wailing and slashing his sword at the colour-changing pokemon. Inwardly, he snickered at the hapless guy, but didn't laulaugh out loud to the rather sharp-looking sword he was carrying. "So Raffy, how do you think we can get off this island?" Bob asked. Raffy thought for a few seconds. #Gee, build a boat?# was the sarcastic response. Both watched as a now grass-coloured Kecleon streaked across, while being chased by Trent who was screaming bloody murder. With that little interlude over, Bob walked over and kicked the tree. "You've been around the island. Enough stuff for a raft?" #Not really. No offence to your skills, but why not wait for Mimic?# Raffy asked. "I am, but I want to make myself useful." #Then save the pokemon that's being chased by the psycho!# Bob grumbled about smart-assed Girafarig and instincts to help pokemon, when said Kecleon, currently panicking and sand-coloured, made a bee-line for Bob. Seeing Trent all of four steps away, Bob and Raffy sidestepped the mad chase scene before sitting down on the ground. "Poor pokemon" Bob noted. #Poor Trent. That isn't even who he's looking for# Meanwhile, a little bug-type scootled up to the pair and sniffed/felt around the pair, checking to see if they were a threat or a free meal. It froze when Bob looked directly at it. "I read about you guys, you're Nin ... Nincade ... Nincada, right?" Bob said to noone in particular, while gazing at the bug The Nincada nodded slightly, though still slightly frozen in fear. When Bob offered a hand for it to check out, it did just that bfore latching itself happily onto Bob's lower arm. Raffy laughed at that one ... loudly. #Hey grass man, that Nincada seems to ike you. How do you attract nearly everything that has a type advantage against grass?# Raffy said, between fits of psychic laughter. "It's a gift I guess," Bob grumbled, almost glaring at the Nincada, and definitely glaring at Raffy. Up the half a tree that was still standing, Kecleon had given Trent the slip for the time being. It had been a brilliant display of colour-changing, dodging and running. Trent was stalking the bottom of the tree, not looking upwards. The chase resumed when Kecleon sneezed. "MIMIC, GET BACK HERE!" *slash* Trent's battle cry rang. TBC ------- Clayton