From: Clayton (redneckdadd@yahoo.com) Subject: [PW!] Breeder's Day Out Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-11-11 03:05:28 PST In an unknown location, a breeder brooded. While it wasn't completely unusual for Bob to brood about something on occasion, what was different was that he was shackled to a chair. In a lucky twist of events, they were rope shackles. 'Geeze, they're slipping.' Bob thought. When no reply was immediate, he snapped his fingers. 'Oh yeah,' he thought. 'No Raffy. Guess I have to think of the sarcastic remarks myself' *sigh* Tugging on the ropes a bit, Bob learned that while tight, rope was still rope, which lead to two things ... rope burn and the idea to cut through it. Of course, there wasn't anything *to* cut the ropes with, so that idea was taken to the back of Bob's mind to be Vine Whipped to death ...only for said idea to use Synthesis, smack Bob upside the head, and reminded him quite colourfully that he had Razor Leaf. Shrugging at the idea of a cursing idea, Bob decided to take the idea's idea and use the sharp greenery. However as a breeder, he wasn't overly fond of the move's destructive tendencies so he avoided it. Snickering at the irony, Bob attempted to Razor Leaf his way through the ropes . Fifteen minutes of trying, and many leaves embedded in the floor later, Bob had his left arm cut free. A couple of light slashes where he got a little too close adorned his arm, Lucky for him, it only took four tries to free his right arm. From there it was a not-so-simple matter of untying the ropes. Looking to the only way out, Bob prayed that it there was only the cliched one inept guard standing sentinel over the door. Knocking lightly on the door, the grass-hybrid stepped so the he was hidden when the door opened. The door opened, and two males stepped inside, blinked twice, and fell asleep. Bob dusted the bluish powder off his hands. "Now for some answers." Bob muttered decisively. "And some fun," he added michievoulsy. A while later, Bob bolts through the door to another room and uses the chair to baracade the door shut. "Stupid guards," he grumbled. "They're SUPPOSED to be inept!" He indvertently cried out. Said guards, just outside the door by now, tried the door, found it locked, and moved on. The footsteps receded fast. "Maybe they are ..." Bob said quietly, almost enjoying Raffy's role of sarcastic comment-making. Searching the room for clues to his location, the kid found a small bookshelf and some tubs of stuff. He opened the first one, took a whiff, and gagged at the sulphur-like smell. That stuff he recognized from the Day Care he hailed from. The second tub had a different aroma to it, but Bob pegged it as a pokemon hangover remedy from after their time in the Breeding Room back home. The shelf was fairly empty, only having about half a dozen books on it. Hving nothing better to do, he started going through the first one. It was like a pokedex, containing information on the various pokemon in Hoenn, and their genralized vital stats. It looked to be a collection based on experience over data. The second book had the Team Aqua symbol on it, which the grass hybrid didn't recognize. In it held highly in-depth data about different water pokemon and how to breed them and what they bred with. Also in the book was a list of other pokemon that would augment the Team Aqua cause for one reason or another. The third was much the same only dealt with Team Magma and has information on Fire and Ground-types. Bob shuddered after putting down the third book. Too many images of getting Flamethrowered and Ice Beamed danced through his head. Pressing on, the fourth book seemed to be about breeding in general. It was also labelled "Property of Mauville Day Care". Bob decided to "borrow" that book. The fifth book was only about three-quarters filled which was odd to Bob. Stranger still was that it contained information about various pokemon from Kanto and Johto. Based on Bob's judgement, this was a collection of journals based on agents travels to the regions as the data was sketchy and highly incomplete. It ws then that two things happened. First, the young breeder noticed the camera watching him. Second was a trio of guards bashing down the door. Turning his head, he glared Razor Leaves at the intruders. "How'd you get out?" One goon managed to ramble out? "That ...", Bob said, shaking a finger, snickering. "... is a secret" Thouroughly pissed off, Bob was now looking at 3 goons, a Kecleon, an Gloom, and a Machop. Shrugging, Bob cracked a couple of knuckles, and remembered what Mimic had taught him a day or two earlier. "Sunny Day!" "Solarbeam" Two of the goons voices rang out. The third didn't say anyhting, but the start of a Fire Punch was blatently evident to the breeder. Taking a deep breath, Bob calmed down and started to call the light. 'To hell with being nice and subtle', Bob thought. 'Let's blast something. Always wanted to know how Aerie felt doing it'. And so the light came. Then the Kecleon's Sunny Day rose, the Gloom started rapid charging. Problem was the Bob was done first. Giving an evil grin that would make even Aerie proud, Bob waved too too sweetly ... ... and proceeded to Solarbeam all six of them back out through the door. For good measure, he hit them all up right after with Sleep Powder to ensure that he wouldn't be disturbed. Only the Machop actually stayed up. Noting a lack of conscious trainer, it gulped audibly and charged into the fray alone. Bob admired the pokemon's tenacity, and promptly Vine Whipped it into the air, grabbing it with just enough force that it couldn't escape. Again the Machop gulped audibly and awaited its rather painful fate, only to meet with a "Good night" as it too fell asleep. It was gently deposited by the others. ---------- Somewhere else in the compund, two leaders were having a discussion regarding the solar-powered intruder. Thy wer watching a playback of his wanderings. "We should start immediately, he knows too much and is too powerful." "Hold on, he's reading the books on breeding as if he understands it. Do you have the reports from the last covert operative we sent to Johto?" "Yes, and they mentioned something about a Raiser Day Care, a breeding place for pokemon. That's where our operative stole the tubs from. The operative also mentioned something about the family having two kids, though one was missing" "This bears looking further into. This kid has power, but he didn't really hurt them. And the Machop that got up after was dealt with gently, like the boy didn't want to hurt the pokemon further." The first one said, watching the playback of the fight. "What's it mean?" The second leader asked, confused. "It means that the kid is probably a pacifist at heart. He cares about his opponents. Plus he has breeding knowledge. This makes subduing him dangerous. We need another plan." "How about leading him to our breeding area. He might help them out of habit." "Perhaps. But for now leave him. He's nothing our pokemon can't handle anyhow." "True." ---------- Bob resumed his task of book-reading. The last book was more about genetics. Most of it went over his head except an outline for a "Project Gemini", supposedly a pokemon-trainer pair that could adapt to almost anything. After that though, it all went into gibberish to Bob. Though the part about genes holding the key to a pokemons potential to be interesting. Bob shrugged as he watched the Sunny Day die out. Answers will come. TBC ------- Clayton