From: luneric (email@example.com)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Cheap Beer and Oldale
Date: 2003-11-10 08:07:02 PST
Adrian Tymes wrote:
> Or such is Bo's perception. In truth, in all the random fighting, a
> few stray psychic attacks plus some illusions by a Duskull temporarily
> altered Bo's perceptions, deluding him into believing he controlled the
One smack around the head, and the unsuspecting GenKnight is floored.
Waving his hand over the unconsious people in the bar, the angry trainer
said, "Some of us are more strong willed than a Psyduck, believe it or
not. Trying to use amnisia on a friend isn't nice you know." Recalling
Blade, he struted out of the pub. Although he had been shocked by the
goings on in the bar, ben had now fully recovered, and was soaring out
of the city, on Aeros back.
> The confusion of the fight gives Mimic ample time to tag Raffy and
> Sapphire, and teleport the trio away. Unfortunately for Mimic - but
> fortunately for Sapphire's cover - Mimic is not yet comfortable with his
> shallow knowledge of Hoenn's geography, and only teleports as far as he
> can see, specifically to the edge of town.
> "Great. How can this day possibly..." Sapphire cuts himself off
> before Mimic or Raffy can shush him. "Don't worry, I know better than
> to finish that."
> "Mimic suggest maybe we get out of here now?"
> #Oh, I don't know,# the girafarig quips, #this place kind of grows on
> you. Like mold.#
> "Unusually active mold. Mimic wonder, Sapphire up for riding?"
> Checking around to make sure no one is in earshot, the pretend newbie
> responds, "Not on that pidgey. I'd rather stick to Hoenn pokemon."
> One flash later, a zigzagoon large enough for a girafarig to ride
> stands where 'James' had been. "Mimic got that covered. At least,
> Mimic assume this form native Hoenn; never seen it in Johto, Kanto."
Surprisingly, this time, ben and aeros arrived at the Mt Silver village
unharmed, so he recalled the dragon, before jogging into the pokemon
center. Running up to a small desk, he handed the drowsy woman his
trainer card. Suddenly alert, the woman checked the trainer card, before
looking down to his belt. "I only see four pokeballs. Do you know that
this tournament requires six pokemon?" They always forget to mention
something on the ad. "If I spare Birch the...pleasure...of the company
of my swampy...thats still only five..." It then hit him. He
triumphantly held up his leg, hopped twice then fell over; but the
worked got the point. "Thats six pokemon and your ID cleared, so your in
the tournament." Ben thanked the lady and took his ID, before running
out the door, juping on aeros, and flying back in search of sapphire and
Mimic. "Hey mawile, you might become famous!"