Subject: [PW!] Evil Schemes! What is Ashura's Master Plan? Date: 29 May 2003 07:03:40 GMT From: jsolano199@aol.comlink (Jose L. Solano) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon PW!- Trent Retwin "Evil Schemes! What is Ashura's Master Plan?" Jose L. Solano Ashura and Carol sat in two comfortable chairs at a hotel in downtown Olivine, playing chess on the coffee table. Ashura had already taken her queen and both rooks. It had only taken a few potions to heal Ashura, so he was feeling good. The room had been paid for with a credit card Carol had skillfully swiped from a woman in the crowded Pokémon Center. Trent slept on one of the beds, which Ashura found strange, and Carol couldn't get a straight answer as to why. "Sandslash," Ashura announced as his queen, a knight, and a bishop waited to taken Carol's king. She looked at the setup carefully before silently admitting defeat and tossing Ashura a cookie. Trent woke up abruptly, sitting up with his eyes wide. He waited a few seconds for his memory to return, as it always faded briefly when he slept. "You two let me fall asleep..." Trent muttered. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" "You were tired?" Carol answered. "Ashura, why didn't you wake me up?!" "Sandslash!" "What kind of excuse is that?! I need breakfast..." Carol tossed him a granola bar. "What? No, not this." "C'mon, they're not that bad." "No, really. Food doesn't give me any real energy anymore... hey, you two don't seem too tired..." Before he could steal the energy of his comrades, there was a knock on the door. "Room service!" "Sandslaaaaash!" Ashura quickly opened the door. Four carts of breakfast items were brought in. Trent seized the opportunity to leech off of the bellhops, but made sure to do it slowly so that they wouldn't notice. Their day had just started and already they felt like they'd been working a few hours. Ashura, Carol and Kurt the Abra (who had been checking out the rest of the hotel and just now returned to the room) all enjoyed their breakfast. Trent envied them. He could still taste food, but it always felt like he hadn't actually eaten anything. Most people would find this very convenient, but it gave Trent an empty feeling that he didn't know how to describe. Food was more trouble than it was worth. "So why aren't you eating anything?" Carol asked. "It's too hard to explain." "Then would you mind telling me why you don't like sleeping?" "I haven't slept in two years," Trent explained. "Regularly, not for at least six years. I have the same nightmare every time." "Aw, someone's afraid of the bogeyman?" "You know, I can have that thing explode with the press of a button." "Ah, right," Carol sheepishly replied. "But those nightmares, and your little self-imposed diet, they have something to do with your eyes, don't they? I mean, they're weird enough as it is, but there's something else about all this, isn't there?" "You know how the news said I died five years ago?" Trent asked her. He was aware that Carol had followed his career to a certain extent, like she did with various other criminals. Noting the way the question was worded and how he said it, Carol realized this, but didn't say anything. She nodded. "Well, they weren't lying." Trent got up and stretched. He noticed that it was light outside, but the curtains were closed. "Did you get me another pair of shades?" Carol replied by tossing them to him. "Charged to my card," Carol told him. "How long was I out?" "At least a day." "A day?! They've probably left town by now..." Vee spoke to Trent. "Of course... Vee can find them." "Sandslash?" Ashura asked in a distrusting tone. "Vee knows a lot of things! More than either of you combined!" Trent yelled. "We'll know more when we got more Unown. That's what we're working at, you see. More Unown. That's what we need. More Unown." "You've been using 'we' a lot," Carol remarked. "Vee and I are partners! We both want the same thing! I've convinced him that the only way we can get it is if we get more Unown! We can't get more Unown if we stick around here!" Trent opened the doors to the room's balcony and looked outside. With his sunglasses, he was protected from the bright morning sun. "Which way, Vee? That way? Let's go!" Trent released his Aerodactyl and climbed on its back, and flew in an apparently random direction, laughing maniacally. Carol and Ashura exchanged confused looks, and Kurt was a little worried that he had been left behind. "That's it. Your partner has gone crazy." "Slash..." "So... do we do something about it, or just let him get himself killed?" "Slash." Ashura chewed on another slice of bacon. "Sand sand. Slash." "I guess we could try that... or I could just run. You can't help me get this thing off, can you?" "Sand." "Drag. Okay, I'll help you out. Now, what are we doing again?" Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil