From: Newton P. Haights (newhaights@aol.com) Subject: Re: [PW][SC][R2M3] Let's Get the Party Started Already! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-11 19:32:41 PST "SHAKKmaster" wrote: > "Let's go, Archangel!" and a Metal Coated, muscular, twin sword > carrying, extremely pissed looking Gardevoir appeared. > "Red Trainer Andrew O'Reilly has 15 minutes to arrive before he is > disqualified," HF-303-Epsilon said, its red flag pointing down. Meanwhile... "Mmggnh...gah...c'mon, just a little more...FUCKING HELL c'mon give -- GAH!" Andrew is still stuck behind the bushes, tied up in Yuugi's tendrils. Despite his best attempts, he still hasn't gotten free, and unfortunately for the two, Set the Natu teleported them far from the main arena, and far from anyone at all, for that matter. Nobody had heard his screams for help, so he gave up after an hour, focusing all his energy on getting free. It wasn't working. "Hey, maybe if you retract your vines just enough..." "Saur!" Yuugi, jumping the gun, started reeling his vines back in. "...for me to climb up on your --" The vines became taut, and Andrew was flung face-first into Yuugi's blossom. "NOT THAT MUCH!" "Saur..." Yuugi said apologetically, while . <<I'm not used to these things yet.>> "It's ok, it's ok...we're not exactly in the right state of mind right now, are we?" As Yuugi releases his vines again, Andrew resituates himself on top of the Ivysaur. "Now, maybe if you walk us to the Pokemon Center they can figure this out." Yuugi started walking, when he realized he wasn't sure where the arena was. <<I can't exaSAUR IVYwhere sheVYSAUR here.>> "Wait, what?" Andrew shook his head. <<I said I can't exactly see where she went SAURrom here.>> "...Oh. Sorry, I'm kinda unaccustomed to the Ivysaur dialect. Uhm, I think she walked off..." In the distance, a loudspeaker could be heard blaring. "TRAINER ANDREW O'REILLY HAS FIVE MINUTES TO APPEAR AT THE ARENA OR HE WILL BE DISQUALIFIED. REPEAT -- TRAINER ANDREW O'REILLY HAS FIVE MINUTES TO APPEAR AT THE ARENA." "...that way. Quick, let's go!" Andrew exclaimed. Unfortunately, although Andrew was by no means fat, a 30-pound Ivysaur with a 150 pound boy on his back would be hardpressed to go anywhere near fast. "This...isn't working. There's got to be another --" and then it hits him. "OF COURSE!" Andrew realizes that although he can't move out of the vines, his hands are just movable enough to... "Yuugi, return!" ...reach his belt. *** At the Pokemon Center, 5 minutes later... "THIS IS THE FINAL WARNING TO TRAINER O'REILLY, IF YOU DO NOT APPEAR AT THE ARENA IN FIVE MINUTES, YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED. THANK YOU." "C'mon c'mon c'mooooon..." Andrew paced back and forth, waiting for Nurse Joy to come out with Yuugi. As soon as the all-clear light above the door to the ER lit, he ran right up to Nurse Joy. "How is he?" "Well, you know, you didn't need to come to me to untie those knots...they didn't seem to hard to untie --" "Yeahyeahyeah is he okay?" "Yes, yes, Yuugi's fine. Just let him out and give him a few minutes to get the feeling back in his vines and everything will be --" "OKthanksforthehelpigottagoBYE!" Andrew rushed out of the door before Joy could finish. " -- okay... thanks for visiting the Pokemon Center...hope to see you...again...whatever." Joy trailed off, and turned around to tend to the other Pokemon. *** At the Arena... The hell -- "SLASH!!!" -- hailfire droid counted down the seconds until Andrew's disqualification. "10...9...8..." "WAIT!" Andrew threw open the stadium doors. "...7...6..." "NOT YET!" Andrew looked around frantically for the signs leading to the inner Arena. "...5...4....3..." "I'M RIGHT HERE!" Andrew ran through the hallways leading to the Arena entrance. "...2...1..." "WAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" Andrew threw open the doors to the Arena... "...zero. Andrew O'Reilly is disqualified from this match. The winner by default is Bo "SHAKK-master" Harakune." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO damnit damnit damnit damnit DAMNIT I was so CLOSE!" Andrew broke down and fell to the pavement. "DAMN that Nori, I knew she was trouble DAMN her DAMN Joy for being so slow DAMN these rules damnit I wasn't supposed to lose this early damnit DAMNIT *DAMNIT!*" "SHAKKmaster" wrote (in a short post he made after the first post in the thread): > Meanwhile, in the Landing Craft, one pilot says, "Hey! This isn't the > Geonosis Battle Arena!" > The other says, "Don't look at me. You must've taken a wrong turn at > Naboo." > "Me? What were you doing?" > "Daydreaming." > The first pilot smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand. > "You're an idiot." > > Bo returned Archangel, grabbed a Heavy Ball, and said, "Drake, exit > strategy!" and out popped... > A Tyranitar. > Stoneskin simply shrugged and started firing Hyper Beam bursts in the > air. The music started and Bo marched back to the trainers' room. The Tyranitar > then ambled after Bo. > > Nori looked at the overhead display and saw Bo's Tyranitar's show. "He > is SO dead." (( Archiver's note: Then, on his way to the Trainer's Room, Bo sees Andrew. )) Bo, seeing his opponent in such dismay, and disappointed in winning the match by default, yelled down to the droid. "Hey, is there any way he could battle anyway? I mean, he was so close and all..." "That is impossible," HF-303-Epsilon droned. "Trainer O'Reilly was late. The rules prohibit him from battling in this tournament now." 'Aw, that stinks...I would have liked to have fought against him, too. After that awful display against the shepherdess, I should have some chance to redeem myself...' *** Later, during R2M4... "Hey, Andrew!" Andrew, still sulking after his disqualification, was sitting in the town square and brooding. Sniffling, he looked up. "Huh? Oh...you're the kid I was supposed to battle." "Yeah...Look, I'm sorry you had to be disqualified. I don't know if you saw my battle in round one...I think it was after yours. I don't know...I was out of my mind... LITERALLY..." Bo looked down at the pokeball holding his Gardevoir. "...when I was battling. I wanted a chance to redeem myself..." "Eh..." Andrew sniffles again. "It's okay, I guess. It's not your fault..." Andrew mumbles, "...damn rocket." "Eh?" "Nothing. I had a run-in with someone who I just should have kept clear of. Anyway, I did some research on you -- that battle wasn't going to be easy. I've only got one evolved Pokemon, and not only is he newly evolved, he was a bit hurt from the, uh, the encounter with that bit -- er, that person. You would have wiped the floor with me." "Hey, not really...I saw your fight against my friend, Evir. That was some clever fighting you did." The two sighed. Bo looked over to Andrew, and extended a hand holding a ball. "Here," Bo said. "A present, since I feel so bad about what happened." Andrew took the strange ball and fiddled with it, and upon tripping some unknown switch, it unfolded to... "It's a Metal Coat." Bo explained. "It increases the power of steel-type attacks...I don't know if you have any pokemon with those kinds of moves. Oh, and it helps evolve a couple of pokemon, when traded. If you have either of them." "I'll have to look that up then." Andrew looked at the Metal Coat, mostly to admire it, but also to find where the switch was to close it. "Uhm, how do you...you know..." "Ah, the switch is right here." Bo pressed another button and it refolded up into a ball. "So, uh..." Andrew searched for the words. He'd rarely ever gotten such a nice present before so unprovoked. "Why did you decide to give this to me? You didn't really have to." "Eh, I felt bad. And besides...uhm..." Bo shrugged. "What?" "It's kind of a running gag." (OOC: There you go. SHAKK wins round 2 match 3, and Andrew still didn't really give up.) (Oh, and Andrew now really, REALLY hates Snail Magic.) -- Newton P. Haights newhaights@aol.com http://www.geocities.com/newhaights/