Subject: [PW] Passing the ComiCon! Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2003 17:57:56 -0800 From: "International Superstorm \(Chet Weaver\)" <nichirasu@hotmail.com> Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "Let's see," Smasher began as he flew with much assistance from his Skarmory, Starscream. "We've grounded the flying gym, beaten the bug gym, uh..." "Skarmory," StarScream offered. "... The normal gym, thank you," Smasher continued. "That was a good one. Maybe I should write that one down. Did I bring a pen?" Smasher put his backpack in front of him and began rummaging around in it. StarScream watched him expectingly. Shuriken the Starmie tapped him on the shoulder. "Not now," Smasher said. "Ah, here we go." Smasher got out a pen and a note pad and began writing. Shuriken tapped his shoulder again. "In a second, in a second," Smasher replied. "Okay, we grounded the flying gym, beaten... no... Exterminated the bug gym, we... uh... What was it again?" "Skarmory," StarScream repeated. "Yeah... the Flying gym," Smasher continued. Shuriken tapped him on the shoulder again. "Hold your Rapidashes, okay? Geez. At the ghost gym we... uh... Made a 'spectre-cal' of ourselves, heh heh. Boy, I'm not forgetting THAT one anytime soon. That had to be one of my greatest matches of all time, if I do say so my... WHAT!?" Smasher turned back to look at Shuriken, who promptly grabbed his head and turned it forward. It seemed a whirlwind of some sort was barrelling towards them, and fast. "Oh," was all Smasher said before being swept up in the strange tornado. Moments later, it deposited himself and two other people in front of the Olivine Pokemon Center. "Aw, man," Yolei groaned as she peeled herself off the sidewalk. "Next time, I'm definitely taking the bus." [PW!] Yolei, Lynkeru, Kitsu, Keaton and Smasher "Passing the ComiCon!" by Chet "Tech" Weaver "At least we're in one piece," Lynkeru said, scratching the back of her head. "As they say, any landing you can walk away from is a good one," Yolei said. She helped Lynkeru to her feet. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I just landed on my head," Lynkeru said. "What happened to the thing we hit?" "You're standing on him." Yolei and Lynkeru hopped off Smasher in surprise as soon they realized they were standing on him. "Oh, God, I'm SO sorry!" Yolei apologized kneeling beside him. "Are you hurt?" "Just bruised, that's all," Smasher replied. He sat up and recalled StarScream. "Definitely not one my best landings, and I once fell eighteen stories into the sunroof of a limosine. Now THAT was an interesting story..." "You look familiar," Yolei said. "Are you on TV or something?" "I just have one of those faces," Smasher said. He took off his Marowak-skull helmet, inspected it, and put it back on. "Oh, now I remember you," Yolei said. "You were in a major Kanto League tournament a few years ago. Um..." Yolei snapped her fingers in an effort to remember. "... Thrasher, wasn't it?" "Smasher." "Smasher, right. I thought you were cool. Too bad you sucked." "Well, it's always good to meet a fan." Smasher stood up. Yolei followed. "No, no, don't get me wrong," Yolei said. "I didn't mean anything by it." "Nah, I sucked wind at that tournament," Smasher said. "But at the time I had lost sight of why I became a trainer in the first place. So, I've taken up a journey to reinvent myself, sorta." "Wow, that's so cool," Yolei said. "Oh, I'm Yolei, and this is Lynkeru." "Yo," Lynkeru said. "Cool," Smasher said. "Nice meeting y-" A Psyduck suddenly bounced of Smasher's head, followed by his skateboard. "I was wondering what happened to Psyduck," Lynkeru said. "We better get him inside. He doesn't look to good." "Right," Yolei said, picking Psyduck up. "Man, he's heavier than he looks." As Yolei and Lynkeru entered the Pokemon Center, Rush the Arcanine popped out of his PokeBall. "Jeffe..." Rush said disapprovingly. "You meet a coupla chickas and you don't show off da Big Red? Dude, you know I be da babe magnet, yo!" "Cut me some slack, I just fell out of the sky," Smasher said. "Again. Besides, I thought you got enough of girls back in Goldenrod." "Hey, you can *never* get enough of the girly girls, know what I'm sayin'?" Rush replied. "I know you know what I'm sayin', yo." "Yeah, yeah, I down wit'cha," Smasher said. "Duuuuuuude, those chickas in Goldenrod where so fine, I wanna go back for seconds, yo. You get me?" "I hear ya, I hear ya." "You know what they say, you can never have just one dozen! Know what I mean, know what I mean?" "Uh, huh." "'Cause I wanna bury a few more..." "... Doggy bones in the Goldenrod garden patches! I get it already!" "Dude. You need a girlfriend. Seriously." Smasher growled in frustration and approached the Pokemon Center. Before he could enter, a flyer caught his attention. "Oh, hey, comic book convention," Smasher said, veering off towards the nearest phone booth. "Whoa, whoa!" Rush said. "You're not going to become Captain Anime-zing and try to waste all your money at a convention again, are you?" "Mild-mannered me? Heck no," Smasher replied, getting in the phone booth. "I just need to make a phone call. Besides, I only do that for anime conventions, and I haven't been to one in years." "Muy bueno," Rush said. "'Cause you can't afford all that junk on a trainer's salary..." "This is a job for MagnaMan!" Smasher declared. He stepped out of the phonebooth in a blue, spandex suit with a red M-shield on the chest. He marched off towards the convention center saying, "Step aside, superhero coming through!" Rush watched Smasher stride off, then turned to Shuriken and asked, "Was he dropped on his head as a kid? Seriously." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- "Hey, do you know what happened to Aerie?" Kitsu asked. "Uh, no, was she with us?" Keaton replied. "Yeah, but I think she's gone now," Kitsu said. "She kinda disappeared a while back. Too bad. I was hoping to use her as a costume for the Comic Book Convention." "Not that we have enough money anyway," Keaton added. "Even if we did have costumes, we'd never be able to pay for admission." "Point. Okay, then. I suppose an alternate method of entry is in order." "Like fighting our way past the guards and ripping apart anyone who stands in our way?" "I don't think so." "But this way we get to stand victoriously over the bodies of our fallen foes and bathe in the blood of our enemies." Kitsu just gave him an odd look. "Anyway," she continued. "I have a plan that will get us into the convention center that doesn't involve fighting, ripping, felling, or blood-bathing." "What about looting and pillaging?" Keaton asked. Kitsu thought about it before saying, "Maybe some looting, but no pillaging." "What about maiden-raping?" "..." "..." "Are you on something?" "I just haven't been in a good raid lately." "That's it, give me back that Unown." "Hey, I can handle it, alright?" "Fine. Whatever." "So what's this big plan of yours?" "Hold on, I need to get back to my sly mindset... Mmmm.... Okay, all we need to do is take the VSP entrance." "VSP?" "Very Stealthy Person. C'mon!" Kitsu led Keaton around the convention center to its back door. They approached very quietly, edging along with their backs to the wall. Very carefully, Kitsu knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately as a custodian peeked outside. Kitsu blocked Keaton's arm to prevent him from knocking the man out. Seeing no one, the custodian walked away and let the door close. Kitsu grabbed it, peeked inside, then led Keaton in. "Okay, keep an eye out for a Ninja Squirtle," Kitsu said as they stepped into the crowd. "Right," Keaton confirmed. "Um... which Ninja Squirtle will he be again?" "I forget," Kitsu replied. "But he should be accompanied by a Mouser." To be continued... -- Chet "Tech" Weaver AIM: PanGatomon MSN/E-mail: Nichirasu@hotmail.com Yahoo! Messenger: tech_weaver ICQ: 122744531 Webcomic: http://desperadocoyote.keenspace.com "Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once." -- Unknown