Subject: Re: [PW] Passing the ComiCon!
Date: Fri, 02 May 2003 08:35:32 GMT
Organization: RoadRunner - Triad
"Clayton" wrote in
> Now, completely confused and a little pissed off, Bob wanted these
> girls to listen, but they seemed intent on killing him. "You girls
> ... *bop* ... need to ... *clang* ... calm down. *whunk* ... Why
> don't you take a nap?" Bob said, desparately sending bluish Sleep
> Powder in a attempt to save his own skin. The two trouble-making
> pokemon got out of the way, but the rage-fueled girls got full whiff
> of the dust and fell asleep eventually, but not before getting a
> couple more shots in.
> Trying in vain to clutch all the bruises and what he could swear was
> cracked bones, Bob attempted to get up. By now, the Abra and his
> accomplice had returned, but they weren't laughing anymore as the fun
> was now sleeping soundly. Deciding that getting up was too much
> effort, Bob glared at the pokemon pair. Then it seemed, to add injury
> to insult a pokeball fell from the roof, through the skylight and
> crashed into Bob's shoulder with a thud before bounding strangely
> right in front of him.
> 'Oh goody, it's raining pokeballs' Bob thought, trying his best to
> stay fully conscious. 'I'd ask what's next but that would be inviting
> disaster.' Bob added, doing nearly anything to stay awake. Footsteps
> were approaching, causing the leeaf on Bob's head to twitch a bit.
> Not really want to risk moving and irritating anything sore, he waited
> to see what was coming.
(NS: Sorry about the lateness of the response, but my news reader was
storing all the headers in this group and I couldn't tell when the new ones
got posted :-/)
"Pop-Up, Sableye, what have you two been into?" Bob heard a calm voice ask.
Both Pokemon had the grace to look ashamed before two red beams came out
and claimed them. "Hey guy, are you all right?" The voice remained calm,
but also concerned as Bob felt hands on his shoulders, He groaned in pain
as he was helped to a sitting position.
Turning his head, he caught sight of a purple haired teen aged boy who was
slipping two pokeballs onto his belt. Considering for a moment before
answering the question, Bob replied, "I guess I will live. Were those your
Travis winced briefly then answered, "Yes, I'm afraid so. The Sableye
recently joined me. Pop-Up, my Abra is mischievous enough, but now that he
has another Pokemon of a like mind, well, he is getting a bit out of hand.
One of them is a bad influence on the other, but I couldn't tell you which
one hatched this latest bit of trouble."
"Sableye?" Bob asked. "Is that a new kind of Pokemon? I've never seen one
"It is an import from Hoenn." Travis explained. "My Pokemon sponsor,
Professor Ivy asked me to travel with it and learn what I could. It's a
unique creature. Half Ghost half Dark. unfortunately the Dark half is
tinged with a little bit of pervert. Apparently Pop-Up and Sableye decided
it would be fun to raid the girl's bathroom. Before that they managed to
create a misunderstanding upstairs. I didn't even notice they had released
themselves, my traveling companion was in the contest earlier, and I was to
intent of cheering her on. Again, I apologize for the trouble they caused
Bob was about to make an angry retort, but Travis's explanation reminded
him that he was about to go up there himself. and when a few of the girl's
started to move around, he decided he didn't want to be around when they
awoke. "We better get out of here." He stated starting to nervously edge
away. "They could still be mad." He added indicating the awakening
"Go ahead." Travis replied with a slight smile. "I'll explain things to the
young ladies. Wouldn't want them coming after you, and it was my fault.
Maybe I will catch up to you later, after I apologize to the gents
"If you survive the girls." Bob muttered under his breath rubbing at sore
spots on his body where he had been hit. He nodded at Travis then moved
quickly away as the mallet swinging girl suddenly sat up.
Pausing on the stairs leading to the next level, Bob turned and saw that
all the girls were awake and standing. Expecting to see more violence, this
time properly directed, Bob was surprised when the girl's stopped in their
tracks and listened to the purple haired teen's calm voice. Bob wondered
how Travis was able to calm their ire. When he stepped back a few steps
pulling two Pokeballs off of his belt to release the Abra and strange
Sableye, Bob once more expected an eruption from the wronged girls.
Instead, though he couldn't make out the words, he heard the teenager's
voice speaking sternly to the Pokemon. The Abra and Sableye bowed their
heads and looked apologetic, then the Abra began scooching and rolling
across the floor, batting his eyes endearingly at several of the females
and even allowed itself to be picked up and cuddled as the girls accepted
Seeing the Abra being handled and giggled over, the Sableye got a
distinctively wicked gleam in it's eye and began to mimic the Abra's
charming actions. The mallet girl's anger softened and she bent over to
pick the odd Pokemon up. From Bob's position on the stairs, he clearly saw
the Sableye getting a good look down the girl's shirt before she
straightened and held it like a child. Bob saw the dark purple Pokemon's
clawed hand spread and descend towards the girl's smallish breast, but
before another incident could be started, Travis neatly reached forward and
plucked the trouble maker from the girl's grasp. Bob stared in amazement as
the mallet girl grinned at Travis, totally unaware of what had almost
Bob shook his head in disgust as he saw some of the girls, who had only
moments before been out for blood, actually flirting with Travis as he
recalled his Pokemon. Still sore from his mistreatment, the half grass
hybrid turned and continued his march up the stairs, shaking his head as he
went at the fickle nature of the females.
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