Subject: Re: [PW] Passing the ComiCon! Date: Sat, 24 May 2003 00:46:02 -0400 From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Organization: Bell Sympatico Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon > "..." Bob cast a glance at his friend; he knew the lie as soon as it > was uttered. "Whatever. What happened to Kitsu and Keaton?" > > "Mimic no see medical crews or street pizza near hole in wall, so Keaton > probably safe - but outside. May need help get back in. As for > Kitsu..." Mimic chuckled and winked. "...leave with Aerie in, ah, > *tight* situation. No were in danger, so Mimic just get Bob out once > find. Now, if feel better, Bob only out half hour. Mimic feel like > take break, enjoy con while here." > > Peeking under the bedsheets, Bob queried, "I don't suppose you have some > clothes for me?" > > "Sure." Mimic grinned. "Mimic have Bob costume right here." > > "No. I am *not* wearing you." > > Mimic stuck his tongue out, then tossed a generic costume on top of Bob. > As Bob climbed out from underneath them, Mimic added, "Oh, one favor. > Please no tell anyone Mimic here, especially Aerie. Seem trouble follow > when meet of late, plus Mimic no want Aerie think Mimic following her. > Aerie probably suspect Doppler sent Mimic." > > "He didn't?" Bob shot back as he removed a shirt from his face, only to > find himself talking to thin air. Letting out a big sigh, Bob went to examining the costume. He snickered at the irony that Mimic would leave a Spinarak Man costume for the grass-type hybrid. "If my brother saw me in that, he'd laugh himself to death." --------- Back at the Raiser Day Care outside of Goldenrod, Jeff sneezed. His little Marill shrugged, looking rather confused. --------- Just as Bob was about to succumb to having to wear the costume, there was a cheerful knocking sound at the door as one of the Center's Chansey came in, sounding rather happy and carrying Bob's real clothes. She didn't noice that he was awake or watching and he was actually greatful. Quick vine work and some sheet rustling later and Bob was fully dressed and ready to go. He looked at himself in a nearby mirror. His blue jeans were getting a bit worn in the knees, but everything else seemed all right. Dusting himself off, he headed out for a walk about the city. About three steps from the front door, he heard a rather angry-sounding female voice. "HOLD IT!" Nurse Joy said, voice unuually angry sounding. Bob turned around and saw an upset-looking Nurse Joy. "Something wrong?" Joy quickly lost any hint of anger. "Well, not really, I just wanted to run more tests on you." Bob walked back to the desk and leaned on it casually. "What would you like ta know?" "Well," Joy flips through a couple of pages. "Bob, how about type and moves. I've never seean anything quite like you before." The breeder thought about it for a second or three, before answering. "Sure why not? Grass-type, moves be Vine Whip, Razor Leaf, Reflect and Sleep Powder." He said it casually, numbering each point of on a finger. Although, if you want more technical details, call the Joy in Ecruteak." "But you were out cold five minutes ago." Joy replied, concerned. Bob fumbled around with the Unown's pokeball. "Maybe, but the poison was fairly weak, and the sunlight was bright. I heal fast." And with that, the young breeder left. Not feeling like going back to the lighthouse, the young lad decided on a three-stop walk, the park, the gym, and the beach. Whatever stop was first all depended on where he felt like going and where the trouble wasn't. While he walked to the first spot, he made a mental note to find a copy of "Hoenn for Dummies" at a bookstore TBC ------- Clayton DO NOT ADJUST YOUR MIND - the fault is with reality