Subject: Re: [PW!] See ya, Cianwood! Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 06:05:36 GMT From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Jose L. Solano wrote: > . . . > > (Oh, don't look so surprised. AOL did it again... > > > wait, I hope there hasn't already been a reply to this that AOL MADE ME MISS. I > think the internet is against me. Anyway, feel free to DV this if that's the > case) [No, but it did take its bloody time showing this to me.] > "Carol, where the hell have you been?!" Trent yelled. "I don't have time for > you right now, so just hurry up and tell me what you found out about the > Unown." > > "They... uh... the wish thing isn't real," Carol lied. "Just a myth. Local > urban legend, you know how it is." > > "I see..." Trent sneered. He was a little disappointed, but had already > guessed that this was the truth. He carefully eyed Ashura, then the bullethole > in the wall, then Carol. "Alright then. I've got another job for you. Get your > Ariados to produce as much venom as it can, and bottle it for me." > > "Uh... what do you need it fo-" > > "Get to work!" Trent snapped. Carol walked out of the Pokemon Center, > muttering "grouch." Trent then turned his attention to Mimic. "As for you... > you're going to tell me what it is you're trying to pull, and just what's going > on around here." Trent had stored his gun, but even then, he was still > intimidating. Mimic wasn't quite sure what answer would satisfy him. Mimic morphed into Trent, but slightly less intimidating. Or perhaps Trent was just unable to be cowed by his own game. In any case, Mimic did mirror Trent's pose. "Mimic know what Mimic hear. Mimic no personally hear wish promise directly, but observe much evidence. Mimic *do* know shiny Unown have much power. Trent able understand gather power." "Yeah, I can understand wanting to be a Mewtwo-bit power type." Trent sneered. "But I know that's not the whole truth." Mimic sneered back. "Trent know Mimic worry about Aerie. Even if is brother's daughter, is still family." "Yeah. And?" "And..." "PRRRRECIOUSSSS!!!" A gangly-looking humanoid in tattered shorts burst through the pokemon center's door behind Trent *bang* and was lying on the ground with a bullet hole directly between his eyes in under a second. Mimic sweatdropped. Said display of emotion increased when Vee emerged from the hole in the back of its former host's head, shook itself a bit, and rammed into Trent. Trent smiled as knowledge from his new symbiote flooded him. On most others, it would be a parasite, but the symbiosis was proven when the former Shorts Kid was quickly reduced to a bloody smear and a pair of shorts. Internally, too, Vee seemed delighted in its new partner, and spilled all it knew about its powers, its twenty five siblings, and more at Trent's merest prompting. The demon grinned, laughed, and Vanished. Not just from sight. Mimic scanned with his mind, and asked Dbu to scan for Vee. No trace. After a few minutes - during which, unknown to Mimic, Trent froze him for an hour just for the heck of it - the ditto sighed. So far as he knew, that accounted for all the unown holders on the island; certainly, he could no longer sense nearby any of those he had been in the same room with not too long ago. There was one logical direction at least some of them would have gone, so Mimic teleported to Olivine City. A day later, a local boy whose name would become lost to history was wandering behind the pokemon center #psst# when something caught his eye. He walked over to the garbage bin #in here# and opened it, picking up the shorts #put me on# and donning them without knowing why. All the stench, stains, and damage the shorts had accumulated vanished in an instant, as did the boy's pants - containing his only identification. The boy had been heading home from school #let's make some friends#, but found himself compelled to seek out and capture some rattata, using the pokeballs that had not been on his belt moments before. Another missing persons case would be filed, never to be solved, but the spirit of the Shorts Kid would live on to declare the virtues of its haunted clothing. TBC? [OOC: Yes, Trent has the Violent unown. It's a match made in hell. ^_^]