From: Adrian Tymes (wingcat@pacbell.net) Subject: [PW!] Teaming Up When They're All The Wrong Team Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-11-04 22:53:11 PST Clayton wrote: > Bob leaned back in the chair, revelling in the quiet. Next to the chair, Buddy > layed curled up, and looking relatively harmless. In fact this is where the young > breeder fell asleep for the night. Nurse Joy didn't bother the sleeping hybrid, > if he was comfortable, she did her job well. Raffy, who got the kids off of him > finally, grabbed his belt of pokeballs and his stuff so it wouldn't get stolen. He > went to a bedroom with Mimic. It had two beds, in case Bob got up in the > middle of the night. > > The morning came and the sun shone brightly when it could, as it was a mostly > cloudy day. A Ninetales got up and yawned. He thought of ways of waking > up his grass-type trainer and friend. He settled for simply jumping on him, so in > a half-asleep haze, he leaped at Bob ... > > "Ninetales NINE?!?" > > ... only to sail through the air and land again a few feet away. Confused, Buddy > looked back and sure enough, there was no chair and no Bob. Nurse Joy > waltzed out, happy as ever and saw the empty air. She scratched her head > in confusion. Why steal a chair after all? Hours later, a grass-type human trampled back into the Pokemon Center, causing Nurse Joy to look up. "Oh, there you are! Your friend's been looking for..." One red blur later, default form Mimic sighed. "...oh. No luck?" Head shake. "We've just got the security cameras back online. Whoever disabled them was very thorough." "Know who." "Excuse me?" "Aqua. Magma." Joy winced, having heard those names as often as some of her fellows in southern regions had heard "Rocket". "I'm sorry." "Question is, *where*?" "If I knew, I'd tell you. I've already spoken with Officer Jenny, but their hideouts are very well hidden from the law." Mimic winced. "What?" "Then...need other side of law." "What? I only heard half of that. You're not making any sense." Mimic started towards the videophones, then stopped, turned, and walked out, almost running into Raffy. #You're going to call Team Rocket?# The depressed faux-man froze, then looked Raffy eye-to-eye with burning eyes. #NEVER admit know that. Mimic DESPISE what Team Rocket do Mimic, make Mimic do. Mimic swore NEVER work with them again.# #Unless you have to. Like now.# #...please no rub in. Mimic disgusted with Mimic enough for even thinking it, no mention doing it.# #You're being a little hard on yourself. Could you live with yourself if you didn't do everything you could to get breeder boy back?# #...no.# #Then stop whining and do it!# --- *piKAAA* *piKAAA* "Hello? "Gi-Giovanni?!?!? But I just saw you step into your office! "Y-yes, sir! Connecting you to your office right now, sir!" *purrrsi-* "Speak. "Very funny. Whoever you are, you've got a good voice scrambler, but- "*YOU*. "What makes you think we'll lift a FINGER to help you, you TRAITOR? I should just have this call traced so we can exterminate you! "I see. Might I ask why you have become the enemy of my enemy? "Just helping a friend? That sounds disgustingly like the Mimic I knew. "Very well. I'm sending a file. If you are...Mimic...you'll remember decryption code Electabuzz Golem Golem Magneton Abra Ninetails. If you aren't, it'd take the best supercomputers ten years to crack- "Yes. Good hunting. Glad to have you back on the team. "My, my. We have been busy these past few years. I've never heard those particular curses before. "You asked for our help. Take it or leave your friend to rot." *click* "Heh, heh, heh. Mimic. So if you're in Hoenn, that miracle doctor in Johto must be your wayward brother. And all this time, I thought it was the other way around. I wonder...no, Minax is dead to us, and maybe for the better. Kidnapping her would do us no good. But his daughter..." --- #Well?# A phone box detached itself from the center's phone lines, blurring back into a humanoid shape. #Rockets already on trail. Need find searcher.# #Great. So, we have to look for someone who's looking for someone.# #At least is lead,# Mimic replied while morphing into a transport pidgey, then hunkering down so Raffy could climb aboard. #Should be near Olivine City, wherever that is.# #Good thing I got a good look at a Hoenn map. Are you sure we shouldn't just bust in to that one base you found?# #Even assuming that where Bob is, Bob knew coordinates. Mimic only knew how display coordinates. Mimic *maybe* able resume sub form, but need human at controls display map. Sorry, Raffy, no have appendages for job.# #No problem.# Raffy braced as best he could as Mimic took off. #I'm more worried that we'll stick out like a sore thumb. I haven't seen any pidgeys since we got here.# #Mimic no yet pick up native flying transport form. Need work with what have.# #True. So, did you get a name?# #Sapphire.# TBC?