From: Clayton (redneckdadd@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] The Cove Cave Caper Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-11-01 00:06:27 PST > #You don't remember that pink marshmallow that came by? He brought some > apples.# > > "..." Bob blinked. "I'd say you made that up, but I only remember half > of what happened. Let's just get to the pokemon center." > > Jenny could have sworn she only took her eyes off the camper for a > moment, but when she looked back, they were gone - leaving not a trace, > as if they had just teleported away. The day went by with a relative degree of uneventfullness. While Mimic and Raffy enjoyed the quiet, Bob enjoyed it more. There was some interesting gossip at the Pokemon Center, as well as good food and a cute Nurse Joy (At least 3 kids said that ... guess three of them). In the afternoon, the department store was full of useful items and an few interesting finds, inculding some guy selling a fireproof cloak at an insanely low price. The seller facefaulted hard when Bob asked if it was iceproof. When he said it wasn't, the breeder walked away, interest lost. The salesman mumbled incoherently before leaving to report to his superiors. The evening was the first evening in a long time that Bob had the chance to sit back and completely relax ... A Zigzagoon ran by carrying a bowl of pokechow while an angry Girafarig chased it at high speeds. Behind him were those three kids from yesterday. Hovering over Raffy was Aay, Angering Raffy further. ... or not. Taking the quick way out, he picked up a pokeball and lazily lobbed it onto the floor. A Ninetales popped out, yawned, and shot a little Flamethrower at the grass-hybrid. Bob muttered something about taking the cloak. "Hey Buddy, you want to help break that up?" The Ninetales sweatdropped at the chase scene. Disabling the more annoying threat first, a couple of Faint Attacks left the Unown sensless. It was sucked back into its pokeball very fast. Raffy paused for a second, which allowed the three kids to glomp onto the hapless Girafarig. The little Raccoon, which was Mimic, snickered at a job well done. As a token of no hard feelings, he gave the Girafarig his food bowl back, but left it about 6 inches out of reach. Raffy glared. 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? ---------- In some remote location, Bob stirred. It was finally a dull pain in the neck that got him fully awake. And he wished he was still asleep. The rather comfortable chair had somehow sprouted shackles and was not pinning him to the chair. But what was worse was that he was now in a brightly lit room with one small window near the ceiling. In what he guessed was the next room, he could hear bits of conversation. It was surprisingly clear to hear, though a nearby air duct could have something to do with it. "You sure he's the one from those videos?" one voice asked. It sounded like a leader of some sort "Yes sir, looks identical physically," a slightly trembling voice replied, as if intimidated by the first voice. "And you say that he can beat our enemies?" "You may have to train him first. I don't think he'll be willing to help" "That's why I had one of the Team steal this old training manual. It has some decent, if brutal trianing and hypnotizing methods. We may need to use this" Bob tuned the rest of that conversation out. It didn't sound very pleasant. From the sound of it, the "training" began at sundown. It gave Bob some time to try to figure a way out. However, there wan't much to work with in an empty room and no stuff. There wasn't even an inept guard in the room to trick into releasing him. 'Where am I now?' Bob thought, sighing. TBC ------- Clayton