From: YCBY \(Chet Weaver\) (email@example.com)
Subject: Re: [PW!] The Darkness Comes! (Was re: [PW] The Trouble With Tribbles, I Mean Nincada)
Date: 2003-08-29 15:55:34 PST
Wanna hear a secret? I was reading newsgroup messages when
"Adrian Tymes" wrote in message
> Aerie looked at the husk pokemon, frowned at Smasher, then glared at
> the shedinja. "Grrr...hmph! Okay, fine, we'll do it your way.
> "What was that?"
> "After we get Kitsu and Keaton out of these...*things*...won't they
> just suck other peoples' souls out? Don't they deserve death just for
> being what they are?"
> "How can you SAY that? I mean, sure, they probably didn't have a choice
> about taking the souls. It's what they do, isn't it? It's like a mad
> gyrados in a lake, killing everything in its blind rage. It doesn't
> matter whether what it does is its fault or not, death is a an act of
> mercy to it, and protection to everything else."
> Smasher regarded the girl. "Is that really what you think?"
> "It's what my mom used to believe. Well, what she would have, if she'd
> ever run across these."
> Shaking his head, Smasher sighed. "Let's just get this over with
> before they go back inside."
> Aerie quickly morphed into a net, constricting until the husks were
> immobile within her. Smasher winced when he heard a few squeals of
> protest as the pokemon were squeezed just a bit further, and set to work
> before either the shedinja or Aerie started doing serious harm to the
"All right, here goes," Smasher said. He cupped his hands together and extended
his arms in front of him. A small, blue sphere of energy formed in his hands.
'That's the ambient spirit energy,' he thought. 'I'll have to concentrate
Smasher gritted his teeth and concentrated. The sphere began to expand and the
Shedinja began to be drawn in towards it. When the bug types started to move
through the net, Aerie had to shift types to keep them in. Slowly, the
Shedinja's eyes began to glow a dull blue as their bodies strained against
'Let go, you dumb bugs,' Smasher growled to himself. With a grunt, he
metaphysically pulled harder on the spirits. They began to trickle out from the
Shedinjas and into the orb Smasher created. Soon the trickle became a pouring
and then a deluge of spirits escaping their prisons into the safety of Smasher's
hands. Smasher strained to keep the orb focused. There were far more spirits
here than he anticipated. Eventually, the flow stopped and Smasher was left
holding a sphere the size of a Golem.
"That's all of them," Smasher said. "Quick, get Kitsu and Keaton's spirits out
while I can still hold on!"
Meanwhile, Jordan was in the fight of his life. Between Incubus's strong
attacks and Succubus's clever defensive manuvers, Jordan could barely hold is
own. What complicated the fact was that body of the woman he loved was being
used against him. Even when deprived of its soul and twisted by Rossiter's
magic, Jordan could still see Kitsu in its face.
Jordan steeled himself and tackled Succubus. Straddling her midsection, he
armed his bow and aimed and arrow at Kitsu's face...
'No,' Jordan thought. 'Not Kitsu. Succubus. But...'
"Jordan..." came Kitsu's voice. She sounded frightened. "Why are you trying to
Jordan choked. "Kitsu... Concede and stay out of the fight and I will spare
"Don't bother trying to fool me!"
"Humph," was Succubus's disgruntled response. She wrapped her legs around
Jordan's head from behind and slammed him to the ground.
"Mmm... Yoga..." Rossiter mused.
Succubus slid out from under Jordan, allowing Incubus to slam a massive fist
into his stomach. The floor cracked as the rest of Jordan's body reflexively
jerked upward. He coughed up blood and saliva and then lay there. He strained
to get up, but his body was too weak to even move.
"Pity he can't fight back now," Rossiter said. Then he grinned. "But I think I
can find a way to have some more fun with him."
With a wave of Rossiter's hand, Jordan's body was telekinetically lifted off the
ground. A flick of the wrist, and he was flung against a far wall. Rossiter
clenched his fist and Jordan writhed in his crushing grip.
"He's not even screaming," Incubus said dryly. "How disappointing."
"He still has strength of character," Succubus mused.
"I'll fix that soon enough," Rossiter said, squeezing his fist harder.
To be continued...?
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