Subject: [PW!] Trent or Vee? Which One Speaks? Date: 03 May 2003 04:49:07 GMT From: jsolano199@aol.comlink (Jose L. Solano) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon (Aw, son of a... AOL didn't show me Adrian's reply, and it wasn't until now that someone pointed it out to me. Argh... okay, new rule. If I don't see a reply to this within five days, I'll email you to check if it made it or not. Doesn't mean you have to reply immediately, but it's probably the only way around AOL's treachery) >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. "So this is what power feels like?" Trent said to the Unown now living within him. He stood just outside the Pokémon Center, still invisible. "Yes... and Mimic? I've frozen him in time, then? It's about time things started going my way." Trent had collected his Pokémon, but he ran into a slight dilemma. "I've got this power now... what do I do with it?" Vee spoke to him. "I could do that... but that's what you want to do. I'm in charge here." Vee spoke again. "Not what I had in mind, but it sounds like fun. But first, I need to recharge... we need to... I... fuck it. Recharge time." "Slash?" "Huh?" Trent had forgotten about Ashura. He was a few yards away, looking rather confused. "Over here, Ashura... oh, right." Trent decided to show himself. "Over here." "SLASH?! SANDSLASH?! SANDSLASH!! SLAAASH!" "Hey, settle down. Vee and I have reached an understanding. Things are gonna be a little different from now on." "Slash?" "To hell with Mimic. We don't need him or his worthless job anymore. Listen to me, Ashura. We're getting the other Unown, and then we'll have power." "Slaaash..." Ashura snarled. "Eh, I only need two wishes. I'll let you have the third." Trent took his knife and looked at it. "Vee's right... blades are more fun than guns." "Sand... slash." "Yeah, you do that... I'll catch up with you later." Trent disappeared in the blink of an eye. Trent and Vee came to a decision: first, Trent would drain some poor bastard of their energy to recharge, and then Trent would go look for the others. "What? A comic book convention, you say?" Trent asked Vee. "That'll be fun, now won't it?" (OOC: Hah! You sure it was a good idea team them up? Time to cause trouble... unless the convention is over and everyone's left by the time Trent gets there. Ah well.) Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil