From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: Re: [PW!] [SC] [SFM2] Unorthodox Methods Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-23 00:22:22 PST >#Oh, yes. I think I still remember almost all the details. Of course, >the lab's been long since destroyed; it'd take a lot of work to set >something like that up again, and much of it would be purpose-built - >you couldn't just buy it from a biotech supply company. I could do it >again if I wanted...# His face rotated down, smiling, to look at Aerie. >#...but I already have my angel.# The demon took a whiff of the air outside the Pokémon Center, on his way to confront a certain SHAKK-master. Trent stopped for a moment. "Doppler's in there, with Aerie," he said to Ashura, with mild interest. "Probably worried about his precious little girl. Sickening." "Sandslaash?" Ashura asked a hypothetical question. "I don't know, Ashura, I don't have a daughter. How the fuck should I know how I'd react?" Ashura looked away from Trent's glare. The Sandslash knew more about Trent's history than the demon himself, but for various reasons, felt it was better not to tell him. In his current state, how was Ashura supposed to guess how Trent would react to learning some of the more outstanding details of his past? Not well, he figured. "Let the Dittos do what they want... unless you're willing to put up some cash." "...Slash?" "You're imagining things. Let's go. Harakune's probably already left the stadium." "...Sandslash... sandslash... slash?" Ashura asked cautiously. "I wasn't expecting the damn Spanish Inquisition, you asshole. Why do you keep asking about this?" "...Sandslash." "Alright. We'll just forget about it." Ashura walked a few paces behind Trent for several minutes. They kept off the main path, hoping not to run in with anyone they might have a disagreement with. After several minutes, Trent stopped. "Slash?" "I was thinking. Maybe it would be nice to have a daughter. Or a son. Either one would be fine." Trent then continued walking along as if nothing had been said. Ashura hadn't known Trent to be the type to want offspring... in fact, for as long as he had known him, even before he became the darker man he was, Trent had rarely cared about anyone but himself. None of it made sense to Ashura, but he was just a Sandslash. It wasn't his job to evaluate Trent's personality. "DAMMIT!" Trent yelled as a flying Geodude hit him. Ah. There was the Trent he knew. Ashura felt much better. TBC? Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil