From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: [PW!] A Case Of Grass Date: Sunday, May 02, 2004 12:55 PM Clayton wrote: > Somewhere in the grasses of Route 117, a grass hybrid relaxed on the > ground, the fresh air and sunshine a blessing from above. He watched a > couple of Roselia hunt up the perfect sunbeam, amongst the tufts of > greenery that were the tops of Oddish. A few little Zigzagoon were > scampering about near a pond of fresh clean water. All in all, the scene > looked like it could be the subject of a nice painting. > > And what better way to spend a good day like this than reading a book, > while basking in the sun? In this case, the book was Hoenn for Dummies, > the informative guide to Hoenn while cracking a few jokes. > > The reading was a distraction. As of lately, the agreesive controlling > Magma-induced personality was showing itself. While enough of the > breeder's normal personality was there to keep others safe while > Raffy and Mimic basically make sure that he didn't kill anyone, it was > unnering to the normally kind breeder. > > Fortunately, a short article about the Verdanturf Asylum provided > a ray of hope. Maybe they have some advice about it all. Tick...tick...tick... Raffy and Mimic scanned the area for the next trouble spot. Their hearts slowly beat, as they watched... Every. Single. Movement. "ZIGZAGOON!" The two pokemon fell into a defensive stance, awaiting the inevitable...but the inquisitive newcomer trotted up to Bob without incident, even eliciting a couple rubs between her ears before trotting off back into the brush. Mimic let out a breath he had not realized he was holding. "That too close." Raffy shook his head. #You're too tense. Nothing's coming.# "Raffy sure?" #No. But we can't stay on alert forever.# "Suppose." Raffy wandered over to the stream to acknowledge his dry throat, dry enough to present problems speaking if he had tried to use his vocal cords. Mimic looked around a bit longer, but soon did so in the guise of one of the local pokemon, then another, and soon he was relaxing in his own way, deep in his own form of study of Hoenn's flora and fauna. Which was fortunate for the Aqua and Magma executives that passed through in full uniform, hand in hand and lost in their forbidden love, so smitten with each other that neither registered Bob's presence as they walked past. They were in turn ignored, Raffy recognizing where their attention was, and the other two not even seeing them. Or so it seemed, until they were gone. "Raffy," Bob queried, calmly turning a page, "was that what I think it was?" #If you mean something to let be, yeah.# "Good." TBC? > Random Tagline: > Beware of the SPLUT! Or have a Lickitung around to clean it up. >>>Random Tagline: >>>Mmmm ... donut .... *drool* >> >>Mmmm...topology...bumps and smooth curves...reticulating splines... > > Somehow, I get the feeling that Geography has just been made dirty there. What else would you call that kind of detailed study? Science is science, no matter what it's applied to. ^_-