From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] A Case Of Grass Date: Wednesday, May 05, 2004 12:07 AM > "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." And so the forbidden love was allowed to continue. Which was a good thing really becuase vengeful lovers can be a force to be reckoned with. Time passes, as it does and Bob was now lying in the grass staring into the sky. The clouds formed interesting shapes as they passed overhead. When one of the clouds formed an approximation on a W, Bob got an idea.. Rather lethargically, he dropped a pokeball onto the ground. "Nown?" "Hello." "Un nown?" "I just want to talk. I've got another one of your type and all it does is try to piss me off. I'd like to know what you do," Bob said, looking at the floating, shiny Unown Dbu bobbed up and down a bit, #You don't want to know what I do# "..." Raffy turned around suddenly. He thought his hearing was going. The fact that it was a psychic voice and not an audio one was moot really. "... actually I do want to know." Bob replied calmly, blinking twice. Dbu blinked twice. It always worked before. The Unown bobbed in the air, giving the appearance of a hand gesture. #You don't want to know what I do# "... actually I do want to know what you do. But since you don't want to tell me, then how about 'What do you want to do?'" "Nown?" the floating W queried, looking genuinely confused. "Well we both know that eventually you'll end up back at the Ruins. Until then, you can at least live a little or at least have some fun. Who knows, you might get stronger and learn something." Dbu thought about it. Dbu was actually one of the smarter Unown, mostly because of it main ability, Wanting. Unlike Dee, who only had to break mental barriers, Dbu innate ability to make beings Want to do something was only a suggestion. A Wanting that was similar to a person's own desires had a better chance of happenning than one that defied everything that person stands for. The power of suggestion was at the heart of Dbu's power. #I want to be stronger, to avoid the collective# "Fair enough. I don't plan on running back to Alph right away anyways." Dbu looked relieved, it's eye showing great joy. "So how do you think you could get stronger?" Off to the side Mimic, in the guise of a Roselia, shifted into a Zigzagoon and looked at Raffy. "What Bob doing?" #Trying to get the Unown to think for itself. It teaches a pokemon to rely more on itself than its trainer. Worked wonders for me# "Mimic no sure about that" #What's THAT supposed to mean?# "Nothing," Mimic replied way too innocently, earning himself a pair of glares. ------- In Mauville City, a ghost sensed the energies of the shiny Unown, and the fact they were a lot closer than Lavaridge. This was an interesting turn of events for the ghost-type craving life. TBC ------- Clayton Random Tagline: Beware of Mallet > >>>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. ^_- Is too, too true. The science of thrust and lift ...