From: "Saint Paul" <saint84_98@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Ain't Nothin' But A Stone Cold Badge Date: Saturday, March 27, 2004 5:05 PM saint84_98@yahoo.com (Saint Paul) wrote in message news:<9299e654.0403262202.2dbc1c13@posting.google.com>... > "So, I guess that means it's your turn huh?" Roxanne asked, palming > another pokeball. > > John shook his head, as if snapping out of a trance. "Huh? Sorry, what > did you say?" > > "I said you're the last one, are you going to challenge me for a Stone > badge or aren't ya?" > > "Oh uh, yeah, I guess I am. One on one sound okay?" > > Roxanne shrugged. "It's worked fine so far." > > > "This will be a one on one battle between Gym Leader Roxanne and > uh..." The referee turned to look at John. > > "John, of the Cianwood Gym." > > "Right. Winner will recieve the Stone badge, there will be no time > limit. Begin!" > > > "Cianwood huh?" Roxanne muttered, as she threw her pokeball onto the > mat. "Wish I'd saved one of my psychics. Oh well, My Rhyhorn will have > to do." With a flash of white light, the scaly, rock covered > rhinoceros pokemon appeared, pawing at the floor of the gym. > > "Too bad for you, I guess. Tidal, it's go time!" Tidal the Poliwhirl > appeared on the gym floor, snorting and swinging it's large hands > wildly. > > "Rhyhorn, use Take Down attack!" Roxanne called, immediatly Rhyhorn > broke into a mad charge towards Tidal. > > "Tidal, drive it back with Bubble!" A barrage of water spheres came > shooting out of the Poliwhirls swirl and hit the rock type dead on, > the pain of the clashing element stopped the Rhyhorn dead in it's > tracks. > > "Okay, let's try Rock Throw!" Roxanne called. Immediately, Rhyhorn dug > it's long horn into the ground and dislodged a large boulder, which it > sent hurling at Tidal. > > "Dodge it!" John called, but his pokemon was too slow. The large > boulder hit him between the eyes, stunning him for a moment. > > "Take Down now!" Taking advantage of the momentary lapse in > concentration, The Rhyhorn barreled towards the frog pokemon. with a > sound like a freight train hitting a small dog, the two pokemon > collided and Tidal was sent tumbling into the wall. > > "Get up Tidal!" John called, Tidal with a few grunts that sounded > suspiciously like swearing, clambered back to it's feet and shot a jet > stream of water at the rocky pokemon. > > Rgyhorn gave a cry of pain as the H2O struck him dead on, sending him > sprawling to the ground. > > "That's it Tidal! Don't let him get to his feet!" Under the constant > barrage of water, it didn't take long for the Rhyhorn's energy to run > out. > > "Rhyhorn is unable to battle, the Match goes to John." > > Roxanne recalled her pokemon and stepped across the floor to John, > holding out a brand new Stone badge. "Well, I guess this belongs to > you, then." Roxanne smiled as she pressed the badge into John's hand. > > "Uh thanks." He turned to his pokemon. "Way to go Tidal! You did it." > By way of response, Tidal began to visciously doubleslap John. It was > a full two minutes before John was able to push the irate Poliwhirl > off of him and recall him back into his monster ball. > > "Right, I think I'd better go heal him at the pokemon center." John > muttered sheepishly, then quickly left the gym. > <snip> As John stepped out of the gym, he stretched his arms and arched his back. "Man." He muttered to himself. I feel like I've been asleep for weeks." He started to head towards the pokemon center, when a voice stopped him. "That was a pretty impressive battling, bro. Especially with a water type." John turned to see a young man with shadowy black eyes, that had deep purple bags under them, like he hadn't been sleeping for awhile. His hair was shaggy like John's, long in the back and down in a simple ponytail and it was jet black, save for a blood red streak down the left side of his bangs. Where John was tall and muscular, this kid was slightly shorter and skinny, with thin bony limbs. He was dressed in dark clothing, and underneath the black windbreaker he wore, John could see a Team Magma insignia. "Kyle." John's tone was frosty as he turned to regard the little brother he never thought he see again. "Fancy meeting you here." He glanced down at the Magma symbol. "Joined Team Magma, have you? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Psychopath like you would fit right in with them." Kyle lips twisted into a snarl. "Keep talking like that and I might not feel generous enough to warn you, like I'd planned." John stiffened. "Warn me? About what?" Kyle rolled his eyes exasperatedly. "That Counter attack you performed in the Magma base you meathead! You didn't think they'd notice? I mean come on, how thick are you? You bust in there to rescue a person with elemental powers and you go and show off your own!" "They're after people with pokemon abilities are they? Do they know about yours?" John responded savagely, he was pleased to see his brother flinch, like he'd finally remembered that John's abilities trumped Kyle's dark type. "Are you insane? What makes you think that I'd want to end up in one of those tanks? I've seen the things they do to Sam. No thank you." "Sam?!" John spat. "You gave them your own little brother? I knew you were insane but this?" "I didn't 'give them Sam.'" Kyle shouted back. "He was taken, from Sabrina, so you can imagine she's on the warpath... in her own, chess-like way. She doesn't particularly fancy having her disciples stolen from their beds. "No." John replied, eyes narrowed. "I suppose she doesn't." "Look, just watch your back." Kyle continued. "I know you think I'm crazy, hell, maybe I am, and I know you don't have a reason to trust me." he paused. "Do it anyway." The young man's image seemed to waver, like a badly focused projector, this with a slight puff of air and a blink of purple light, he was gone." John stared at the space that had just been vacated. "Great." He muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Just freaking great." TBC