From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: Re: [PW!] A Noble Pilgrimage Date: Saturday, February 14, 2004 5:14 PM Chet Weaver - YOUR HEAD A SPLODE wrote: > Clayton wrote: >> As Mason watched the battle degenerate into chaos, he eyed his prey, >> leaning >> against a tree with a Girafarig and now a Ninetales. The Ninetales >> had curled up >> and was resting next to his grass-type trainer. The only sign that >> the fox was >> actually still awake was that his ears were still perked up and >> twitching every >> few seconds. >> >> Raffy decided to see if Normal-Mimic needed help to fight his evil side. >> Somehow, everyone forgot about Mason and his Zubat, and he was >> capitalizing >> on that turn of events. Yes, he would get that hybrid for the Magma >> bosses. >> > Mace took Evil-Mimic-Bob's arm and took him off to the side. > > "You wanna help out, right?" Mace said. "I say we should take 'em down > quick. I'll have Zubat get 'em with the Confuse Ray, then Numel will > toast one Boyleef and you can take out the other. Once they're out of > the way, we'll sweep up the remaining Pokemon and head back to base. > After that, maybe we can see about getting you a spot in Team Magma. > Whattaya say?" "Hmm." The addressed one scratched his chin. "On the one hand, I want them to have no confusion about exactly who has inflicted their pain. On the other, I can see the delicious torment if they know despite the Confuse Ray but are unable to do anything about it." "I'll take that as a yes. Zubat, Confuse Ray! Numel-" Mace dodged phlegm from his camel-like pokemon, but the orders seemed to have been understood. One blast of dazzling energy later, the Bob that was still moving on Raffy's side was tagged with a raw burst of fire power - and ignored the chance to counterattack, in favor of trying to intercept the Bob that was now trying to scoop up the Bob that was unconscious. Unfortunately, Bob was not quick enough to prevent Bob from picking up Bob and teleporting behind Mace. "Give Mimic friend back," the remaining Bob challenged, but froze when the evil Bob held a sharp-edged leaf to the real Bob's neck. "Ah, ah, ah. Tell you what. You - all of you - may follow, but stay back. Otherwise, the world will have one less hybrid." Mace frowned. "What do you think you're doing?" "Getting you more prisoners, and heading off future rescue attempts." --- The real Bob awoke to the sight of a gun pointed at his head. Several, he soon noted, in hardpoints all around the room that practically screamed "automated security system". The only other features of the metal room were the chains confining him to the half of the room opposite the door, some indirect red lights - which he quickly determined were precisely the wrong frequency for solar beams or synthesis - and Mimic, or so he assumed the humanoid meditating at his feet to be. "Ah, you're finally awake." Bob had never heard the voice before; the distortion of a low-quality voice synthesizer likely explained that. "Who are you?" "Ah, ah. *We* will ask the questions, young breeder. But if you must know...we're Team Magma, your pokemon are under sedation in our Pokemon Center, and your friend is not moving because he knows that if he makes any attempt to leave or to rescue you, you'll be dead in a heartbeat." TBC?