From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: Re: [PW] A Sword is a Sword, but a Bisento is a Spear with a Broad, Curved Blade Date: Monday, March 29, 2004 1:52 AM Chet Weaver - YOUR HEAD A SPLODE! wrote: > Keaton and Mimic dashed over to the vacant lot to discover a scene that > almost seemed frozen in time. Kitsu, covered in soot, was using both > hands and her bisento to block the falling downward slash of the bisento > weilded by her bewildered-looking duplicate, who was suspended in > mid-air. Kitsu coughed up some ash as Aerie slid backwards, both of > them collasping to the ground. The guys ran to their sides. > > "Kitsu, are you alright?" Keaton asked. > > "Nothing a Rawst Berry couldn't cure," Kitsu said with a cough. > > "That was a little excessive for a sparring match, wasn't it?" > > "You're telling me." Aerie, meanwhile, lay still. Mimic nudged her gently with obvious worry, but she failed to respond. "Is Aerie alright?" Keaton asked. "No. Aerie damaged." "Then let's get her to the pokemon center." "No would work. Pokemon center for pokemon, just like hospital for humans. Aerie both, so neither. But that which work on both also work on Aerie." Wingull-Mimic became Natu-Mimic, and let out a cold, misty haze that washed over the area. When it subsided, so had the char, especially on Kitsu and Aerie. A normal-form Aerie blinked to consciousness and slowly sat up, glowing from a quick recover while catching her breath. "That...was...COOL! I've never felt anything like that! Even my dad never felt anything like it!" Kitsu frowned. "Nothing to it, huh? That was WAY too much power!" Aerie put up her hands defensively. "It wasn't me! The blade...it took that much power by itself! More power than I've ever put into my moves." "Sure, sure. Then what was that little performance with Dee back at the Silver Conference?" "Economy." Aerie shrugged. "Doppler - *Dee*..." Aerie winced, as if spitting out a drop of concentrated lemon juice. "...based his techniques on the best use of the power already available. In theory, most pokemon could find ways of becoming that powerful, though maybe not his exact techniques. But this...this drew on power I'd never commit to an attack. I always...well, almost always...try to keep a little in reserve just in case a quick escape is necessary, just like dad." Kitsu shook her head. "You're rationalizing your faliure, Aerie. You're just not experienced enough to handle it, plain and simple." "Kitsu!" Seeing her whine utterly fail to sway her target, Aerie switched targets. "You believe me, don't you, Keaton?" Keaton froze for a moment with a stantler-in-the-headlights look. "Umm...I'm not sure what just happened, but if you're talking about weapons training, I'd say my sister usually knows what she's talking about." "Aww..." "And if you're thinking of staying up all night practicing just to impress me," Kitsu warned, "don't. You need your sleep just like the rest of us, and it isn't that important." "..." Aerie blinked. Kitsu smiled, tapping the half-ditto on her nose. "I think you might be copying me a little too much. You're starting to remind me of me, when I was your age. Now, come on: I've still got to go clothes shopping, and I'll need someone whose fashion sense I can trust." Aerie smiled, hopped up, and followed Kitsu towards the nearest clothing shop. #Thanks,# sent the feathered one on Keaton's shoulder, a few steps behind the pair. #No problem,# Kitsu replied in her own mind. TBC?