From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Back to the Mission Date: Sunday, March 14, 2004 5:36 AM > <Mimic...is shell. Creation of Professor Oak and Doppler. Original > personality in Mimic body uncooperative, unlike Doppler. Mimic early > days in lab, while Mimic-self still forming, why others present think > Mimic younger brother Doppler.> > > <My father would do such a thing?!?> Aerie-Kappa stared at Mimic-Kappa. > <But...but he was totally AGAINST slavery and mind control, > and...and...> > > <Doppler had taste power, Silph-style. Had mental-allergic reaction.> > > <I guess.> > > <Mimic eventually come terms with it. Mimic try destroy that which try > destroy Mimic. Thought succeeded; apparently no.> Mimic-Kappa looked > up at the slumbering plant hybrid. <Bob gentle sort. Knowledge added > Bob of violence, destruction. Small pieces useful for breeder, but most > go against personal code. Mimic hope, strongly hope, Bob no go into > denial such that construct need be created keep that which control Bob > body sane. Or have mental-allergic reaction.> > > Aerie-Kappa smirked. <What, you're afraid he'll go on a bloody rampage > against the Maquas, and raise up an entire army to-> > > <Yes. That exactly what Mimic fear. Even with voices down, Mimic > really no think good idea detail complete list in Bob's presence.> > > "Thank you," Bob muttered. > > Aerie froze. <You...heard us, and can understand this language?> > > The non-ditto hybrid rolled a bit, switching the arm and leg balanced > on the tree limb, and snored. > > <Bob safe for now. Probably best if Mimic, Aerie no interfere in Bob > recovery at this time. Besides, Mimic no like looks Kappa giving > Aerie.> > > Aerie-Kappa lowered her head and saw the original model eyeballing her > and drooling. > > <Dahh, haven't I seen you before? You look purdy. Wanna breed?> > > <Eeeeew!> Aerie-Kappa transformed into Aerie-Kitsu and let out a brief > flicker of flame. The ensuing staredown ended when Mimic-Kappa gently > nudged Aerie-Kitsu towards the exit with headbutts. All the while Bob slept. His dreams more like old memories playing back. But why were they violent and bloody? And why couldn't he remember ever doing these things that clearly were in his memories. If he had done them, then these memories should have haunted his nightmares. Something wasn't adding up right. Which would have been true, had the memories actually existed three days ago. But they too were a part of the Magma's experiment. To create another personality, one burning with fury and loyal only to them, as opposed to the more gentle breeder's personality. To Team Magma, Bob's use was to destroy their rivals and their water-type pokemon. Inside the breeder's mind, two astly different personalities were arguing over control of the hybrid's body. One was kinder, nicer, and most importanty the original occupant. The other, a type of construct -- one tempered to fight and kill if necessary. Barbs, slams, and even the odd actual attack were being exchanged, the offensive capabilities of the intruding personality being matched with the more defence-minded attitudes of Bob's normal personality. It was a fight that will go on awake or asleep, and one that could really go either way. To anyone that could easedrop on thoughts close range, it would probably sound very confusing, the sound of an argument and battle going on. A slight corona of light was surrounding the breeder, whether for healing purposes or destructive ones, it was yet unknown. [NS: Ehm? *Ehm floats in with Version 2 of the Thread-Splicing Gadget* *The Unown pushes the button, it makes some noises and works perfectly*] > "Well, I'm thinking that I and anyone else who wants to head to the Rustboro > Gym can head there and earn a Stone Badge, since we're in the area," Alex > explained, "while the rest of us can either relax here at the Pokémon Center or > explore the city a bit, just in case Smasher's around." > > "Just in case," Cass sighed. > > With those words, Alex slung her bag over her shoulders, turned to Ben and > said, "And afterwards, we take care of some unfinished business. There's a > small area just north of the city near the docks. We should be able to have our > rematch there, assuming something else doesn't come up." > > #With our luck?# Raffy the Girafarig asked, an eye focused on the girl > before him. #Trust me, kid, we ain't seen total chaos yet.# > > "I'm not saying 'the words', Raffy," Alex replied. "I have brains as well as > looks, thank you." > > #To this I can attest,# Grospoliner mentioned in his trainer's defense. > > With a sigh, Cass noted, "Well, if you're going to the Gym, I'd best help > search the city." Turning to the rest of the Search Party present, she asked, > "Anyone else going one way or another?" With some plans made, Raffy went to go inform Bob. A gym battle sounded interesting enough and it would get Bob's mind off of recent events. He took three steps into the greenhouse rock garden, noticed Bob sleeping in a tree, the all of a sudden, he Wanted to get Aay and Dbu some root beer. The Girafarig came back a couple of minutes later with three mugs of root beer. He trotted over to the base of the tree and looked up at the sleeping hybrid. Putting the light down to subconscious healing, he decided to carefully wake Bob up. #Yo, you up for getting another badge, breeder?# Raffy asked. He got two responses. One was a hasty 'Busy here Raffy. Later' while the other was along the lines of 'Get lost worthless half-psychic', only less decent. Confused and worried, though the Girafarig would never willingly admit that, he tried to figure out what was going on. TBC ------- Clayton Random Tagline: Next mood swing: 5 Mintues