From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: Re: [PW!] Birthday Warnings and Departures Date: Wednesday, April 28, 2004 9:31 PM Clayton wrote: > In the Verdanturf Pokemon Center, Bob relaxed, while drinking a bottle of > water. He smiled at the thought of a job well done, even as a few cars full > of still-asleep gang members whizzed by the Center. > > Part of Raffy was starting to seriously worry about his trainer. Before > the Magmas got a hold of him, Bob would have probably welcomed hiding > until found, then attacking. Now, it was a full out offensive, no hiding, > no caring. > > #Just how much of the real you is in control Bob?# > > "Careful. Mimic think Raffy might care," the Ditto said, smiling. > > #You will *never* get me to admit that I *ever* said that# > > There was a pause while Bob finished the last of the water. > > "Where to now? Daycare or wander the town?" #Day#"care". Raffy and Mimic exchanged a glance, then nodded. "That was fast. What, don't you trust me not to get into any trouble wandering around?" "..." #...# Bob hung his head. "Right. Then why don't we do just that? You two can follow me nervously, while I take a nice, long, peaceful walk." The hybrid stood up, stretched, and tossed his empty water bottle towards the trash - only for it to hit a passing loudred. Who snarled, even as her trainer called out, "Hey! Loudred, don't let him get away with that!" "LOUD! LOUDREDLOUDRELOUDREDLOUDRED..." Mimic teleported the trio outside as the first chunks of plaster began to fall under the aural assault. "Okay," Bob sighed, "not the best start. But for now - oh, 'scuse me." He barely avoided walking into a pinstripe-suited midget talking to two similarly-dressed goons. The small one did not seem to notice. "I'm tellin' ya, boys, I don't know who did it, but the cops are all occupied. We gots da run of this town for half an hour, at least. Whaddya say we rob the bank?" "Umm, boss?" one of the goons asked. "Look behind ya. Ain't dat de one dat Vinny said wrecked his cousin's base?" Bob stopped walking away at that, giving the leader ample time to turn around and examine him. "Why, so it is! And at a time like this." He reached into his suit, bringing out a small submachine gun at the same time his goons did. "Keep the head intact! There's probably a reward on it!" It had been the first actual gun Mimic had seen in a long time. Thanks to Bob's Razor Leafs, it would be yet more time before he saw one fire again. Bob grinned. "I can take you to the police station, or the morgue. Your choice." "Neither," Mimic declared as he clapped a hand on Bob's shoulder and teleported the three of them elsewhere. And so a half hour passed, until Mimic finally just teleported them from the bar brawl that had spilled out onto the street a block from the Daycare Center as they were walking by, to the Center's front door. Bob rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should just teleport me inside while you're at it." "Is tempting. But Mimic suspect unlikely will get into fight just knocking on door. Then again, Mimic choosing words carefully right now not tempt fate." TBC? > Random Tagline: > Mmmm ... donut .... *drool* Mmmm...topology...bumps and smooth curves...reticulating splines...