From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Birthday Warnings and Departures Date: Saturday, May 01, 2004 2:43 AM "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> wrote in message news:FVYjc.2835$u27.1466@newssvr27.news.prodigy.com... > 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." Such is something one should never to say when Fate is having some fun. Because when the door openned and the pair walked in, Mimic tripped on something that he could have SWORN wasn't there. While not really important, his landing point was ... "PERVERT!" The rather young-looking lady cried out before slapping the Ditto soundly in the face Bob snickered. By trying to not tempt fate, fate had been tempted. It was rather funny to watch, and besides -- it didn't happen to him. Raffy grinned. The Girafarig liked these kinds of twists of fate, as long as it didn't happen to him. Mimic groaned. Getting slapped hurt, pokemon or human "I'm sorry about my friend here, My name's Bob Raiser and I ..." "Really, we got a call a couple of days ago from someone with that last name, saying you'd probably show up that day," The lady said. "What happenned" #Trouble with some of the local pyros# "They're after breeders now?" "Not quite. But can we continue this inside?" The inside of Hoenn's Day care made it look more like a business over Bob's home, which was more farm-like in appearance. Judging by the awards hung up on the walls, this operation was every bit as successful as the Raiser Day Care in Johto, perhaps more so. Or at least the awards were more prominently placed. Upon sitting down, Bob pulls a book out of his bag, and hands it over. "I think that this book might belong here. Pretty informative too." The lady looked it over and smiled. "It is, I thought it was stolen months ago. Mom will be pleased." "Mom?" "Yeah, I'm not quite experienced enough to run this place yet." #Try going on a pokemon journey. Earn a few badges and a few friends# "I could, but I hae to wait for my parents to come back. They're in Verdenturf to watch a couple of contests." "Sounds dull ... I like it, sounds like the kind of thing where nothing can go wrong." Bob optimistally noted. #Don't bet on it grass man# "Grass man?" "It long story." ------- A couple hours and traumatizing stories later, the group of three head out of the Day Care. Bob was feeling better, which meant that he might actually leave the next Maqua alone that tries to attack him ... maybe. However, Mimic and Raffy were seemingly still on High Alert, waiting for a snap that may never happen, or may happen tomorrow. Somewhere in the grasses of Route 117, a grass hybrid relaxed on the ground, the fresh air and sunshine a blessing from above. He watched a couple of Roselia hunt up the perfect sunbeam, amongst the tufts of greenery that were the tops of Oddish. A few little Zigzagoon were scampering about near a pond of fresh clean water. All in all, the scene looked like it could be the subject of a nice painting. And what better way to spend a good day like this than reading a book, while basking in the sun? In this case, the book was Hoenn for Dummies, the informative guide to Hoenn while cracking a few jokes. The reading was a distraction. As of lately, the agreesive controlling Magma-induced personality was showing itself. While enough of the breeder's normal personality was there to keep others safe while Raffy and Mimic basically make sure that he didn't kill anyone, it was unnering to the normally kind breeder. Fortunately, a short article about the Verdanturf Asylum provided a ray of hope. Maybe they have some advice about it all. TBC ------- Clayton Random Tagline: Beware of the SPLUT! > > Random Tagline: > > Mmmm ... donut .... *drool* > > Mmmm...topology...bumps and smooth curves...reticulating splines... Somehow, I get the feeling that Geography has just been made dirty there.