From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Getting to the Courier Problem Date: Sunday, January 18, 2004 3:55 AM > > Sapphire was hesitant. It's not like he could say they were acting loco so his > > hybrid friend had to sedate them for their own good and our safety. He was > > trying to think up a reasonable explaination when one was made for him. > > > > "They were acting rather hostile towards the lady you just sedated." Bob > > piped up, while they sat the sedated Elsa in a chair. "Don't know why though," > > he added, scratching his head in confusion, plus to get at an irritating itch. > > > > Nurse Joy looked confused as well. They were supposed to be guard > > pokemon. They weren't supposed to lash out any any old trainer. "Maybe I > > should give them the once over." Joy says, mainly to herself as she calls for a > > stretcher. > > > > "That might be an idea. While you do that, I'll be going to the Gym. Haven't > > tried a gym battle in a while. Could be interesting." Bob notes. "Don't move > > the pokemon in the pot there, she's recovering nicely. Just needs a couple of > > hours and the little one will be good as new." > > > > "When did that," Nurse Joy started to ask but was cut off. > > > > "While you were out." Bob cut off. "But I'm off to the Gym. You stay here Raffy > > in case Mimic or that lady wake up. They might need some help." > > > > #Yeah, yeah# The Girafarig said, waving a hand in a dismissing gesture if he could. > > But he couldn't so he settled for rolling eyes in a sort of 'DUH!' gesture. > > > > "Have fun without me!" Bob said cheerfully. 'I know I will' he thought. > > "Coming Sapphire? Rookie's gotta learn how to battle from someone." Bob > > said grinning. The breeder might as well have fun with it a little. > > "Thanks all the same," Sapphire replies, "but I'll pass. According to > my official Nincada Power trainer's guide, Electric Pokemon zap > Flying-types--and I don't want my Torchic to get hurt!" > > Bob looks at Sapphire quizzically, understanding why he needs to lie > about the source of his training knowledge, but doubting that he's > ever actually opened a Hoenn guidebook. "Um, Sapphire? Torchic isn't > a--" > > "Anyway," Sapphire cuts Bob off, and motions to Elsa, who is sleeping > in a chair beside them, "it wouldn't be very hero-like of me to > abandon this fine lady. And she *is* fine." He casually cups a hand > over her left breast. "I think I'd better stay here to monitor her > heart rate." > > Bob gingerly takes hold of Sapphire's hand, and moves it onto Elsa's > wrist. "You can get a better reading from the radial artery." He > turns to his Girafarig, "Raffy, keep an eye on this guy, okay?" > > Raffy narrows his eyes at his Trainer, and projects his thoughts > psychically, #Like you haven't given me enough work already?# "Nope. You're still kicking, aint ya?" Bob quipped back the slightly overworked Girafarig. "Gotta leaf." And with that, Bob left. Raffy just sighed at the bad pun. 'He's starting to sound like me. Scary' The walk to the gym was a short one, since there was a couple of old ladies only to happy to provide directions to a "young whippersnapper" So after a short and energizing wak, Bob found himself at the front door of the Mauville Gym. Slowly and deliberately, he opened the door. No traps sprung, not like he expected there to be any. Though the electrified walls were a nice twist. The breeder growled to himself. Deciding not to risk high voltage by taking the straight line path, the breeder started to find his way around. The sheer annoyance factor of the walls was making him a bit Angry and it was Wattson's underlings that suffered. They were ruthlessly Sleep Powdered if they even _hinted_ that they wantd a battle. It was close to half an hour and a lot of switch-pressing later that finally led Bob to the field where Wattson was. The pudgy middle-aged Gym Leader was laughing at something in his hands, a letter presumably. "'Scuse me! You the leader here?" Bob called out to the laughing man. "Yes I am." Wattson said, shaking his head at the letter still in his hand. "Something wrong?" Bob asked, observing the man's actions. Wattson's belly jiggled as he let loose a hardy laugh. "Wa ha ha! No, it's this letter I got from little Liza and Tate. They say that they were beaten by a shapeshifter and some kid that used grass attacks" "Sounds odd, but I guess anything's possible." Bob said, stunned and in disbelief. "I just came for a gym battle." "All right, how's one-on-one sound? I'm getting kind of hungry" Wattson said. "Sure. Lunch could be good." Bob said "All right, Manectric," Wattson called out to the blue and yellow pokemon nursing a little Electrike in the corner. "You're up!" Manectric loyally trotted out to the field, ready to battle. Bob weighed all two of his options, well three if you counted Aay, but the breeder was trying to forget about that pest. After considering type and level, the grass hybrid opted for type. It also gave him the chance to try out a new name since he'd be spending some time with the breeder. "Xander, let's roll!" Bob said, getting into the spirit and throwing a ball out. It opened and returned revealing a Sandslash. "Slash!" The mouse pokemon said, flexing a couple of claws. "Quick Attack." "Defence Curl" The electric hound, being faster anyhow and even faster due to the Quick Attack, struck first. The blow, caused the Xander to curl forward, right into his planned Defense Curl. "Crunch." Watson said bluntly. Bob said nothing as Xander was already doing his next move. The Sandslash busted into a Rollout straght at his canine pokemon. The Sandslash seemed to sense Manectric's arrival because he broke of in a hard right turn just before the Crunch attack had a chance to hit. Xander rolled back around and managed to deliver a solid blow right to Manectric's side. Wattson looked like he got Thunder Waved. "Your Sandslash is good" Bob grinned. "He has had practice. Keep on rollin' Xander!" Bob encouraged. Xander for his part showed no signs of acknowledgement except for making a sharp U-turn and speeding up. "Dodge that rolling menace and give it a Thunderbolt! It may not hurt it, but it might stop it!" Wattson declared. Bob shrugged. He remembered the last time someone interrupted his rolling. Granted it was a race and not a battle, but there were definite anger issues present. Good news for Wattson was that his plan worked. Manectric's Thunderbolt got Xander to stop rolling. Bad news was that Xander was thoroughly pissed off at that turn of events. Aay however, was very pleased. Xander darted straght to the offending canine and gave it a hardy Slash. The critical hit that it scored made it actually hurt Manectric. By this point, Aay was having a veritable field day. With two Angry pokemon battling, and a shiny Unown fueling it, the match quickly turned into a Dustcloud of Indiscriminate Violence -- with the odd burst of sand and stray bolt of lightning. "Manectric!" Wattson called out. "Crunch!" It was about then that the dustcloud cleared, and Manectric was definitely unable to continue. While there wasn't any deep gashes or lacerations, only two cuts were actually deep enough to draw any blood and they barely did. Xander was barely upright himself. He had his claws in the floor and he looked like he was going to collapse any minute, but was waiting for something. 1.2 seconds after Wattson admitted defeat, Xander passed out. The Discharge pokemon had done quite a number on Sandslash after all. "Wa ha ha. I haven't had a battle like that in weeks. It's been a while since someone hasn't used ground attacks against me. It's refreshing!" Wattson said, pulling a Dynamo badge from somewhere. "You and your Sandslash have definitely earned it.." He handed the badge to Bob, then pulleing out a pokeball he recalled the fallen Manectric. "Thank you." Bob replied politely, accepting the badge and calling back the fallen Xander. Wattson hung about the Gym for a few minutes longer, probaly trying to train the baby Electrike a bit, while Bob headed back to the Pokemon Center, whistling all the way and studying his the badge. 'This day might be normal yet,' he thought, opening the door to the Center. TBC ------- Clayton Random Tagline: Ooba jooba wumba mumba ding dong bong.