From: "Clayton" <redneckdadd@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Self-Help Wanted: Inquire Within Date: Monday, June 07, 2004 10:50 PM "William Rendfeld" <warendfeld@aol.com> wrote in message news:20040527101412.29600.00000021@mb-m06.aol.com... > >"I believe that the combination of factors allowed it to take a firm root in > >your mind. Alone, you would probably lose against it and we're all in > >trouble, and I like livng thanks" > > > >"No problem. I'm a bit addicted to it too." Bob quipped, chuckling a bit. > > > >"How can you make a joke at a time like this?" Sven asked. Peabody said > >nothing but he look suggested that he too was a bit curious. > > > >"Simple, old breeder's trick to keep happy. Wards off the blues and > >well-intentionned practical-joke-loing Ghost-types." Turning back to the > >tech guy and the Grumpig, he stared intently at the man. "How do we stop > >this then?" > > > >"I don't know. By accepting that fifth move, you llowed it to get a firm > >hold > >on you, and we don't have move deletion technology, and een if we did it > >probably wouldn't work. Best chance is to weaken it to almost nonexistence." > > > >"How" > > > >"Training you will need, though psychic you are not." Sage said sagely > > > >"I think we all noticed that" > > > >"Thyme can help," The tech guy said. > > > >"Not if what you said is true" > > > >"Thyme is a Medicham, a psychic wise in the ways of fighting. She knows > >many ways to bring the mind and body into harmony." > > > >"What's next, a Kadabra named Basil?" > > > >"Actually he's an Alakazam." > > > > > At that moment, two Aquas in lab coats entered. The first, a blue-haired > woman, declared, "Okay, what do we..." Upon noticing Bob, she and her partner > looked at him in shock. "What's he doing here?!" > > Before anyone else could say anything, another voice said in a deep tone, > "He's here to make certain he doesn't become a threat to our organization or to > anyone else, preferably in a case that leaves him alive and in one piece. I'm > sure you don't have a problem with that, do you Sandra?" > > Sandra sweatdropped, then replied, "Of course not, sir." > > "Good," Leif replied. The senior Aqua then turned his attention towards the > lab techs and asked, "What's our status?" > > "The good news is, we have a firm idea of how much the Magma programming > took hold," the lead tech replied. "The bad news is, we can't remove it, only > weaken and contain it. We recommend that he take Thyme with him." > > "Approved," Leif replied. With a glance towards Bob, he asked, "I hope you > don't mind having another Psychic-type with you." > > Bob shrugged. "I don't mind the company, so long as it helps with the > problem." > > "I hoped you'd say that," Leif replied. Turning his attention to Sven and > Peabody, he asked, "Where's Wanda?" > > "She's in the Cafeteria," Peabody answered. "Assuming we aren't needed for > anything else, we can head down and keep an eye on her. By the way, how did the > rescue go?" > > "Far more smoothly than I feared," Leif replied. "I ran into a Ditto who > offered a hand; he should be recovering in the medical bay. I'm going to head > down there now to see how he's doing. In the meantime, keep me posted on > anything going on here." > > "Right," the lead tech replied. "Jack, Sandra, let's get to work." > > - > > Back in the Aqua Base's Cafeteria, Elsa sat and enjoyed her small meal; > Mudkip continuing to tear through Jack's remaining food. Roselia, who had > finally decided to have some food herself, peacefully ate an Aquav Berry in > silence, her new friend Jaws silently eating a few Pecha Berries. Despite > trying to keep his mind on his meal, the large Sharpedo couldn't help but > notice the tension in the air between the young woman and her first Pokémon. At > the same time, Jaws couldn't help but feel responsible; he'd helped to create > the wedge between the two of them. Sadly, Elsa couldn't understand him, and he > couldn't really help to heal any gap they might have. If he did anything now, > it might only get worse. > > As Jaws sighed, deep in thought over his current situation, a familiar voice > piped up, "I was hoping we'd find you here." > > The four looked up to find Sven, Peabody and Solitaire heading towards them, > trays of food in the two males' hands. > > Elsa sighed in relief, then asked, "How were things down in the lab?" > > "Mixed results," Peabody replied, settling into an empty chair. "But unless > something catastrophic happens, he won't be blowing the base to shreds." > > "Which is good for all of us," Sven added in as he started on his meal. > > "Meanwhile, Leif's back from the rescue mission," Peabody happily reported. > "He got everyone out, humans and Pokémon. Some minor injuries, but nothing > serious." > > Elsa sighed again, glad that Mariana was alright. "So, what now?" > > "Bob and his Pokémon will be here for a little while, then we'll let them go > on their way," Peabody answered. "Meanwhile, there's one other issue we have to > worry about." > > - > > Leif entered the medical bay to find Mimic fully conscious, still being > watched by the young woman he had slightly injured during their escape. > > Upon noticing her superior's arrival, the young Aqua agent rose and said, > "Sir!" > > "Easy," Leif said with a raised hand. He looked to the Ditto and asked, "How > are you holding up?" > > "Mimic recovering, thanks," Mimic replied. "You have Bob here, right? Trying > to get rid of Magma personality?" > > "That was the original intention," Leif answered. "However, at this point, > the best we can do is contain it. Hopefully, that'll be enough to last us for a > while. We're leaving a Medicham with him to help, but I doubt that will be > enough." > > "Mimic no see reason not to stick with Bob," the Ditto chimed in. > > "Nor do I," Leif replied. "But I'd rather you had a hand just in case." He > turned to the guard and motioned for her to leave. After she did so, Leif > continued, "During the raid on the Magma base that got the two of you out, > there were numerous individuals with unique abilities. One in particular caught > my attention." > > "If Leif talking about girl with purple hair..." Mimic warned. > > "No, one with brown hair," Leif replied. "Alexandria Masters. She may help > to keep that second personality contained. And if worse comes to worse, she > could help to stop Bob in the event of a rampage. Should you come across her > again, please inform her of all this." > > "How you know so much about Alex?" Mimic asked. > > "She has me to thank for losing her father," Leif answered sadly. Meanwhile, at the lab itself, Bob was getting the fist lessons in the finer art of meditation. Luckily Raffy was still out cold or there'd definitely be distractions. Thyme was hovering eer so slightly off the ground, a result of his psychic traits. Bob didn't have the floating thing going on, but the ever so faint corona of light was impressive in itself. It also proved just how dim the lighting was. The two meditating figures were not having a physical converstaion, it was wholly mental. Which was odd to Bob because he usually just talked to Raffy anymore, more out of habit The lab crew were on standby, just in case something happenned. The lead technician was the one to push the containment button while the assistants were to keep him insinde the lab and alive. In the mindscape, destruction seemed to be the order of the day. Though one tall tree stood tall and vibrant. Thyme seemed amazed at the quantity of damaged land in the mental landscape, but walked on with Bob. Neither really knew what to expect ... ... until a Reflect stopped a Razor Leaf attak from nowhere. The real Bob groaned audibly as the rather eviler Bob started yet another round of attacking. Thyme watched the fight intently as Magma Bob's attacks were met with shields, dodges and a very rare counterattack. The fight looked one-sided, but was in actuality very even, and muchly like watching two polar opposites fight. In the real world, the only clue that something was going on was the interested looks on Thyme's face and the annoyed and almost angry look on Bob's. Neither were moving The fight seemed to go on for a long time, though it wasn't nearly as long as one would think. It ended when Normal Bob tripped up his induced counterpart with a well-placed Vine Whip and nailed him in the back of the head, knocking him out. Panting heavily, and unknowingly using Synthesis slowly, Bob sought to catch his breath while Thyme applauded. #Not bad for a non-fighter bout you have much to learn. You could hve done that far earlier# #Really?# #Yes.# #Never thought of it. I find it easier to tire him out first. Sleep Powder tends not to work. Oh be-# Was all Bob got to say before a flying Ice Kick -- which was nothing more than an Ice Punch performed with a foot -- sent the now frozen Magma Bob eating dirt ... well if he wasn't in an ice block that is. #-hind you# #Felt him coming# #Ah# #So wht caused this damage?# Thyme asked, motioning over to the devistation. #Unown# #You don't know?# #No, Unown ... psychic-types. Shiny ones that have a bit more power than their duller counterparts# #You're hiding something# #Nope, just not volunteering unnecessary information# Thyme nodded, before starting to meditate in the mindscape. Motioning for Bob to join him, Bob did just that, mostly because there really wasn't anything better to do. And so the mind mirrored reality only the corona of light surrounding the hybrid was brighter, though the brightnedd of the surroundings gave it about the same intensity. After a while with only the leaves in the healthy tree rustling, Thyme spoke up #This will be a nice place once it's healed.# #I hope so# ------- Bob slowly openned his eyes, adjusting to the dim lights since to him, it was much brighter a bit ago. Jack and Sandra seemed amazed that the grass-type breeder didn't snap or try to Soalrbeam anything. The Lead Technician trusted Leif's analysis, but all the same prefered not to have his lab demolished in solar vengaence. Thyme stayed where he was, still meditating and still slightly off the ground. Slowly, Bob rose to his feet, stretching as he went. He made a mental note to find a more comfortable posittion to sit in when next he did that. Noboby saw Thyme's little smirk. "So, which way to Slateport?" Bob asked, pulling out his book. "At least I think that's the name of the place. The response was interrupted by Leif and Mimic's entrance. ------- Clayton Random Tagline: I've gone to find myself. If I call before I get back please tell me to wait.