From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: [PW!][NC] We Are Become Death, the Destroyer Of Worlds Date: Wednesday, June 09, 2004 1:42 AM William Rendfeld wrote: > "Holy shit!" was Keaton's response to the entire proceeding. "Where the hell > did you get that?" > > "Caught a Wailmer and trained him," Cass explained. "He makes Electric-types > quiver in fear now. You should see him use Earthquake." > > "Get this massive whale off me!!" Jason bellowed in pain. > > "WAAAAAIIIIILLLLLLL," Triton called, not enjoying the idea of being a > massive weight. > > "Right, sorry," Cass said, recalling her Wailord and letting Jason go about > his business. "Nice seeing you!" > > As Cass rejoined the group and they began walking towards the volcano, Aerie > murmured to herself, "I've got to try being one of those." [NS: You know I posted that same use of a Wailord not to long ago. Which means...] Doppler finally averted his gaze from the sight. Tears - some of terror, some of awe, some of joy - filled his eyes, and he knew the image would be seared into his memory for decades to come. But even now, he did not - could not - allow his emotions to occupy all his consciousness. "The measurements?" "Exactly vat you said." Adonis felt like a goldeen out of water, wearing a portable measuring rig with all manner of scanners, but of the four of them, Scarlette could not wear frames designed for humanoids, Claydol was too weak to lift it, and Doppler...he still did not entirely trust. Besides, Doppler said part of the point was for someone else to confirm the data, just in case his own objectivity was called into question about his design. Which confused Adonis - was Doppler saying it was okay not to trust him? Adonis was certain that was a sign of weakness, yet Doppler said it as if he considered it a strength. #I no longer sense any life on that island,# Claydol chimed in. The psychic of the trio also mistrusted Doppler, but it had to admit, the ditto had his uses. Like combining stolen weapons projects from Team Aqua and Team Magma to produce...this. Not only was there no life, Claydol was pretty certain there was no more island out there on the horizon. Even at this distance, they could feel the heat and the wind, but Doppler had said there would be negligible radiation or other damage this far away; a quick check at the geiger counter on Adonis's arm confirmed zero count. But only Scarlette, sitting at Doppler's side, truly saw what Doppler saw. "It's...so...beautiful..." she sniffed. Neither she nor the currently human next to her noticed at first when he instinctively reached down and rubbed the scruff of her neck to help get the tears out. When she did notice, she bristled a bit, then forced herself to relax into the massage - too late, the hand was gone. "Well," Doppler summarized, "I think we can consider the wailnuke a success. Adonis, you said you can motivate certain people to make one of these for each major city in Hoenn within a week?" "Ya." Adonis grinned. "Don't you worry, ah'll get them made. By ze way, where did you come up wiff the idea?" "You didn't know? Dewford Island. Wailord Bombs were all the rage when I stopped by."