Subject: [PW!] The Trouble With Tanos Date: 10 Apr 1999 18:12:26 GMT From: yosh1121@aol.com (Yosh1121) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Oz was definitely exhausted. After the first few hours of looking and asking around the convention for Jeff, his high hopes had died down considerably. Now that the auction was over, his hopes were pratically nil. It was now dark outside, and Oz had wasted the entire auction looking for Charmy's previous trainer. He cursed himself silently as he trudged down the brightly lit streets, towards the Pokécenter. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Things never were. All of his Pokémon were already asleep in their own Pokéballs, Sandshrew in his one good arm. He was hoping to be able to get some sleep at the Pokécenter. By the time he managed to drag himself in, he almost couldn't focus his eyes on the multitudes of trainers spread out across the floor in their sleeping bags. The center was packed, no way he would ever find a spot here. He trudged back out, and wandered around for a while, searching for a place to rest. But the entire city was brightly illuminated. Somehow, he managed to find his way up to the roof of the giant Pokécenter. not bothering with his sleeping bag, he dropped Sandshrew, and fell face first onto the smooth surface of the gloom-like roof. He immediately fell asleep, not bothering to notice a small pair of cold, hard eyes which examining him from the darkness. ----- Next Morning... Oz woke up, uncomfortable. He was lying face down on the cold surface, and his face was smushed up against the roof. With a moan, and great effort, he opened one eye. His entire view from his lowly position, was filled with a shiny black shoe. As he looked up further, he saw what looked like a four foot three inches mime. "AAAAAAHHH!!" this was generally not how he liked to start his mornings. He tried to scramble away, but wasn't even fully awake yet. He fell down and tumbled close to the edge of the Pokécenters roof. The mime slowly walked over to the jumble of arms and legs that was Oz. #You are the trainer, Oswald Grey.# "Yeah," Oz answered, despite that it was a statement, not a question. Startled by the sudden telepathy and giving up his struggle to untangle himself. #You must assist me with a mission, # He demanded, in a stern, cold voice. "Yeah, sure," Oz picked himself up, ignoring the harsh tone. "Believe me, I'd love to, but I'm busy. Places to go, Charmanders to deliver, you kno--" Oz was suddenly hit by a strong psychic wave from the mime. Oz shrieked as his mind was torn apart. It was over in a second, but Oz still felt the pain as it resonated through his head. #You must assist me with a mission, # The mime emphasized. "Is that all you've got?" Oz spat, even as he realized he was curled up in a fetal position. He quickly stood back up and dusted himself off, ignoring the nausea it brought on and the sharp pain from his shoulder. #Resistance is futile. # "Well, *that's* creative," Oz groaned. The mime visibly started readying himself up for another attack. "All right. Hey, hey! You can stop that!" Oz exclaimed, holding his hands out, palms facing out, in a surrendering way. "Just stop doing that!" #You will help willingly? # The mime dropped his arms back to his sides. "Fine. Yes, fine. But...what are you?" #Are you not a Pokémon trainer? # Oz blinked for a few seconds, then fished out his Pokédex. "Mr. Mime," the Pokédex beeped in it's flat voice. "A Pokémon of the psychic type. If interrupted while miming, Mr. Mime will slap the enemy around with its broad hands." #My name is Tanos, # the Mr. Mime said simply, still in his harsh tone. #You must get me to Pokémon Island. # "What's that?" # It's an island far off the southern coast of Vermilion. It inhabits all Pokémon types and many trainers are going there to take pictures, although no Pokémon are allowed to be brought onto the island. # "Uh-uh. And why do you want to go?" Oz queried, only to be rewarded by a psychic blast from Tanos. #Never question me. Your invitation to Pokémon Island will be arranged, and you are to accept it when it comes. Do otherwise, and pay a hefty price. # By the time Oz was done reeling on the floor in pain, Tanos had disappeared. He paused for a few moments, wondering what he should do about all this. With a sigh, he picked himself up. He really hated mornings. He looked around, but saw no sign of Tanos. What he did see, to his slight enragement, was Sandshrew, curled up in a ball, and still sleeping. With a sigh, he walked over and kicked Sandshrew lightly. As long as he was going to miss some sleep, he didn't see no reason why Sandshrew should get more rest than him, and it was beginning to look like one of those insomniac-like weeks again... TBC? ~~~~~ Hmmm..... can't think of many more things as evil as Mr. Mime... ah, well. I'm also kinda brain dead this morning... as usual... (hence the incredibly unoriginal title) Yosh ---------- Note: Beware the rabid Yosh.