Subject: [PW!] [PKMN AUCTION] Unexpected Surprises... Date: 8 Apr 1999 03:48:08 GMT From: dreeelle1@aol.com (Dree Elle1) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon ((okay so this strays a little bit from the auction as it progresses....but since I'm leaving for San Diego for the rest of the week for a choir competition and I'm going to miss the rest of the auction, I thought maybe I could leave everyone with a slightly cute story)) ~Karma Rocket~ "I need six pokeballs." Aislynn told the man behind the desk, still holding the Weepinbell in her arms. "Sure thing!" he told her, reaching under the counter and producing six unexpanded pokeballs. "They're half price since so many people are buying them for the pokemon they won at the auction." he informed her. "So that comes to a total of six hundred." Aislynn nodded and with Knave's help, paid the man and drew the Weepinbell into a pokeball. As they left the pokemart, Knave tapped Aislynn irately on the shoulder. "What?" she asked. "Home!" he snapped. "Okay! This time, I promise we're going!" she told the impatient pokemon. Knave smiled in response. "House at end of this street and to left...so go three steps forward and then turn right." he instructed. "Bring more food this time!" he added. "Okay, I'll make some sandwiches." she told him. "No crusts!" he told her. "Right. No crusts." she grumbled, not believing what a finicky eater Knave was for a creature that shoved anything into its mouth that didn't get out of the way fast enough. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Sprout! Bellsprout!" the Bellsprout chimed, squirming a little in James' hands. "Will you stop fidgeting??" he grumbled. The pokemon looked at him with expressionless eyes. "Sprout?" "Its bad enough I can't keep a bid on any of the pokemon here, but now I have to babysit a weed too!" he whined. "Bellll..." the plant growled but quickly dropped its threatening demeanor when it noticed James was paying it no mind. "Sir?" someone asked from behind a counter nearby. James turned in the direction of the voice to see a plump black-haired woman behind an auction counter. "Are you addressing me?" he asked, approaching. "How'd you like an Eevee?" she asked, smiling pleasantly at him. James did his best to hide his shock. "An Eevee?" he asked. "That's right." the woman nodded. "I'll give him to you for ten thousand." she said sweetly. "That's a little steep..." James told her, a gleam in his eye as he tried to bargain. "All right, eight thousand." she sighed. "But I'M losin' on this." "Deal." he agreed hurriedly, slapping the money onto the table. She grinned broadly, showing off some slightly crooked teeth as she reached under the counter and brought out a pokeball. "There you go." she told him. "You take good care of him now." "Well, guess this trip wasn't a waste after all." he smirked, picking up the pokeball. "Eevee, come out!" he ordered. There was a flash of light as an Eevee with a horrendously swollen belly appeared, lying on its side groaning. "This---this pokemon is useless!" he cried. "Look at it! It's overweight and sick!" "No refunds." the woman shrugged. "All I told you was it was an Eevee. I never said what condition it was in." James visibly trembled with rage a moment before recalling the pathetic pokemon and shoving the ball deep into his pocket. "Yet another reminder not to invest on things sight unseen." he grumbled to himself, recalling his past mistake with a Magicarp. He decided he wouldn't show the Eevee to Jessie. It would just give her something else to chide him for. "Sprout?" the Bellsprout inquired, looking at James' enraged features. "Nevermind." he told the pokemon sternly. "Where's your owner? How long does it take to buy pokeballs anyway??" "Bellsprout..." the plant responded, giving a slight shrug. "Shouldn't expect you to know, I guess." he sighed. "Let's go find her. I'm sick of carrying you." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Knave settled back against the cushions of the living room couch as Aislynn gave her mother a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." Sharon smiled, releasing her daughter. "I hadn't heard from you in so long and I was worried maybe you---well, nevermind." "I'm fine mom." Aislynn assured her. "Knave wanted to rest so we decided to visit for a little bit." "And you two came all the way back here for the auction?" she asked. "Well, not ALL the way back. We were flown part of the way when Knave got hurt by an Ekans and then we just walked here." Aislynn explained. "Do you have any new pokemon?" Sharon asked. "Mm hmm!" Aislynn nodded. "I caught a Spearow, I won a Bellsprout at the auction and James gave me a metapod...oh gosh!" she gasped. "Something wrong?" Sharon asked, looking at her daughter worriedly. "I left James back at the auction with my Bellsprout!" she groaned. "He's gonna kill me..." "No look at me!" Knave called immediately. "I taking break!" Sharon glared at the pokemon. "Thank you Knave. You're such a help." she said sarcastically. The Clefairy grunted and turned onto his side. "Well, if he won't take you, hon, then I will." "Okay." Aislynn said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I hope he's still at the auction. Otherwise---" she was interrupted by a knock at the door. "That had better not be another insurance salesman." Sharon grumbled, striding toward the door. "Who is it?" she called through the wood. "Who do you think it is??" a familiar youthful and slightly whiney voice replied. "Come on in, James." she smiled, moving aside as he pushed the door open, still clutching Aislynn's bellsprout. "Forget something?" he asked the girl, holding out the Bellsprout. "Sprout!" it exclaimed, recognizing Aislynn. "Thanks James." she smiled. "I'm sorry I forgot about you back there." she stated apologetically as she took the Bellsprout from him and set it on the end of the couch Knave was napping on. "Ah forget it." he sighed. "I needed to get away from that cess pool anyway." "What's wrong James? Bad auction luck?" Sharon inquired. "You might say that." he grumbled, pulling the Eevee's pokeball out of his pocket and tossing it onto the kitchen table. "Look at this thing. I paid eight thousand for this Eevee and its a mess!" he complained, watching as Sharon called the pokemon out of the ball and examined it. "I have no idea what possessed me to buy him." he added. "Her, James." Sharon corrected. "What does it matter? Its fat and sick and---" "Giving birth!" Sharon interrupted, making James' face go ash pale. "What??" he squeaked, running over to look at the Eevee lying on the table. "Where, mom?" Aislynn asked, trying to push in between her mother and James to be a part of what was going on. "Eevee...." the soon-to-be mother pokemon grunted, straining. "James, get me a towel!" Sharon ordered, never taking her eyes from the Eevee. "But--" he began. "GO!" she ordered, startling him into action as he scuttled off toward the bathroom in search of towels. There was a high-pitched squeal from the table as the first of the Eevee's children nudged its way into Sharon's hands. "Here, take this." she told Aislynn gently, handing her the infant pokemon. She recoiled a bit from the feeling of its moist and slick feeling of its fur, but obediently held the baby Eevee in her cupped palms. "Eeee...." the baby cooed, curling into a tight ball in her hands. "I could only find one...it was up in the---" James stopped short, seeing the small brown creature in Aislynn's hands as she ran her fingers curiously over its fur. He almost dropped the yellow towel he had been carrying. "James, come here." Sharon said gently. James moved forward and jolted a little as two more baby Eevees were placed in the towel. "Eevee..." the mother Eevee sighed, obviously pleased with herself as she collapsed into a well-deserved slumber. "Three babies, James." Sharon smiled. "Still think your Eevee is a fat, sick good-for-nothing?" she asked. James looked at the two baby Eevees curled up side by side in the towel he held and slowly shook his head. "No." he replied quietly, smiling. Sharon gently took the baby Eevee from Aislynn and laid it in the towel with its siblings. "Looks like we both got a good deal today." Aislynn smirked, listening to the muted squeaks of the baby pokemon. James' expression fell a bit. "I don't think I can keep all four of them." he said. "I mean, Weezing is enough of a problem as far as care goes." "Yeah but if there's three babies, and then three evolutions..." Aislynn said thoughtfully. "You could have a Jolteon, Vaporeon, AND Flareon!" she stated excitedly. "Aislynn honey, let's worry about that later, okay?" her mother whispered, taking the towel from the blue-haired boy and laying it beside the sleeping Eevee on the table so that she could tend to her children when she got up. "Hrrmm?" Knave grunted, sitting up on the couch. "I miss something?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Long story, Knave. Don't worry about it." Aislynn smiled. The clefairy nodded and went back to sleep.