From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@soca.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Dreaming Date: Wednesday, May 05, 1999 7:32 PM Mobius101 wrote: > Seth rolled his eyes and took a bite out of it. "Geez, you both sound like my > mother." > > Mimic snickered as one of Seth's less dominant memories resurfaced to him. > "Who say Mimic, or rather, other Mimic, not mother on occasion?" > > Riceball in cheek, Seth blinked over at Mimic in surprise. "Tnink about it. You remember suspicious strangers show up right after free from lab, but that when you look for them. Who say Mimic not *be* mother from time to time before then, make sure Seth turn out alright? For that matter, who say *Seth* not Seth's mother on occasion?" Seth chewed slowly as he mulled this over. "Then again, probably should not worry about it. No know if this future one that Seth came from, or if alter this future knock Seth away from home timeline. Is probably no worth risk life to find out." > Soon they were walking off towards the northern beaches. Seth was very uneasy, > now he could feel that Aerie was in distress.... He walked faster, making > Mimic and Slasher keep up with him. Now he knew where he was going...and he > wasn't going to let anything get in his way. He walked between two Pokemon dueling on the beach, pausing them both with a single glare. He jumped off a Tentacruel, poking its head out of the surf looking to make a meal of the trainers. He morphed into a Pidgeot and caught the wind just in time to avoid splashing down. And he ran right into a Rocket helicopter. "So there you are, Mimic," a distorted voice blared from inside. "Who're your friends?" Mimic, in the form of a slightly larger Pidgeotto carrying Slasher, slowed to a hover some distance away. "Giovanni? What you doing here?" "I'm not 'here', exactly...but I heard about the little incident last night. Word travels fast on the Rocket grapevine. Mimic, a Persian, and someone who's using James' identity despite the fact that he's on another assignment, looking for a Ditto who 'takes after' Mimic. I suspected you might have another Ditto amongst your ranks. Trying to reunite some friends of yours?" "Is no business of yours, Giovanni." "The Poke it isn't!" Seth growled. "I don't know what you're doing to her, but we're going to rescue her from you, Giovanni." "We have a Ditto of Mimic's caliber?" Giovanni sounded genuinely surprised. Mimic sighed. "Seth need learn hear what never said. Giovanni not know where. Maybe Giovanni no know of capture." "Yeah, right. She's at the Bottle! No way Giovanni doesn't know about it." Before either Giovanni or Mimic could respond, Seth charged at the helicoptor's rotors' center, just barely missing, but letting the air pressure from his passing wing slice it almost completely off. He then sped on towards the Bottle, Mimic following as fast as possible. The helicopter did not even splash down before morphing into an Alakazam. "The Bottle, eh? This gets more and more interesting..." Doppler dissapeared in a flash. On the sea below, a pair of Rockets watched from their boat. One of them quickly picked up the radio. "Bottle Control, you're about to have a problem." TBC?