From: Karnivax <karnivax@my-dejanews.com> Subject: [PW!] Legend Date: Thursday, May 20, 1999 12:59 PM Why is it that it seems that no message board is safe from no-life spammers like Dinobot, Cypher, Kain, and the new Kain-devotee Purple? I swear, every time I start hangin' around in a new message board, the morons just start swarming in, as if they're following me around for the sole purpose of annoying the hell out of me. They should all be destroyed... Anyway, before this message board completely goes to hell in a handbasket, I figure I'd best post as many PokéWars stories as possible. So without further ado, another looooong Kyle Richter story (I'll get some PW! character interaction soon! I swear it!)... --LEGEND-- Part 1 by Karnivax It was an ordinary day for trainer Kyle Richter. It was a Thursday mid-afternoon on the secluded city of Cinnabar Island, and Kyle was out walking his pet Arcanine, Fenris, near the shore. The sun was shining unobstructedly, pleasant sea breezes were blowing in, and the tide was low. Just like most ordinary days. Though the reason for Kyle's walking the Arcanine was anything but ordinary. "Y'gettin' anything, Fenris ol' pal?" Kyle asked, as his Arcanine led him all across the beach. The fiery canine responded only with an occasional "ARC!" "This is fruitless," snorted one of Kyle's other companions, a Scyther named Torrasque, who was reluctantly following his trainer. Torrasque was unique for his species. First of all, as a product of the seething gene pits of Cinnabar Island Laboratories, his intelligence rivaled and in some cases surpassed the intelligence of humans. He refused to be confined in a Pokéball, thinking it compromised his dignity. He followed Kyle only because Pokémon, even superintelligent ones such as himself, were at risk of being gunned down by poachers if they were left alone. Even on Cinnabar Island, poachers were a huge problem. Scythers were among the most threatened of Pokémon, mainly because their blades could be made into weapons and such. "What you saw, Kyle," Torrasque proclaimed, "was a caffeine- induced hallucination. I keep telling you to stop drinking that Mountain Dew junk. Even *I* know that stuff's poison, and I'm just a Scyther." "I'm telling you, I saw it. It was as plain as the wings on your back. I don't *imagine* something like this." "So what if it does exist, and we do find it? Do you think you can just walk right up to it and ask it to smile for the camera?" Torrasque retorted. There was a long pause. "What's the worst that could happen?" Kyle eventually asked. "Oh, I don't know. There's a chance it could be HOSTILE!" snapped Torrasque. "Let me tell you a little story, Torrasque. It's about a Gym Leader named Blaine." "Blaine? Not *that* old relic..." Torrasque rolled his eyes back. "Shut up and listen. Now, Blaine was on an nature walk in the mountains one day when he got lost. He was stuck there until long after dark, with no food and no water. But a giant fire-bird Pokémon came to his aid, illuminating a path that led him home. The bird saved his life. That's the whole reason he started training fire Pokémon." Torrasque opened one eye wide in skepticism. "And you think you saw that fire-bird." "I don't *think* I saw it. I *did* see it. There isn't a doubt in my mind. I saw it fly right into a cloud this morning. It was visible for a full five seconds. Then it just disappeared in a burst of flame." "Yes, of course. Pardon my doubting you," Torrasque caustically sniffed. "All right, I'll continue following you on this pointless journey, but we'd better make it home before lunch or you're going to be searching for this fire-bird without your visceral organs." He pointed one blade at Kyle menacingly. Kyle grinned from ear to ear, knowing that all threats made by Torrasque were empty. Beneath Torrasque's imposing reptilian exterior was the heart of a pacifist. "Be good, Torrasque, and I'll let ya have a look at the TM I won in Celadon City last week." Torrasque's eyes lit up. He had never been given a Technical Machine before, and he was anxious to find out what it was like. "Really? You'd do that?" All of a sudden Fenris started sniffing one small area of the beach sand intently. "ARC!!! ARCANINE!!!" he cried, jumping up and down and wagging his tail. "What is it, boy?" Kyle asked. Fenris started digging a hole in the sand frantically for a few minutes, then finally reached into the hole and plucked out an old beer can. "Wow. We're rich now," Torrasque remarked sarcastically. "Even Bill Gates will have to bow down to us." "Wait, there's something underneath the can," Kyle noted. He reached down into the hole and started pulling on something with both hands. He was unable to remove it. "Jeez, this thing's big! Torrasque, gimme a hand here." "I would if I *had* hands," Torrasque grunted. He turned away and crossed his arms/blades. Eventually Kyle was able to pull the object out of the sand on his own. It appeared to be a giant, orange stone, yet it was oddly smooth for a stone. "All that for a painted rock?" Torrasque remarked. "Some beach- goer must've had a real sick sense of humor." "Will you shut your freakin' trap, Torrasque?" Kyle growled, tapping on the stone. "This thing isn't a rock; it's an egg!" Torrasque was in disbelief. "An egg? But what kind of -" "GYAOOOOO!!!" "Did you hear that?" Kyle asked. Torrasque turned around and looked up into the air. His eyes became as wide as dinner plates. "Y'know, Kyle, maybe you should put that egg back," he said weakly. "What? Why?" A huge shadow appeared on the sand and started approaching the egg at incredible speed. Again the cry of "GYAOOOOO!!!" rang out from high in the air. Torrasque turned around to run. "Because the mama's very angry..." --LEGEND-- Part 2 by Karnivax "I told you the fire-bird existed! Look! That's it right there!" Kyle shouted, pointing up at the source of the oncoming shadow. It was a giant yellow-orange bird whose wings, tailfeathers and crest were pure flame. "Great! We get to be killed by a legend!" Torrasque remarked. He started flapping his wings madly, trying to take off. But they were still damaged from his bout against Blaine and his pet Rapidash. "Stupid imperfect gene pool!" Torrasque snarled to himself. "If I had a little more reptile DNA in me, my wings would've regenerated already!" Kyle got Fenris back into a Pokéball, picked up the egg, and started to make a break for it as the giant fire-bird started to swoop down on him. The bird pecked Kyle in the back with its sharp beak, knocking Kyle over. Practically everything Kyle was carrying except for the egg spilled out on to the beach sand. He dropped three out of five Pokéballs, his camera, his Pokédex, and the TM he had mentioned to Torrasque. From the ground Kyle put the egg aside, grabbed his camera and tried to get a photograph of the fire-bird. He was unable to get the camera in focus. The bird swooped down and pecked him again, failing to injure him but succeeding in knocking the camera away. The camera shattered upon a rock. "Wonderful. So the only way to prove its existence now is to catch it!" Kyle told himself. He picked up one of the dropped Pokéballs and tossed it into the air, shouting "I choose Dragonite!!!" From the Pokéball came Leviathan, Kyle's mighty Dragonite. "Use your Water Gun!" Kyle commanded. Leviathan took a deep breath and exhaled a powerful stream of water, which the fire-bird deftly avoided. Leviathan tried again and again to douse the bird's flames, but the bird was simply too quick. Torrasque, going unnoticed by both the giant bird and Kyle, crawled over to Kyle's assortment of dropped belongings and activated the Pokédex. A picture of the bird appeared on the Pokédex's screen. "Moltres," the minicomputer said in a metallic voice. "A legendary Pokémon. Long believed to be a myth, the existence of these Pokémon was recently proven by Professor Oak. It is widely believed that these rare Pokémon can live for as many as five hundred years. Moltres lay only one egg every century and bury it under sand to shield it from predators, much like sea turtles. While the species is generally benevolent, female Moltres have strong maternal instincts and will go to unimaginable lengths to protect their young." "Kyle! I told you she was after the egg!" shouted Torrasque. "Get rid of the egg!" "All right! All right!" Kyle cried. While Moltres was occupied battling Leviathan, Kyle quickly picked up the egg and put it back into the hole. Moltres swatted Leviathan aside with its flaming tail and dived down next to the hole, quickly covering the egg with sand. "Whew..." Kyle sighed. But then the bird let out another loud squawk and tried to impale Kyle with its beak. Kyle just barely rolled out of the way. With Moltres's guard down, Leviathan flew in beside the bird and sprayed it with water, stunning it. Moltres let out a pained cry and nearly fell over. It unleashed a huge ball of fire from its mouth upon Leviathan and burned the dragon badly, knocking him out of the air and into the shallow water below. "Leviathan's normally strong against fire!" Kyle noted, as he returned Leviathan to his Pokéball. "This bird's good, I'll give it that..." - here he reached over to another dropped Pokéball and unleashed Fenris - "...but let's see how she does against a fellow fire Pokémon! Arcanine, now! Give her your Take Down attack!" Before Moltres could take to the air again, Fenris rushed at the avian and bodyslammed it, knocking both combatants for a loop. By that time Torrasque had found the dropped TM, and his curiosity had gotten the best of him. He tapped the TM's activation button with one scythe and watched the black Pokédex-like device open up to reveal a built-in mic, a small speaker, a number pad, and what looked like a built-in security camera. "You have activated Technical Machine 15," announced a mechanical voice. "Would you like to teach Hyper Beam to a Pokémon?" "Yes!" Torrasque answered. "Acknowledged. Enter Pokémon identification number now." Torrasque delicately keyed in "123" with the tips of his scythes. "You have selected Scyther," said the machine. "Is this correct?" "Yes!" Torrasque repeated. "Acknowledged. Scanning for available Scyther...Scyther found. Stand by." From the thing that looked like a security camera came two thin beams of light which shone right into Torrasque's eyes. He stood mesmerized as the information about the Hyper Beam attack was transferred directly into his brain, and the move known as Agility was taken out. At that point the ailing Moltres shook its head in pain and knocked a charging Fenris into the water with a flap of one giant burning wing. Fenris, weakened greatly by the water, whimpered piteously and went back into his Pokéball. "Crap," Kyle snorted, as he considered his remaining Pokémon. "Aerodactyl would get torched just like Leviathan, and Machamp's no match against a flyer...I'm running out of options here..." Just then, Torrasque approached, a glare in his eyes. "Yo, bird- face!" he shouted in a bad Stallone imitation. "I'm yo' worst nightmare!" "Torrasque, what are you doing?!" shrieked Kyle. "Have you lost your mind?" Torrasque said nothing. The furious Moltres took wing and started flying right at the confident Scyther, who appeared to be gathering strength. Then, right when Moltres was within ten feet of running Torrasque through with its beak, Torrasque opened his mouth wide and unleashed a giant beam of pure energy from his gaping maw. The energy blast hit Moltres dead center and exploded in a flash of light and smoke. Moltres reeled backwards and slammed to the unstable ground with a resounding THUD. It appeared unconscious. "Torrasque! I shoulda known you'd steal the Hyper Beam TM," Kyle shouted, a grin on his face. "I'll take it from here, thanks." Kyle picked up the empty Pokéball that would have been Torrasque's Pokéball and tossed it at Moltres. The hollow Pokéball opened up and teleported the massive bird inside. Then the red and white sphere snapped shut and fell to the sand, rolling from side to side as its contents struggled to get free. Moltres was not unconscious after all. "Come on..." Kyle pleaded, waiting for the Pokéball to stop rolling. About ten seconds later, the Pokéball leaped into the air, then opened again. Moltres suddenly reappeared, flew high into the sky, and disappeared in a flash of fire. "It got away!" Kyle snarled angrily, kicking up a cloud of sand. Torrasque walked over to Kyle and put one blade on his shoulder consolingly. "Let it go. That battle was wayyyyy out of your league," Torrasque noted. "Besides, even if you'd somehow caught that Moltres, she'd be even more disobedient than I. And I simply wouldn't stand for some feathered freak stealing my bit." "Maybe you're right. Maybe I just...wasn't good enough yet," Kyle said downheartedly, rather unwilling to accept the truth. He took a look at his camera, which lay in pieces upon the sand. "C'mon, let's get outta here." "Yeah," Torrasque replied, smiling. "It's almost time for lunch." "No," said Kyle sternly. "We're going to Viridian City." "What on Earth for?!" "Giovanni's Gym is located there. His fighting prowess is second only to the Elite Four's. And judging by Leviathan's and Fenris's performances today, I'm going to need to train you Pokémon harder if I expect to become a Pokémon master." "If I had ears, I wouldn't be believing them right now!" remarked Torrasque. "You failed to catch a Moltres, and all of a sudden you want to be a Pokémon master?" Ignoring Torrasque, Kyle released Grendel - his Aerodactyl - and climbed on to the prehistoric Pokémon's back. "Grendel, fly me to Viridian City," Kyle ordered. Grendel gave a screech of acknowledgment and prepared to take off. "Wait!" Torrasque cried. "I won't be able to fly again until my wings heal! Let's just go to Viridian next week!" "No. We're going *now*. And unless you want to stay here and risk getting mowed down by poachers, you're coming with me," said Kyle, as he casually juggled the empty Pokéball. "Aww, crap," Torrasque snarled, seeing the tell-tale Pokéball. "Okay, but this is the last time I'm getting inside that thing..." With that, Torrasque reluctantly allowed himself to be teleported inside the empty Pokéball, and Grendel took to the air. That's all, folks... -Karnivax --== Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ ==-- ---Share what you know. Learn what you don't.---