From: Roberto Perez-Vila <RobfromVoid@prodigy.net> Subject: [PW!] The Caravan Drives Into Pewter City Date: Thursday, June 10, 1999 10:36 PM Marvin the magician spits into his hands, rubs them together, and slides the saliva into the streaks of silver in his brown hair. He is looking into a mirror within his caravan, "Okay, Marvin... You can do this. Pewter City is full of kids. The Gym Leader's brothers and sisters. They'll just love illusions for kids. None of the big time sawing tricks today." He adjusts his top hat and sits down on top of a green bean bag chair, which sinks in upon impact. "Oh bother!" He twiddles his thumbs, listening to the rumbling of his caravan's worn out wheels head northward, "Viridian City was a success, what with the bikini contest. It was a pleasure making all those bikini tops disappear!" As he imagines the girls he amused in Viridian, a blonde girl that looks sixteen years old cartwheels out of the rows of costumes across the room. She is wearing a itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini! Marvin chuckles, "Where'd you learn those moves, Famifax?" "Oooh I've gots lots of moves... you be totally blown away if I tellya all at once! Fursure!" The blonde girl curls a loose strand of hair with her finger, "Yellow pretty! Weally Weally Pretty! Nodoubt!" Marvin laughs, his eyes wandering on the transformed Ditto's body, knowing it's just an illusion, like a great deal of his magic tricks... It almost feels like he owns a personal slave, "You're still just a Pokemon, though, so it's okay..." "Whadda you talk about, Marvy? Like, I no say no stuff about me not be Pokemon! Noway!" The Pokemon's innocence is apparent, no matter the form she takes on. "Nevermind." Marvin says, trying to get away from the subject, "Where's your sister?" "Like DUH!" The pouting girl says, changing shape and settling on a Rapidash. "She outside being Rapidash and moving we around! S'cool! I don't gotta do work, so we can have superfun fun with stuff here!" Marvin nods, "Oh...of course. Who else would be moving the caravan? Go off and play, Famifax. I need to get ready for the magic show in Pewter. I hope the city is full of people who love magic!" "K, big boss man! I play with me!" The Ponyta shrinks down to a rollerskate, which rolls back towards the costume racks. "Weeeeeee! S'fun, I say! Vewee silly fun!" Half an hour later, the caravan comes to a halt. Marvin is testing out his magic wands, "This one will do... Yes." A purple Ditto oozes in through the space underneath one of the caravan's doors. She slides across the floor over to where Marvin is examining wands, "Marvin, are you going to be requiring my assistance in today's performance?" "I don't think so, Xerox... Famifax should be enough. A-HA! My special hypnotism wand... This'll do!" Marvin examines his black wand with white tips. A Hypno's golden pendulum hangs on one end. Xerox stares upwards at Marvin, "As you desire, master. During the performance, I shall confine myself to the interior of the vehicle which I just solely propelled, without the appreciated, but lacking, assistance of my sister, Famifax." A pink Ditto leaps out of the costume aisles, wearing a funny looking blonde wig, "HEY! Yousae that me like... no need help you to like... move we around! I woulda if you say to me you wanted!" "Of course." Xerox manages to frown slightly, which is difficult for the usually indifferent species of Pokemon known as the Ditto, "I shall peruse a novel while the both of you entertain whoever shows up to the show. Be aware, master, that I only noticed one human, whom I approximate to 15 years of age, and his Persian outside. No children. No audience. That is all." The purple Ditto walks over to an open book in the corner titled 'The Lord of the Beedrills.' The pink Ditto wearing the wig transforms into a Farfetch'd wearing the wig, "Mysisis totally wacko, Marvy! Whaddya wants me to do for today in the trick you do for the guy she see?" "One person?" Marvin looks down at his wand, "Drat... Well, one person is better than none! Okay, Famifax... Do you remember the assistant I had a few months ago? With the black hair? Who always wore black?" The Farfetch'd tilts her head a little sideways, "Uhh?" Her eyes then open wide, "OHHH! Yeah! One with biggins?" Marvin blushes a shade of red, "Yes... you could say that... Her stage name was Gothica." "Gotheeee! YAY! I 'member her coolie goods! Check this!" Famifax glows and becomes taller. She settles on the form of a pale young woman of about 25 years of age. Her revealing clothes are all the color black, and so are her raven dark eyes and her long fingernails. The only thing out of place is the curly blonde hair. Marvin shakes his head, "Take that wig off!" He pulls the blonde wig of 'Gothica's' head, to reveal... more blonde hair! "Hey, her hair was black! I just said that!" 'Gothica' pouts and crosses her arms across her bust, "I likie the yellow better, Marvy-man! If you say no, I'll just turn into a big, fat, ugly, stupid, meano guy to super beatya up! Fersure!!!" Xerox can't seem to concentrate on her novel, so she mutters, loud enough for Marvin to overhear, "Famifax doesn't know anything about the contemporary Gothic style of life. She isn't aware that people who believe in using Gothic attitudes to solve their conflicts aren't usually strawberry blondes. Let her do as she wishes... You always do, master." Marvin sighs loudly, "Oh, alright, Famifax. Just remember. Your name is Gothica while you're like this." "Got it, big boss guy!" 'Gothica' responds, running her black fingernails through her out-of-place blonde hair. Marvin the Magnificent walks out of the multicolored caravan with a strange blonde Gothic woman. Marvin is wearing a blue tuxedo with a yellow bow tie, "Hear ye, Hear ye, everyone in Pewter! Gather 'round for a magic show!" -Marvin