From: Chuck Einhorn <unicorns@mmtcnet.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Battle for the Badge, Part 1. Date: Tuesday, August 31, 1999 3:27 PM > > "I'm bored." Thought Nisemon. "I'm bored bored bored." Maybe there will > be something to do in here. She leaned back in the chair, and cast her > eyes in Dernam's direction. "Yes.... maybe there will be something for > me to do." Nise-Murasaki grinned slyly. Utter silence brought Dernam out of his waiter trance. We noticed a very attractive female standing on 6's tail. She got off, patted his head, then sat down. Dernam snapped his fingers, and 6 ran up to him, babbling something in Eevee speak. He, of course, couldn't make out a word he said, but he was agitated, none the less. So, Dernam did what he always did in these situations: He put on his shades. Sunglasses were the perfect human invention. They kept the sun out of your eyes, they looked cool, and most importantly, noone could track your eyesight. And he had eyeballing to do. He had to check out the punk that stomped 6. As a male, he of course noted that she was quite attractive, but there was no use in getting ahead of himself. He had to pick up as much information, and as quickly, as he could. so, the mental checklist: A: Attractive? Hell yeah. B: Mean? Well, she apologized. C: Available? Nobody with here. D: Snappy dresser? Wait a minute....... E: Possible involvement with the underground and/or Mafia(THIS is important when picking a date!) Yep. That's all it took for very fast disqualification. He couldn't go out with a TR member, flat out no. Besides, last time he was involved with Rockets, he almost killed them, he supposed. Heck, last time a girl had checked him out at a restaurant, he had been forced to throw something in here face. It was a Pokéball, of course, but it had saved a Pikachu. Unfortunately, that girl was also in this café, albiet oblivious to him. Boy, the coincidences never stop. Time to get ready. If Rockets wanted to start trouble, he might as well be ready. He finished waiting on the current table, then went back to his locker. He searched through his backback, and took out his boot knife. Ahh, a boot knife, never leave home without one. A quick slip and it was in position. Ready to go. He heard gunfire. Gunfire? Time to be going, the Rocket may have made a move. > > Ah what the hell, he though. Opportunities like this don't come along too > often. > > Splash impulsively tossed a pokeball at darwin. This proved to not be a good > idea, as darwin whipped the pistol he had stolen from the guard in the lavender > town police station and fired several shots into the pokeball, splitting it in > half. > > Darwin suddenly noticed that the entired diner, with the exception of the two > lovers who were still staring into each others eyes now had their full > attention on him > > Darwin lay his ears on his head, (the eevee way of showing embaressment) and > signed "Just a little gas." > > Staring in even more wide eyed than naturally wonder was 6, who had never seen > anyone, human or pokemon use a gun. > "If you don't tell me all you know about zapdos, your suffering the same fate > as that shackling over there." Darwin said to 6, pointing to the destroyed > pokeball. > > "Put the thunderstick away! Here's what I know: Zapdos is mean. Yousa no go to > powerplant. It be reaaaaallie dangerous mon. Plenty of shiny things though. But > if you really need to go here's what you do to get old zapdos to like you: you > fir" > > Darwin hadn't noticed the one diner who was still watching him. Splash threw > the pokeball and was rewarded as darwin was sucked in. > Darwin had been slowly learning the human language. The first words he had > learned were swear words, and he took that oppurtunity to use them. > > "Fuck! Let me out of this godamn pokeball, you chickenshit! I'll rip your > fucking head off!" Came a squeaky voice from inside the pokeball...... Hell, it was Splash. He'd tried to catch that damn Eevee. Well, he apparently got it, because Dernam saw the ball jiggling on the floor. Then he saw the gun, lying next to the Pokéball. He quickly ran over to the gun and picked it up. An Eevee, using a gun? This was messed up. Even worse was the multitude of vulgarities coming out of the ball. Dernam cautiously leaned down and picked it up, looking to Splash. "Man, you sure you want this little potty-mouth, Splash?" TBC....... Ethan Einhorn