Subject: [PW!] Scyther Surprise, and Viridian Rescue!
Date: Thursday, August 12, 1999 7:19 AM
To quote Car'tos: "Beth, i think you gone over the deep end ^^"
The dusty road to Viridian City. It had been traveled by many a
trainer, and would continue to be, as long as there was a Gym there, for them
to train at. At the moment, however, the road was quiet. Perhaps it was the
time of day, or the stage of the moon... or perhaps there was another reason,
Blizzard stepped out of the grassy field, tentatively placing one paw on the
human walkway. The coast seemed clear... no foolish trainers around, to pelt
her with Pokéballs. With a sigh of relief, the Persian put a second paw on the
road, and started into Viridian City.
"SCYTHER!" A shrill voice sounded. Blizzard cringed, and turned around. As
she'd anticipated, a large mantis Pokémon was standing before her, blades
crossed in challenge.
"Scyther..." she groaned. Some people considered Scyther to be fierce
warriors, who appeared gruff to strangers, but followed a strict code of honor.
Not Blizzard, though. She found them to be foul tempered, disagreeable brutes;
and couldn't see why humans put up with them.
"Scyther! Scyther!" the creature continued. In Blizzard's mind, this
translated to: "Ore...SUTORAIKU! Omae wa dare nanda?"
Blizzard blinked. It was unusual, to hear a Pokémon speaking in Japanese.
Actually, everyone in the Pokémon world (barring Lieutenant Surge) *did* speak
Japanese, but they were dubbed into English, for American consumption. Oh
well... sometimes the dubbers missed a line or two. Besides, Blizzard was more
taken aback by the creature's forwardness, than the language it spoke.
"Watakushi wa Perushian desu." she replied, curtly, preferring to use her
species name, instead of the one that the humans had given her.
Strike glared at her, as Scyther tended to glare, no matter the circumstances.
"Ore no nakama wa... Pokemon Riigu ya Roketto Dan o tsuranuku!"
"Per...sian?" Blizzard replied blankly. Strike's words ran through her mind:
'My associates will destroy the Pokemon League AND Team Rocket,' "Naze da?"
"Ningen wa..." Strike paused, dramatically. "Ningen wa dai kirai na no da!"
'Because Humans are disgusting,' Blizzard shook her head.
"Anta wa Pokemon!" Strike growled, "Anta wa Ore-tachi o sanka shite!"
"DAME!" Blizzard snarled. "Sutoraiku-tachi o sanka shimasen!"
Blizzard breathed, heavily. She would never join his organization. While she
certainly wasn't *loyal* to any humans, she didn't hate them, either. As for
the Pokéballs, she felt that any monster weak enough to fall into one of the
traps *deserved* to be caught. Besides, if they were that weak, they could
probably benefit from the extra training that the humans were bound to give
Strike flashed his blades at her, furious. He had joined a small group of
Pokémon, not too long ago... a group dedicated to the destruction of the
Pokéball, and the death of the Pokémon League. Strike believed in this cause.
He hated to see his Scyther brothers, mindlessly serving humans. He had
traveled across the land, trying to turn other Pokémon to his group's
cause--wild Pokémon, of course, the captured ones were useless zombies--and he
had rallied a good number of supporters.
But this one... this CAT, refused to help. She was no trained Pokémon! She was
wild! She should be sympathetic to their cause... but instead, she chose to do
nothing! Strike felt his anger boiling over, to the point of seeing red.
"SHINEE~!" he screamed, leaping towards the cat. Blizzard blanched, and darted
down the road, into town.
Blizzard ran, and ran... it wasn't the graceful, leaping run cats usually
favored, but a frenzied scramble to escape the Scyther. She could feel the wind
on her back, a harsh breeze created by Strike's rapidly flapping wings. She
heard a "sheeeek", as one of his blades came flying towards her, barely missing
her head. The cat spun around, ducking the blades two more times, and dove
under the hovering Scyther. She dug her front claws into the earth to brace
herself, and her body, carried by the momentum of her dive, spun a full 180
degrees, before coming to a rest. Immediately, Blizzard pounced, jumping over
the confused Scyther's head, and running a straight line, to the closest
building she could find.
The building was immense, looking a little like a shrine, or even a palace.
Before the twin front doors, stood a pair of armored guards. No concern of
Blizzard's... she bulldozed through them, hitting the door at full force, and
pushing it open. Shrugging off the shock, the Persian pressed onward. The room
she was in was large, large and empty. She'd have no place to hide in here. She
took note of two stilted platforms, and easily jumped to the top of one. It
wasn't a very good hiding spot... in fact, she'd probably be more obvious here,
than on the ground. However, she might be able to get the drop on Strike, if
she was lucky.
As Blizzard knelt on the platform, preparing herself mentally, her tail hit up
against a button on the side of the structure. Behind her, a door creaked open,
then slowly began to close again. Without stopping to consider the matter
further, Blizzard ducked inside.
Blizzard took a left turn, and found herself walking down a dimly lit hallway.
To her left, the walls were a dirty white, covered with bulletin boards, and
lined with memos. Some of them might have interested Blizzard, but she, like
most Pokémon, couldn't read. To the right, was a bank of cages. Jail cells,
actually. And sitting in a wooden chair, overlooking the cells, was a Rocket,
in a black uniform.
"Interesting," Blizzard said, with a grin. She sauntered up to the Rocket,
batting her eyes, coyly. Rockets were survivalists. Survivalists often had food
on them. And Blizzard was very hungry, after outrunning that Scyther.
"Persian?" she asked, sweetly.
"Persian!" the Rocket bolted to his feet. "Wha... is Giovanni coming?"
"Persian?" she repeated, cocking her head.
"The prisoners are ready!" he cried, nervously. "I didn't let them escape this
"Persian!" Blizzard replied, sharply. It annoyed her, that this human didn't
understand what she was saying.
"Here, see for yourself!" the man begged, thrusting the keys in her face.
Giovanni's Persian frightened him, greatly. Well, not the Persian itself, but
the fact that Giovanni had invited it to devour him, should he ever screw up a
mission again. He hadn't done anything wrong this time, but he was still on
edge, and understandably so. Seeing that the Persian was still looking a bit
displeased, he dropped the keys, and ran down the hall, as far from it as he
"Persian," Blizzard grumbled, biting one of the keys, even though she was
fairly certain that they *weren't* chocolate. "Why'd he give me these?" she
"Psst! Over here!" a voice called. Blizzard turned to look, and saw a boy,
chained to a wall, inside the cell. Beside him was a small Eevee, also tied to
a wall, via a manacle around its neck.
"Bui! Bui!" the Eevee cried, "Please help us!"
Blizzard cocked her head, once again. "Persian Purr?"
"I know what you're saying," the boy began, struggling against the chains, "My
name is Orion, and I can understand Pokémon. If you help us now, I'll see to
it, that you eat well tonight.
"Er... sure..." Orion pikued. "I can get you a Jigglypuff," he said, without
really meaning it. Blizzard took the key in her mouth, and carefully undid the
lock to the door. Once inside, she handed it off to Orion, who undid his
manacles, as well as the ones restraining the Eevee. "Let's go..."
The trio piled out of the cell, and began to search for a way out of the
"We could probably get out the way you came in..." Orion began, addressing
Blizzard, "but there's a good chance that someone might see us. That would be
bad." He scooped up the Eevee, and walked down the hall, in the opposite
direction. It was a dead end, but there was a window on the wall.
Unfortunately, the ground was a good ten feet down. Orion closed his eyes in
concentration, carefully trying to consider his options.
"Mrow Mraow?" a voice sounded sourly, behind them. The group whirled, and saw
a second Persian watching them, swishing his tail.
"Persian..?" Blizzard squinted at the cat. "Who..?"
"Mraoow." he shrugged. "Worthless stray. Return those prisoners at once."
"Stray?!?" Blizzard bristled, "Who are you, to call me a Stray?"
"I belong to the master of this Gym," the Persian replied, with a smile. "Do
you know who that is?"
Blizzard shook her head, honestly.
"I know." Orion cut in. "Your master is that lowlife, Giovanni."
"Ah, so you know of him." the Persian laughed, unimpressed by Orion's ability
to understand him. "It's only fair that you would, since he seems to know of
you, and cares enough about you, that he'd have you captured. Not that that
credits you, in the least. All the same, I strive to protect my master's best
interests, and if his interest is to have you captured, I shall see to it, that
you remain here."
Giovanni's Persian let out a catcall of sorts and unsheathed his claws.
Blizzard did likewise, and stepped forward to meet him. Suddenly, an odd look
came over Persian's face.
"You..." he whispered, "You're..."
"What?" Blizzard queried, almost dropping her guard.
"You're the one who... the white Persian..." he stopped, the initial surprise
beginning to wear off. "GUARDS! GUARDS!"
Any Rocket in the building at the time would have heard a horrible "maowing"
coming from prison wing D. Alarmed, they quickly came running...
Blizzard scowled. "What's all this about? The 'one who' WHAT?"
Persian's glare hardened. "My master...and I... we shall have you."
From the hall, Blizzard could now hear the sound of approaching feet.
Panicking, she slashed the other Persian across the face; and she, along with
Orion and Keri, dove through the window.
A few feet below, an irate Scyther was buzzing about, trying to locate its
target. There was a thud, as three separate bodies fell on it, knocking it to
"Wow," Orion sighed, "good thing that Scyther was there to cushion our fall.
Let's get out of here!"
And so they did.