From: Dreadite <dreadite@tsoft.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] There's something about Jynx Date: Sunday, August 29, 1999 3:58 AM In article <7qaocp$6co$1@nnrp02.primenet.com>, thefews@primenet.com says... > "Come on, let's get away from that creepy winged guy. I got him asleep, > thanks to Mace." > > "Us too, looks like," Erin yawned, stretching. > > "Yeah, yeah. Let's go." > > They hadn't gotten more than five yards from the place when there was a > faint whoosh over them, accompanied by a passing shadow. Dreadite landed a > few feet in front of them and turned around, giving a pretty but strangely > chilling smile. Alyssa shook. > > "I'm not so easily gotten rid of," Dreadite said quietly, still wearing that > frightening smile. Mars shot a thought to Alyssa from his Pokeball. *Well, it was worth a shot, Ranma.* "Who you callin' Ranma?!" Alyssa yelled, calling out Mars. The Abra sweatdropped as Alyssa grabbed it. Or would have, but Alyssa was still a Jynx. Lyss fell flat on the ground as Mars teleported. *Don't get so angry, Ranma, it was just a joke.* Mars blinked when he looked over at Dreadite. The Rocket had been replaced with a Golbat, grinning smugly. Dreadite floated down, touching one foot on the Golbat's head while staying aloft. "Okay Golbat, get them! Confuse Ray." Dreadite pointed at the Abra. "Start with that one." Mars tried to teleport as the odd light engulphed him. He opened his eyes for a second, and saw the blurred shapes around him. His thought patterns weren't much better. Mars was confused. "Mars? You don't look so good," Alyssa noted, as Mars teleported into a tree. He tried to stand up, and came crashing to the ground. "In fact, you look terrible," she added. *I'll be fine, just a little light headed... interesting giraffes they have here.* Alyssa sweatdropped at that. Mars' eyes flashed, as he used Confusion. Dreadite frowned as his Golbat started to act just as odd as Mars had been. "Golbat, do something.. bite the Abra or something," Dreadite muttered, looking at his belt concerned. Pidgey was too untrained and young to battle, Wigglytuff was asleep, and Dreadite didn't trust his Chansey or Jynx in combat that much. But he didn't have much of a choice, he noted as Golbat bit itself before passing out. Dreadite recalled it, and pressed a button on his rocketcard. Golbat was sucked into his pokeball, and teleported away. *He's using a credit card in the middle of a battle?* Mars asked, a still a little confused. Alyssa sighed. "That's not a credit card, Mars. All right, get back in the ball." Mars returned with a flash, to be replaced with a Hitmonlee. A grumpy Hitmonlee. "HITMON!" "My, such manners. Well, no matter." Dreadite called out his Jynx, much to the charign of Alyssa. "Jynx.. Lovely Kiss." "Lovely kiss? LOVELY? That thing is ugly, that's what it is." Alyssa stomped her Jynx foot angrily. "Kick it, do something!" Dreadite's Jynx passed out with one shashing kick to the face. Dreadite swore under his breath, and the Hitmonlee repeated every word. Dreadite just shut up, and angrily flicked a ball. Out came a Clefable. "That's it, you insolent little rat. I'm sick of playing games." Dreadite just pointed at the Hitmonlee, and frowned. The Clefable lept up, and prosceeded to let out a psychic blast that make Mars shiver in his Pokéball. The Hitmon was flung backwards through the tree that Mars had fallen out of. Dreadite smiled, and spread his wings, for effect. The effect wasn't naccisarily lost of the Hitmon, as it was the last thing it saw before fainting from the psychic attack. "I am the darkness. The light just fades away. You've lost, it's just a matter of time now," Dreadite stated, coldly. He stepped forward, waiting for Alyssa to make a move. Alyssa called out her Persian, and waited. The next blow never came. Dreadite wasn't there anymore. "What? Erin, did you see where that guy went?" Erin blinked, and pointed at Dreadite, who was sitting down, talking into his Rocketcard. Dreadite cringed. "Yes sir, Giovanni. But why her?" "Because I think it's a worthwhile pairing. Don't question that." The distorted voice flicked off, and Dreadite swore. "Well, it looks like this little round goes to you. Duty calls!" He took off running towards the city. As Dreadite recalled his Clefable, Mars appeared out of his Pokéball, and shook his head. *Rockets. They're SO weird.* "You said it, Mars. Do we follow him, or just leave?" TBC? Dreadite ------ "And here comes the question whether it is better to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather than loved. It might perhaps be answered that we should wish both; but since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved." --Machiavelli's 'The Prince'.