Subject: [PW!] Trysts and Turns
Date: Friday, August 27, 1999 4:58 AM
Nori was lying face down in a gutter.
Which really wasn't unusual for her.
With a slight groan, she rolled over, and flopped on her back, gazing up at
the sky. "What a dark sky," she mumbled, absently, "oh, wait...that's not the
sky." She'd rolled over onto her stomach, and was now lying in a pool of mud.
"damn," she muttered, before falling back to sleep.
* * *
"Watashi wa dare da? Koko wa doko nanda?"
"Watashi no Zenigame ageru kara, anata no Kabigon choudai?"
"Watashi no nozomi wa, Hi no Kami demo nai. Kaminari no Kami demo, Koori no
Kami demo nai. Umi no Kami da."
The girl and the Wartortle were walking side by side, down a narrow, unpaved
road. They didn't know where they were headed, and they didn't know where they
had come from, but that was the least of their concerns.
"So seriously, ya can't remember anything?" Rubix coughed, feigning
"Nothing," Nori replied, quietly. She rubbed her head, absently brushing some
of the caked mud out of her hair. "Why, do you?"
"Who asked you?" the Wartortle snorted, turning back towards the road.
Rubix had awoken but a few minutes after Nori, and freed himself from his
confining Pokéball, as was his tendency. He knew that things had happened, over
the course of the past few weeks... but now he couldn't remember any of it.
This concerned him greatly, to the point, where he had resisted the urge to
escape; instead remaining with his "master", in hopes that she had a better
idea of what had happened. She didn't. The girl was disconcerted, every bit as
much as he was, if not more so.
Neither had any clear memory of the previous weeks.
Rubix remembered certain things: Blue aliens. Red sky. Rockets. Monsters. No
details. If he tried to focus on any one of those things for more than a few
minutes, he lost the image completely.
"We went through a hole in time..." Nori began tiredly. "There were three of
us... I don't know where the others went. A lot of people died..." She trailed
off. "I hope the others are all right..."
The girl was wearing a tattered Team Rocket uniform. She had no recollection
of why she was wearing it, or how it had gotten so mangled. For that matter,
how had anyone gotten her into the skanky female version of the uniform? Nori
let out a heavy sigh, and pausing behind some bushes, quickly changed into her
She sat down in the grass, and thought hard. What had happened? The time
hole... Car'tos had called it a Chronoshift. They had left from Pallet, so it
seemed reasonable, that she had been returned to Pallet. Which meant, that if
she was walking away from Pallet, she was probably heading towards Viridian.
"Viridian..." Nori mused, sucking the distracted Rubix back into his Pokéball,
"Viridian..." there was something she wanted to do there.
* * *
The translucent Porygon slid through the air, and touched down in the cold,
wet grass. Of course, it, being a Porygon, had no sense of touch, and was
unable to appreciate the soft carpet. Likewise for Nori, whose heavy boots
tromped across the field, crushing tender bladelettes.
"Nemesis, return." As the Porygon disintegrated into a wave of red energy,
Nori wondered where the name had come from. "Nemesis" was the name of a
warship, the flagship of an ancient battle fleet. Nori often rode her Porygon
into battle, and for that reason, it was almost like her personal warship.
"Nemesis," she repeated. She decided that she liked the name. It fit.
It was dark out. Nori couldn't remember what time it had been when she'd
awoken, but the trip had taken some time, and the sun had long since set.
Fortunately, she had a pretty good idea of where she was going. A short
distance away, Nori could make out the silhouette of a large bottle. A Coke
bottle. A Diet Coke Bottle From Hell...
She'd be hard pressed to crack the bottle's entry code, but she didn't plan on
doing so. Nori had always been good at sneaking around...she simply waited for
someone to open the door themselves, then quietly followed them inside.
Nori boggled at the interior...the inside of the bottle was far more vast than
she remembered. She'd have a difficult time finding anything in here. The girl
paused, considering her next move... there were probably surveillance cameras,
laced throughout the complex. She'd have to think carefully, to make her way
through this maze.
Nori flattened her body against a wall, as she heard footsteps approaching.
Two men, scientists, judging by their labcoats, were walking down an adjacent
hallway, gabbing loudly.
"So, Frank, about this new teleporter..."
"No way, Doc. No more teleporters."
"We have orders, to install a receiver in Cinnabar. I'm just asking that
"I am NOT going to test it. Remember what happened last time?"
"With the Persian? Frank, that was a fluke."
"I don't care."
"Look, I got scratched up too!"
Nori shrugged, and slunk off after the bickering pair. They were
researchers...perhaps they were heading for a lab now. That would mean, that
the bottom floor was a research facility. Offices would be on the upper levels.
She grinned, as she spotted something, to her immediate left--a staircase.
Checking over her shoulder, Nori ran up the flight of stairs, stopping just
below the landing. There were hallways on every side. This meant that the
staircase was centrally located.
There were three guards, dressed in black Rocket uniforms, standing at the top
of the stairs... none seemed especially attentive. "This oughta shake things
up..." Nori mumbled, withdrawing an empty Pokéball from her backpack, and
hurling it down one of the hallways.
There was a great clatter, as the ball ricocheted off wall after wall,
bouncing against heavy doors with a thunking noise. Two of the guards drew
their pistols, and took off in the direction the noise was coming from. The
third guard broke away, running down a different hallway.
"That's the one," Nori thought, following the lone guard at a distance. She
had a hunch, that the third guard was a relayman, assigned to warn their Boss,
should a situation arise. The guard swung around a corner, and stopped in front
of a door, reaching to open it.
"Hoy!" one of the other guards called, from down the hall. The third guard
leaned back around the corner, hopefully. If his partners had captured the
perpetrator, there would be no need to inform the Boss. He raced back down the
hall, to where his partners were examining the dented Pokéball.
Nori waited until the guards had returned to their post, then carefully crept
towards the door. She placed a tentative hand on the doorknob, took a deep
breath, and walked inside.
And ducked, as a round of bullets came flying towards her.
"What the smeg was that for?!?" Nori cried, starting to get up, but stopping
as another bullet flew over her head. A man in a red suit marched towards her,
revolver still trained on her body. His movements were followed closely by a
Persian, who was grooming itself, as if oblivious to the gunfire.
"Stupid little brat. Did you think you could just waltz in here, and challenge
me? You won't live to see the light of day."
Nori gulped, afraid to look at the gun. "Giovanni, I presume?"
Giovanni paused, surprised. His name was a closely guarded secret, and he
wanted to know where the girl had heard it. For the moment Nori didn't know.
There were so many things that she couldn't remember...
"Talk." Giovanni growled, pulling the girl roughly to her feet, and throwing
her back against a wall.
"I'm here..." Nori swallowed her fear, and looked him hard in the eye. "I'm
here, because I want to join Team Rocket."
"And destroy it from the inside, I'm sure," Giovanni dismissed her with a
laugh. He was suspicious of most children, and with good reason. Some years
ago, a boy named Ash Ketchem had lain havoc to his organization... this was
because Giovanni had let his guard down, had refused to believe that a child
could pose such a threat. Now, he gave no such quarters.
Nori ignored Giovanni's comment, the irony in his voice eluding her. "There's
Giovanni looked the girl over, with aversion. She seemed oddly
familiar...where could he have seen her? Giovanni nodded in sudden recognition,
then walked back towards his desk, and rummaged through one of his drawers,
coming up with a sheet of paper.
"Endangered runaway," he read aloud. "Nori Mizuke...10-11 years old, black
hair, green eyes...missing since... hmm...seems that you've been away for a
while now. Finally realized that you can't make it on your own, and now you're
turning to us for help?"
Nori said nothing.
Giovanni took a seat behind his desk, confident that his Persian would keep
the girl from coming any closer than he wanted her. If she was, in fact, a
runaway, that changed his entire opinion of her. Runaways were a delinquent
group, hardly the type to pose a threat to him, or his organization. Much the
opposite, he preyed on runaways. They were young, with no ties, and no future.
Because they were desperate, it was easy to bend them to his whim, and mold
them as he saw fit. Once he took them in, they invariably felt indebted to him,
making them incredibly loyal soldiers.
Best of all, if they were killed, no one would miss them.
"Very well," he growled, trying to make it sound, as if he was relenting. "You
may join. Give me your Pokédex."
He took great amusement, in the look of fear on the child's face, as she
attempted to creep past his hissing Persian. Finally, she made it to his desk,
and lay down the tiny, red computer. Wordlessly, Giovanni opened it, typing
several buttons in succession; before snapping off a small piece of plastic,
that resembled the write-protect tab from a video tape, and passing it back to
Nori looked at the Pokédex blankly, expecting some sort of an explanation.
Seeing that he wasn't about to give one, unsolicited, she shrugged, and spoke
"What did you do?"
"When you have more than six Pokémon on you at a time, your Pokédex is
programmed to send the newest capture to a specified holding place." Giovanni
explained, with disinterest, "I simply reprogrammed it. Now it sends them to
"Oh..." Nori frowned, getting a pretty good idea of what the broken tab might
have done. "May I go now?"
"Yes, yes," Giovanni waved her off, and returned to his work. Persian followed
Nori closely, to see that she found the door.
"Oh, and Nori?" Giovanni added, as she opened the door, "When should I expect
to see Blizzard?"
Nori cringed. "Soon, Sir..." she whispered.