From: Dreadite <dreadite@tsoft.com> Subject: [PW!][NC] Visiting the Psychic Friends. Date: Thursday, August 05, 1999 1:23 PM Saffron City. Known for its two Gyms, the Silph Co headquarters, and slightly less known for its food. Shard kicked his feet into the air, and smiled as he bit into his burger. The Silph Cafe owner cringed as he knocked a plant over. "Good burgers, this IS great," Shard commented, taking another bite. "This is totally pointless. I'll be back a bit later," Dreadite said, a slight growling undertone hidden in his voice. Shard just stood up, and started to follow the retreating figure. "I'm a Sage, you can't get rid of me that easily," Shard yelled, running after Dreadite. "Oh, if only I could." "What's THAT mean!?" Dreadite turned a corner, heading for the Saffron Gym. "What do you think?" Shard cringed as Dreadite entered the building. Shard remembered Sabrina all too well. She'd kill him in he entered there, or worse. Shard sighed unhappily, and slunk into the building. "Oh, this is so unfair." "Do you have anything better to do that sneak around, Shard?" Dreadite asked, pulling him into a side corridor. Dreadite pointed at a door, and stepped in. "Stick close, you'll be fine. Stray away, it's your ass on the line." Shard nodded, silently cursing the fates. Dreadite smiled, and kept walking. Psychics gave they curious glances as they walked towards the main arena. One grabbed Dreadite's arm, and shook his head. "Sabrina is busy, you'll have to wait." Dreadite just turned and looked the psychic in the eyes. The psychic frowned as he noticed Dreadite's eyes. "A fellow psychic trainer, I see." Dreadite just smirked, and threw the psychic to the side. The psychic angrily pulled a Pokéball, and glared. "That's it! Kadabra, remove these two trouble makers from theaaaaack..." The psychic dropped to the ground, and Dreadite sheathed his sword. "A pity. With all that supposed power that psychic possess, he didn't see that coming." Shard just shrugged. "Someone wasn't paying attention to their daily horoscopes, that's all. I seem to remember something about not pissing off the genetic freaks." Dreadite glared. "I suggest you follow that one, too." The duo opened the gate to the Arena, and walked into a battle. A trainer pointed. "Beedril, Twin Needle that Mr. Mime, now!" The Mr. Mime crated a substitute, and then suddenly, the action stopped. Dreadite walked between the flying needles, and stepped up to face Sabrina. "Sabrina. I need answers to a few questions." "This isn't a good time." Sabrina pointed to the trainer standing there, and the fainted Mr. Mime. "You just cost me a match, Dreadite. This had better be good." Dreadite just shrugged. "Oh, it is. Has anything unusual happened recently? I'm looking for," Dreadite paused for a second, pondering something before continuing, "sages." "Sages? That's an odd request. There has been a little disturbance in the patterns of life, but..." Sabrina trailed off as Dreadite walked towards the exit. "I need names, nothing more." "I don't know names." Sabrina glanced at the trainer, and flicked a Marsh Badge his way. "Things are clouded, even to me." Dreadite and Shard disappeared into the darkness. Sabrina watched them go, and sat on her throne. "Something big is happening. I feel it." She glanced at the body in the corridor. "Damn, that fiend never manages to leave without making a mess." 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'.