From: <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: [PW!] A Discussion With Professor Oak: Dow's Orgins Date: Wednesday, September 01, 1999 4:10 PM After a short walk, Professor Oak, Gads, and Monk-chan arrived at Oak's Lab. As Professor Oak started digging for his keys, he continued. "... I see. So that's why your Mankey won't go into dark places?" "Yeah. Monk-chan trapped for the entire night inside Pokemon Tower, and when it came out, it wouldn't leave my side for a week." "Man... man..." Monk-chan's usual fierce expression was replaced by one not usually worn by a Mankey: Fear. "Don't worry, we're not going back there anytime soon. I promise." Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Loki, currently in it's towering human form. "Welcome, come this way." Gads cringed at the high-pitched, squeaky voice, but tried to to let the... ogre towering above him notice. "Oh, thank you Loki. I can't ever seem to remember where I place my keys." Professor Oak had a slightly-sheepish look on his face. "You have a butler?" Gads replied in slight awe as he looked up at the towering hulk that was Loki. "Not really. It's a Ditto." "Oh. It's... really, really..." "Big? For some reason, Loki likes that form while he's human. Usually Dittos choose a moderately-sized form, but it seems to like towering over everyone." Loki giggled, then returned to it's Ditto form. Monk-chan, startled by the Ditto's change, hopped off Gads's head for a closer look as the two humans headed into the main lab. Monk-chan started to Leer at it, but Loki giggled again and assumed to form of a large Primeape. Not expecting this, Monk-chan freaked and bolted after his trainer. Loki, still giggling, followed closely behind. "Well now Gads, since you're already a trainer, you won't need a starter Pokemon. Would you mind if I take a look at the Pokemon you do have?" "No problem." Gads reached into his pocket and pulled out Vinal's pokeball. "VINAL, GO!" Vinal, still dazed from the shaking and tossing that Monk-chan gave it earlier, appeared. After a few seconds of stumbling, it finally recovered and glared at the Mankey, who was still running away from the Loki-Primeape. "Hmmm... good color, good vine-strength... what attacks does it know?" "Only Constrict and Bind. I'm working on teaching it Slam, but it can't lift enough yet to use it effectively." Tangela demonstrated by wrapping around a half-dozen vines around a table, and lifting it about one foot, then dropping it back down. "Ah good. Too many trainers rely on TM's to teach Pokemon. It's good to see one who's training it himself." "Thanks. Monk-chan, come'ere!" Monk-chan, in the middle of fleeing from a giggling Loki, took a flying leap at Gads. "MAN MAN MANKEY!" "NO! SLOW DO..." Monk-chan landed right in Gads's chest, almost knocking him down. Right behind the Mankey, Loki followed, and this time Gads went tumbling. Oak looked on, amused, as Gads got up and dusted himself off. "Loki, could you leave Monk-chan alone for a while?" The Ditto resumed it's natural form and exited the room. "Quite energetic. Seems to be in good health and spirit. It also seems to be advanced for it's stage." "Huh!" "You Mankey is showing above-average aptitude, speed, and power for it's level. When it evolves, I want you to contact to me. Both so I can take another look at it, and so I can give you some help on raising Primeapes. Only two have ever suscessfully raised strong, spirited Primeapes. One being Ash Ketchem, the other being..." "The leader of the Fighting Dojo, Master. I know. He told me 'When raising a Mankey, remember to assort your authority without breaking it's will in order to insure it will be the best it can be when it evolves. If you break it's will, it will be useless. If you don't let it know you're in charge, it'll hurt you worse than it'll hurt it's opponents. If raised correctly, Primeape can be the strongest of the fighting Pokemon.' He lectured me on it both when I first got Monk-chan, and when I left the dojo." "He's right. Mankeys and Primeapes both rely on their spirit to fight. A depressed, gloomy Mankey would be a horrible fighter. But a happy, spirited Mankey like yours is great at it. However, if it doesn't recognize you as the boss and as a friend, it's rage in the Primeape stage will likely leave you injured, maybe killed. Do you have any more Pokemon?" "Yeah, one more. VINAL, RETURN!" The Tangela, still glaring at Monk-chan, returned to it's pokeball. Gads placed it back in his pocket, and pulled out another one. "GO DOW!" The Drowzee appeared, appparently being woken up by it's summons. "A Drowzee? Interesting... a member of the Fighting Dojo to be carrying a Psychic Pokemon" "I rescued it from Team Rocket a little while back." "Team Rocket? This Drowzee is stolen? Oh my..." "Yeah, but it seems to think I'm it's trainer now. It even went out of it's way to prove itself to me." "Well, I know one way of finding out who it's owner is. I guess now would be a good time as any to give you your Pokedex." Professor Oak produced a little red and blue device and handed it to Gads. "Point the scanner on the top of it at Dow, and press the ID button." Gads did as he was told, and after a moment, the Pokedex's AI replied. "Dow, a Drowzee, a Psychic-type Pokemon. It's current attacks are Hypnosis, Confusion, and Headbutt. It's Identification Number is 00225." "00225? Let me check the trainer listings." Professor Oak walked over to his ccmputer and opened up the Pokemon Trainer Database. "00225... 00225... ah, here it is. 0225 is the ID number of... Sabrina, the Saffron Gym leader!" "WHAT!" "MAN-KEY KEY!" Gads, Monk-chan, and Professor Oak all looked at the Drowzee. "Dro? Dro zee zee?" Dow was confused. Wasn't Gads it's trainer? Oak was the first to recover from the shock. "How did Team Rocket manage to steal a Gym Leader's Pokemon, especially Sabrina's? She's notorious for being virtually theif-proof. And that's assuming that there's a theif stupid enough to steal from Sabrina in the first place. If she caught them..." Gads wondered why Dow had not brought up Sabrina sooner. While he disliked the vicious, often cruel Gym Leader, he recognized the fact that all of her Pokemon are fiercely loyal to her, and won't leave her side without an enormous fight. He decided to ask Dow about it. "Dow, you belong to Sabrina, right?" The Drowzee shook it's head no. Who was this Sabrina? "Are you sure?" Dow shook it's head up and down. "Who's your trainer?" Dow pointed at Gads "Drowzee." Monk-chan was busy fuming. "Man man..." Monk-chan Leered at Dow. The Drowzee either didn't notice, or didn't care. "It seems that Drowzee doesn't... remember Sabrina." Oak was baffeled at this turn of events. "It's probably best if you take it with you, and go visit Sabrina as soon as you can. She probably wants her Pokemon back, and it seems Dow currently thinks he's yours." "Yeah. It's odd that Sabrina's pokemon wouldn't remember her. I'll take him back to her. I gotta go see her eventually, anyways. Both for the Marshbadge, and for the honor of the Fighting Dojo. DOW, RETURN!" The Drowzee returned to it's Pokeball. "It's getting late. Feel free to spend the night here, and set out in the morning." "Ok. We all need out rest. Come on, Monk-chan. Let's get some... *YAWN*... sleep." "Mankey key..." "We'll worry about Dow's 'heritage' when it comes up. He's still one of us until proven otherwise." "Mank mankey." THE NEXT MORNING... "One last peice of business before you leave. Let me give you some Pokeballs to capture other Pokemon in." "Thanks. I wasn't carrying any spares on me. I'll be sure to make use of them." "Be sure to contact me if you need any help, and be sure to keep an eye on Dow. He doesn't seem to remember Sabrina, but if he does, it may not be good news for you, being a member of the Fighting Dojo." "Ok. I'll make sure to do that. Bye!" Gads, well-rested, began wistling a happy tune as Monk-chan lept upon his head, once again cheereful and energetic. As Gads and Monk-chan started on the road to Veridian City, neither noticed the shadowy figure still following the duo. It had news indeed... but to be safe, it'd follow for a little while longer... From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.