Subject: Re: [PW!] Battle for the Badge, Part 1
Date: Tuesday, September 07, 1999 9:48 AM
In article <email@example.com>,
firstname.lastname@example.org (Ncnc123) wrote:
> Splash handled the Eevee's pokeball that he had recently caught.
> put it down and turned his attention to the pretty rocket in the other
> 'Rocket?' Splash thought. 'How did I know she was a Rocket?'
Meanwhile, Nise-Murasaki had noticed the young trainer's glances in her
general direction. Actually, Nisemon had noticed that BOTH the young men
in the diner had been looking, but the one who was serving seemed busy.
The one sitting down who had the pokeball seemed the more likely
selection. And what an easy target! Splash kept furtively looking over
to where Nisemon was sat. Well, he was trying to be furtive, that was
easy to see. But he could not be more obvious if he'd tried.
> >Darwin continued to swear from inside the pokeball.
> >6 watched the pokeball jiggle curiously. He weighed wether or not to
> >darwin. "Hmmmm....If I let him go he might kill me....but then again
> >give me shiny things!"
> >Greed overwhelmed what little caution 6 had and he pushed the button
> >released darwin from his prison.
> >Darwin instinctively clawed at the air, yelling "Who, what where?!"
> >considered going for splashes throat but he was long gone.
> >"Well well well darwin. Looks like the mighty pokemon resistance
> >his furry butt captured." 6 said with a new found arrogance in his
> >"Who's dominant now?"
> >"Go mate with a garbage can, 6. I still beat you if you don't
> >"I Believe you owe me something darwin. Something...Shiny!"
> >"I owe you nothing!" Darwin yelled at him angrily.
> >"I just saved you from a fate that, to you resistance types, is worse
> >death. You still owe me. Now give me your shiny things!"
> >Darwin couldn't argue with that logic.
> >"Shiny.....what do I have that shines?" Darwin thought.
> >"Is this shiny enough for you?" Darwin said as he handed 6 the still
> >9mm from the ground.
> >"Yessss....I like this very much." 6 said as he innocently bounded
away to go
> >play with his new toy.
> >Darwin exited the diner, seeing as nothing good had come from it.
> >Although his mission in cerulean was to meet with zapdos gettin
> >had lowered his normally brash spirits. Perhaps beating misty would
> >He set off on a brisk pace towards the cerulean gym.
> Splash was really mad a 6 for letting his Eevee go. Splash
> taking 6 in a pokeball like he did to the Mr. Mime after it had killed
> Mankey, but that might not go over with Dernam too well.
> Splash sighed. He couldn't steal 6, he didn't want to eaither
> as soon as 6 came near him again, Splash was going to slap 6 really
Nisemon was annoyed. That trainer had ceased his glances in the Ditto's
direction, and was now glaring at a small Eevee that was gleefully
pawing at something on the ground. It occurred to Nisemon as realisation
dawned that the gun the Eevee was playing with could quite possibly go
off, but that did not concern the Ditto. There was no threat to a
lifeform made out of protoplasm, that was certain. What was worrying
Nisemon was the current lack of attention being offered by the trainer.
Nisemon felt spurned. And that did not feel good. So the Ditto was going
to act now.
The next thing Splash saw was the woman with the body of a supermodel
(painfully thin yet somehow incredibly alluring) advancing towards his
table. *His* table? Surely not. He quickly checked behind him to see if
there was any other possible target for the woman's attentions, but
there was nobody else there. So he turned back round, just in time to
see nise-Murasaki leaning on the table with one hand, while looking
directly at him.
"Hi!" said nise-Murasaki brightly. "I noticed you looking at me, and
thought I'd come over." ('Not a good excuse,' thought Nisemon. 'I really
have to buy a book of chat up lines.') "Anyway, what's your name?" she
asked. "My name's... my name's... actually, names aren't important, are
they?" ('Damn, damn, damn,' thought Nisemon. 'I never actually asked for
that girl's name...')
Splash did not know what to think, so did not respond. And the woman was
beginning to look flustered, but she soon regained some degree of
sanity, which was good by Nisemon's standards.
"Anyway," she said. "Are you going to buy me a drink?"
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