Subject: [PW!] Cerulean Blues
Date: Saturday, September 11, 1999 7:59 AM
A large Porygon flew across the sky, sideswiping the occasional Fearow, with
little or no concern for its passengers. A girl sat on its back, clinging to
its neck for dear life; and a trembling Arbok was wrapped tightly around her
body, its head buried in its own coils.
"Giseisha..." Nori sputtered, finding that it was hard to talk, while being
strangled, "If you knew you were afraid of heights, why'd you insist on riding
"Shaaa~*" came its muffled reply.
"Nemesis, maybe you'd better land. It looks like we've cleared the
"[...]" Nemesis grumbled, dive-bombing towards the ground, at a speed that
nearly made the Arbok lose its lunch. At least, it would have, had the
Arbok--or any of them, for that matter--eaten lunch. Or breakfast. Or anything,
for the past two days. Nemesis swooped up gently, and stopped short, a few
inches from the ground. Nori hopped off, and Giseisha fell from her body,
"Well, this sucks." Nori sighed, recalling both Pokémon. "I'm hungry. And I'm
broke. I wonder if I'm on payroll yet..."
She walked a few steps down a dirt road, before passing a small road marker.
"Route 4 to Cerulean City", it read.
"Oh, good." the girl brightened. "We *did* make it over the mountains.
Probably'll be another hour before we hit city limits, though. I wonder if
there's a mini mart anywhere nearby...Oh yeah, I don't have any money. Damnit."
She reached into her backpack, and brought out a Pokéball. "Fortunately, I do
have a portable flash-fryer. Magmar! I choose you!"
"Maaag..." it groaned, and collapsed to the ground, holding its stomach.
"What're you complaining for? It's not like you've been out walking for the
past two days. Now get ready, we're gonna catch us some dinner."
Nori pulled her Pokédex out of her pocket, and quickly typed in her
coordinates. The computer buzzed for several seconds, then the light in the
upper left-hand corner blinked green.
"Route 4." it chirped, "The following Pokémon are found in this area: Ekans.
Sandshrew. Mankey. Spearow. Rattata."
Nori grimaced. "Yum. Well, so much for that idea...Magmar, return."
The girl called the fire duck back into its Pokéball, and trudged on down the
road. "Damn, it sucks to be me." she grumbled. "I wonder whatever happened to
those so-called friends of mine, after they ditched me in Saffron. I bet
they're eating a big, roast Farfetch'd right now. Or maybe some honey baked
ham. Hmm... Mankey are half pig... I wonder..."
"HEY! Watch where you're going!"
Before Nori was fully aware of what was happening, she was roughly elbowed out
of the way by a shorts-wearing little boy. She stumbled twice, before regaining
her balance; then angrily threw down her backpack, in a clear gesture of
"You little brat!" she growled, very grouchy, due to lack of nourishment,
"You're gonna pay for that!"
"Oh yeah?" the boy gave her a subtle flick of his middle finger. "And just
what are you gonna do?"
"What am I going to do..?" Nori hadn't thought that far in advance.
"Well, for starters, I'm going to steal your Pokémon. Hand them over, in the
name of Team Rocket."
"You're not a Rocket," the boy scoffed.
"Sez you. Cough 'em up."
"Where's your uniform?"
"In my backpack. Do you have Pokéballs, or not?"
"What about your motto?"
"Your motto. Every Rocket's s'posed to have a motto."
Nori cupped one hand to her forehead in frustration, and muttered a lengthy
string of cuss words under her breath.
The boy rolled his eyes. "Like I'm gonna give my Pokéballs to some Rocket, who
doesn't even have a motto. You're pathetic."
"Be they Fire, Bug, or Grass; give me the balls, or I'll kick your ass!"
"That's what I thought." Nori gave the boy a kick to the groin, and while he
was staggering, snatched his pokébelt. "Heh, these things are far too easy to
steal. Oh well. Be grateful I've left you with *some* balls. Toodles!"
Nori slung the belt over her shoulder, and darted down the road. When she was
a good distance away, she pulled out her Pokédex, and did a quick scan of the
"Cool, six Pokémon. At least one of these should be edible--what the..?"
One by one, each of the Pokéballs vanished. The light on the Pokédex blinked
once again, and the screen lit up, reading "transfer done".
"Damn it! I'd forgotten, all my new Pokémon get transferred directly to
headquarters. Geez, don't I even get to see what they are?"
The Pokédex beeped twice, and the voice whirred into motion. "Six Pokémon
transferred. Pidgey: Class D Pokémon. Worth: 200 Pokébucks."
"200..? That...that's barely the cost of the Pokéball!"
"Pidgey: Class D Pokémon. Worth: 200 Pokébucks. Pidgeotto: Class C Pokémon.
Worth: 300 Pokébucks. Rattata: Class D Pokémon. Worth: 200 Pokébucks. Rattata:
Class D Pokémon. Worth: 200 Pokébucks. Raticate: Class C Pokémon. Worth: 300
Pokébucks. 1400 Pokébucks have been transferred to your account."
"1400 Pokébucks? What am I s'posed to buy with that, breadcrumbs?" Nori hung
her head. "Now I know how those Rocket chicks stay so skinny..."
With a heavy sigh, Nori pocketed the Pokédex, and continued into town.