From: <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: [PW!] Going-ons Back Home Date: Friday, September 24, 1999 1:46 PM A tired, chewed-up, overly-sore Gads walked into the Celadon City Pokecenter once again, Monk-chan sleeping upon his head. Mara and Sketch entered shortly after. Mara went straight for bed. "Gads, I'm going to *YAWN* bed." "All right. See you in the morning." Mara walked back to the habitation areas. Sketch poked at Gads's leg. "You want back in your Pokeball?" "Jig..." "All right. Sketch, RETURN!" The Jigglypuff returned to it's Pokeball. The Nurse Joy rushed over, seeing yet-ANOTHER beat-up trainer enter on this day. "OH MY! Do we need a streacher? You're in pretty rough shape..." Gads just looked at Nurse Joy with an even look. Nurse Joy then remembered an event from earlier that day. "Oh right, not me... oh, and Gads, there's a message for you from one Master, and another from a Marcus Trisan. Both want you to call back." Gads looked up. Messages from BOTH? The Rattata must have cause more problems then he had thought. Gads walked over to the vid-phone and dialed the Dojo's number. "Hello" The face of Tip filled the screen. Tup was jumping around behind him, trying to get a look. "Oh, hey Gads! Nice catch... your Rattata are basically overunning the Dojo. How the HELL did you catch so many, anyways?" "... long, long story. Too late for that. Maybe I'll tell you when I arrive back in Saffron in a couple of days." "WOAH! You're coming back to face Sabrina THAT SOON! Are you ready?" "No. I'm just passing through to check something out with Master, then I do need to meet with Sabrina, but not for a match. The Master and my father wished to speak to me?" Tip nodded. "Yeah. The Master's busy with a match, so how about I get your father?" "All right." As Tip (with Tup close behind) left the Vidphone, Gads wondered who the Master was fighting. It couldn't be a simple 'I challenge for a Hitmonchan or lee match.' as Pops handled almost all of those these days. A lot of people mistake the imposing, menacing tower of a man that is his father with the true Dojo Master. It had to be either an important someone, or a grudge match for Master himself to honor it. "Gads? Are you there?" The face of Marcus Trisan, Gads's father, lit up the screen. The gruff, usually serious face many people mistakenly believe belong to the Dojo "Master" was showing unusually-large amounts of worry. "Oh, hey Pops. You wanted to talk to me?" "Yeah. On first notice... are you all right? I hope that nasty little mecha-thingie didn't hurt my little Gads, or else I'll be force to go find it and smash it into little, itty-bitty, teeny-weenie, bite-sized..." Gads sighed. It was a miracle that he was able to even get to travel with his overprotective father. It took reaching second dan to convince Pops to let him finally go. "Yeah Pops, I'm fine. I'm banged up, but something tells me he's in far-worse shape." Marcus's face changed from worry to relief. "Oh, good." Then from relief to pride. "That's my boy. Ever the champion, fighting to the end, even when things are bleakest. Are you heading back here soon?" "Yeah. After I defeat the local Gym leader, and then find out who sold Mara that attract potion..." "Ah, Mara's with you. Then I guess she told you..." "Told me what?" Gads's father actually looked a little nervous. "Um... well... I asked her mother to marry me... and she accepted. We're getting married. Mara's going to be your sister soon." "WHAT!" Gads could just FEEL the headache coming on. Not only was Mara going to be tagging along from now on, but she was going to be his SISTER! And she didn't tell him... "I thought you and Ms. Tifer broke up?" "Son, that was ancient history. We got back together a while back, and thing have been going pretty well." "Well... congrats. When's the date?" Gads was NOT looking forward to another wedding this soon. "Oh, no date yet." Gads let out a sigh of relief. Last thing he needed was another disaster of a wedding, and events like that involving Dojo members tend to be a recipe for trouble. "Anything else interesting happen?" "Oh, you mean besides the sudden flood of Rattata roaming the Dojo?" Gads put on his best innocent face. "How did you CATCH all the damn things anyways?" "Long, long story..." "Well, we'll have plenty of time to go over it when you get here. Master wishes to speak to you." Gads gulped. This was either very, very good... or very, very bad. Master's old, kindly face appeared in place of Gads's fathers. "Hello Gads. You've been busy. First a Pokemon Race, then going toe-to-toe with supermonsters." Gads scratched the back of his head, grinning. Master was praising him. "Oh, and lets not forget creating an endangered species out of one of the most common Pokemon types." Gads stopped grinning. "What are you going to do with 42 Rattatas, anyways?" "Um... I dunno. Give them to the younger trainers? Start an adoption drive?" "That could work. Tip and Tup will probably take one each, if they now don't have a fear of Rattata from their experiance when they teleported in. As for the remaining 40, we can probably keep them in storage, giving them to various trainers who pass through." "All right. Just curious, who were you fighting against?" Master smiled. "You probably at least know who it is. After all, you did help save his wife." "Tenchi Inverse? Man oh man... it just never stops..." "Hmmm?" "Oh yeah." Gads gave Master a breif recap of his last few days events, starting with the Big P Pokemon Race, the going on to the encounter with the Cult-ish of Goddish, then to the disaster of a wedding and the battle of Protopticon, his meeting with Mara, the events at the Celadon Pokemart, and ending with the recent disaster in the fields outside Celadon. "Oh my." Master just smiled at his student. "You're right. It just never stops when you're involved, does it?" "Yeah... *YAWN* Is it all right if I go now. I've had a mimimum of sleep these last few days, and I'm really tired..." "Go ahead, child. We shall talk more when you arrive at the Dojo either tomorrow, or the day after." "All right. G'night." The screen on the vidphone blacked out. Gads hung up the receiver and walked back to the room where he and Mara were staying. Gads looked over at his sister-to-be. Whatever Mara was hiding from him, it could wait until tomorrow. Sleep comes first. Gads took the sleeping Monk-chan off his head and put him down on a blanket, then went to sleep himself. TBC? From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.