From: R2D2METWO <r2d2metwo@aol.com> Subject: [PW!] Hey, Tionne! Date: Thursday, September 16, 1999 11:45 AM (OOC: okay, Lasser post #2, here goes.) Walking back to the Pokemon café, since Machamp swore the fight made him ravenous, Lasser continued to berate his Pokemon. "…And you have been eating way too much!!! The only reason you lost was because you were too sluggish to use any of your special training attacks!!!" Machamp quietly reminded Lasser that he had never been asked to use his special training attacks. "Well, okay, but when we get back you have to promise not to gorge, deal?" "Champ!" "done!" all this time, Darian and his Persian, Pardus, had been walking silently behind them. Suddenly, Lasser turned on him. "Hey, Darian, where did you get Pardus anyway?" "Ugh, well, I found him on the roadside, beaten up, and I took him to the pewter Pokemon center to be revived." "What happened, Pardus?" Lasser said, bending down. "Peersian. Persian Puuurrr." "Well, I can't understand him very well, but he either got attacked by a flock of Spearow, or his sister just evolved into a nest of engaged Kakuna." By the time they were finished with that conversation, they were at the café. They showed the cashier their tickets from earlier, then went to catch a table. It was no longer as crowded as it was at breakfast. Then Lasser spotted a girl talking to the cashier. "Hey, Darian, check her out!" "I don't think she is really that good- looking." "Yeah, but there is something about her…" He approached. As he got closer, he heard bits of conversation like, "miss, um, could you direct me to Main Street?" "No, Hon, there is no main street in Cerulean. That there in your hand is a map of Pallet town." "(Sigh…) thank you." "Can I help?" Lasser asked. The girl jumped and turned around. "Hi, my name is Lasser Raidon. Can I help with your directions?" The girl said "Uh…… hi. M-my name is Tionne. Um, yeah, I could use some help. Thanks." "Come sit down." And with some money he borrowed from Darian, he paid for Tionne and led her back to the table. (OOC: okay, Tionne, go ahead.)