From: Adrian Tymes
Subject: [PW!] If It Bleeds, It Leads
Date: Saturday, September 11, 1999 10:23 PM
"You know, a girl could get *very* annoyed at this."
He rolled his eyes from the ground to his right, where an unclad Aerie
was crawling across the bed's sheets to the foot of the bed, where he
"Five hours straight, and you're depressed. Most guys would at least
"You're right, Slasher. Most guys *would* be asleep from exhaustion by
now. But at least they'd be happy. By the way, how'd you get in?"
"You picked the lock with a Payday attack? How?"
"Forget I asked." Aerie shuddered. There were some aspects of Persian
anatomy she *didn't* want to know just yet.
Seth sighed again.
"Hey, now!" Aerie squirmed into his lap. "Look, if I can't get you to
smile using the oldest pleasure technique in the book..." She pinched
his cheeks and molded his face into a smile, then grinned winningly.
Her grin faded when his face returned to normal when she let go.
"I'm sorry. It's just...I can't help feeling my father's abandoned me."
Aerie crossed her arms. "Wasn't that long ago you didn't know he *was*
"BUT NOTHING!" Aerie thrust her face into his - a little too
forcefully, as the slight *bonk* attested to, but her mind was too
focussed to feel the pain right now. "AT LEAST YOU HAD A FATHER WHO
CARED ABOUT YOU AS A CHILD, NOT A TOOL! DO YOU SEE ME MOPING ABOUT
Aerie rolled her eyes, playfully shoving Seth backwards while sliding
off him. "You're hopeless."
"Look, there's a whole festival out there. If you're not going to cheer
up enough to let us enjoy it, I'm at least going to watch it."
"You don't have to stay..."
"Seth, maybe I'm being paranoid, but while there's the *slightest*
chance you'll do something I'd regret, I'm not letting you out of my
sight." She stretched her leg towards the TV, grateful that she had
chosen a motel with some amenities, and nimbly flicked the power switch
with her toe.
"...and in sports today..."
"Bah, news. Come on, somebody's got to be..."
"...this just in: Celadon City is under attack!"
Seth, Slasher, and Aerie all perked up at the news. "Hello..."
"We go now, live, to our news 'copter on the scene. Clark?" The scene
switched to an aerial view of a rubble-lined street, with masses of
people on the neighboring streets moving away.
"This is Clark Forrester, reporting live from over Celadon City, where
it looks like a Pokemon battle has gotten out of control. Details are
sketchy at this time, but it looks like several people and Pokemon are
ganging up on a high-level Charmander, with no regard for the city
around them. At least one building has already been demolished, and
reports are coming in that it was not evacuated. As you can see on the
adjacent streets, it's mass panic as people try to get out of the way.
Pokemon League authorities are reluctant to bring in artillery like they
did when a giant Magmar appeared near Maiden's Peak earlier today..."
Seth and Aerie blinked at each other. They had wondered, briefly,
whether the shaking they felt earlier was merely their own actions.
"...citing concern for the surrounding property. If you ask me, though,
they probably wouldn't hit anyone, and the area's going to have to be
rebuilt anyway. Frank, can we get a reading on the combatants?"
"I'm trying, but I'm having a problem with the equipment."
"Push the button, Frank."
"(I did,)" Frank whispered, obviously not meaning to be heard. "(But
it's saying there's a Ditto belonging to Professor farfing *OAK* down
there! That *can't* be right.)"
Seth and Aerie blinked again. "Mimic..."
Aerie shook her head. "Ten to one, that's my dad if it's either of
"Ahem," the TV newscaster interrupted. "Frank, Clark, you're still on
"Oops...uhh...uhh...right! Technical difficulties are preventing us
from ascertaining the combatants' identities, but we will give you more
information as we have it. This is Clark Forrester, signing off.
(Frank, you know that swear word's coming out of your paycheck.)"
The scene cut back to a newsroom. "In response to this and other
attacks by Pokemon on people, a citizen's group is forming to, quote,
'make the streets and forests safe to walk again'. Already, reports
are flooding in of random searches and seizures of Pokemon, especially
highly trained Pokemon. Rumors are flying as to the identity of this
group; the two most credible ones point to a new wave of Team Rocket
burglaries, and an underground movement aimed at stopping the capture of
wild pokemon. Pokemon League officials discount both of these rumors.
Gym Leader Lieutenant Surge had this to say..."
A stock photo of the electric trainer popped up; the speech sounded like
it was recorded from a broadcast. "I don't know who's responsible for
spreading panic, but I'd just like to point out a few facts. One: most
of the incidents involve people who aren't wearing any Team Rocket
uniforms and, if pressed, don't give out fancy mottos. Team Rocket
ain't big on not taking credit for its sucess, if you know what I mean,
so I really doubt this is them. Two: this 'resistance' is preposterous
on its face. Calling capture of pokemon 'inhumane'? Saying we should
respect pokemon as equals? C'mon...I mean, sure, we know they can fight
and do grunt work well, but the smarter ones've got the brains of a
peanut! It's a proven fact that trained pokemon live longer and
healthier and become stronger than wild pokemon. We know how to take
care of 'em better than they do themselves. I'm sorry, I just don't see
how *anyone* could be so stupid as to think the way things are ain't the
way it outta be."
Slasher and Seth were both looking a little irritated. Aerie was
nearly glowing, her battle aura only held in check by the fact that
smashing the TV would do nothing but up their bill, and she knew it.
The TV's image switch back to the newsroom. "If anyone has a lead on
these mysterious raids, you are urged to contact the authorities
Slashed flicked off the TV before Aerie could get angier. "Sian."
"You said it. The *nerve* of that...that..."
Seth silenced Aerie with a kiss. "Now, now. People didn't know that
much about pokemon sentience in this day. Lots of people truly beleived
pokemon couldn't think, not really. It wasn't until..." His face's
color drained. "...uh oh..."
That got her attention. "What?"
"I just remembered. About twenty years ago, lots of people and pokemon
rose up to protest the regular abuse of pokemon. They called poke balls
'brainwashing'. They also flushed out industrial use and disposal of
pokemon, where large companies would buy whole teams of pokemon only to
routinely send them on dangerous...or sometimes suicidal...jobs."
"Twenty years ago? But that's *this* year."
"I know. It was called the 'Poke Wars!' - people insisted on the
exclamation point to emphasize how much happened, and how much
everything changed thereafter. At one time or another, every square
mile of this island became a battleground...and we've already seen it
starting. Remember the fight in Pallet Mimic dropped us into?"
"That was small, compared to what's ahead."
"Aerie, I just want you to know. I love you. And I'm scared."
Aerie smiled. "Then let's do something about it."
Seth blinked. "Umm...Aerie...five hours wasn't enough?"
She snorted a chuckle. "No, I mean about the wars. Even if this *is*
our past...which I'm not convinced it is...we can change things. We
know who won, eventually. If we can get people to see how things will
be, we can head off the fights. We could win the Poke Wars!, Seth, by
stopping it before it really starts."
Aerie pecked him on the cheek, and let the thought flow. At least this
had gotten him to stop thinking about Mimic.
"I wonder if Mimic would help."
- future historian at large ^.-