From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: Re: [PW!] Three Ditto Types and a Persian Date: Wednesday, September 15, 1999 9:48 PM Maria Rocket wrote: > Aerie was frowning furiously, looking very confused. "Seth....didn't we *see* > Mewtwo a few nights ago?" > > Seth rolled Doppler into a rope-like shape. "Yeah....what's wrong?" > > Aerie looked at Seth, worry now in her eyes. "Seth, we *saw* Mewtwo." > > Seth just stared back at her, uncomprehending. Then he looked down as Doppler > began squeaking in protest in his hands. Then suddenly it dawned on him. "We > saw Mewtwo..." [Don'tcha just *love* time bombs like that? *ding* "I just realized, I could destroy the one I love with a simple thought." ^_^ Although, if you think about it, there's one technical flaw in this a-poke-lyptic plan.] > "Alright then." Officer Jenny adjusted her slightly chewed hat. "Move along > then!" > > Seth, Aerie, and Slasher quickly walked past, headed for the heart of Vermilion > City. They received many quizzical looks as Doppler began to call out, > > "Move along then!" In Officer Jenny's voice. "Five, six, seven..." "Move along then!" "...(shut up, Doppler) eight, nine, ten..." "Move along then!" "...(shut up, Doppler) eleven, twelve..." "Move along then!" "Rrrgh! Ok, ok, and one Poke-pacifier!" "Move along mmph!" "Fifteen coins total." Seth handed over the lucre. "A pleasure doing business with you." The shopkeeper tipped his hat. "You know, if that Ditto becomes too much of a pain, I've got a friend who runs a daycare center..." "We'd rather keep him where we can see him." "Suit yourself. I'm just saying, though, it's an easy route to power...of course, most Dittos aren't raised because they're strong; they're raised because they're versatile." Seth grimaced. "He's going to be as powerful as Doppler some day." A whistle was the shopkeeper's first response. "Now *that's* a high goal. Quite admirable. Good luck to you, son, you're gonna need it." "Right. C'mon, Slasher." Seth stepped outside, carrying a newly quiet Doppler, to where Aerie awaited. "Seth...?" "Yes?" "I was just thinking." "No, really?" *THWHIP* "..." "Um, Seth, I hope I didn't hit too hard." "Alright, Aerie, out with it. What level dan *are* you with those paper fans, or are you 'just' a black belt?" Aerie blushed. "Umm...remember that we saw Mewtwo recently? Well, when Mimic rescued us from the Bottle...didn't we see Mews?" "They were dead. I don't think copying a dead pokemon would give us any powers...except maybe a ghost." "No, no, I mean before that." "I...don't know. It was all a blur to me. I'm pretty sure I didn't *see* them in the normal sense." "Seth...what if we find something else out there? Something that we change into, and it changes us? SOmething we won't have any warning about, like Mew and Mewtwo?" Seth grinned. "Anytime you think that..." He held out a wrapped package. "I want you to look here." "What's this? ... A mirror?" "No matter what body you have, Aerie, you'll always be *you*. Don't ever forget that." Aerie studied herself in the palm-sized compact mirror. "Aerie?" "...I don't know. Seth, look here. Do you think I'm forming a pimple?" Seth facefaulted. TBC?