From: <lordlocke@my-deja.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Black-Flamed Phoenix: The Problem With Prejudice Date: Friday, October 29, 1999 7:23 PM In article <3813DA31.AE0B8C61@pacbell.net>, Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> wrote: > lordlocke@my-deja.com wrote: > > 'Sorry to interrupt your little rant, but they're on their way to > > Petwer, and quite frankly, you are not.' Psy-Gads mentally stated. > > > > 'Damn it! They're going to get there first. Grrr... no matter. I'll > > just be crushing three instead of one! Mara's going to get hers, and > > Andrew's gonna wish he was still sitting on that bench in Cerulean, > > bored out of his mind...' > > > > Gads took off floating towards Petwer, his old plan crumbling, but a > > new one taking it's place... > > #Did you wish to get to Brock's first?# > > "Doppler!" Gads looked around, but as expected, failed to see his > 'ally'. "Why are you pestering me?" > > #I wouldn't call it 'pestering', not if it helps. And I *do* have > something to gain if you suceed in your current quest. Anyway, you did > wish to arrive at Brock's before they did?# > > "I..." > > Before he could complete his protest, he felt his body start to > dissolve. He instinctively lashed out, feeling power from within flow > to resist the teleport before either Gads or Psy-Gads could bring > reason to bear... > (OCC: I'm kicking myself now. I went to check, and TOTALLY missed this post. Now, I've posted another one AFTER THIS. D'oh... anywho, this takes place BEFORE 'Fun and Mind Games' Also, this is the LAST post to "Problem With Prejudice." Let the next chapter begin!) After a moment, the feeling dissapeared. Gads looked around. Same spot... no change... a little drafty though... At Doppler's Base... "Sir, Gads has failed to be teleported!" A robed Elecrabuzz reported. "What? Explain!" "The teleport couldn't reach... there was too much unfocused Psychic energy surrounding his body." "DAMN! The telekenisis screwed it up." "We did manage to teleport something..." "What was it?" "..." "Well?" "Er, it was..." At the Petwer Gym... Brock was sulking, starting at his sign. "Petwer City Gym. Over 10 Million Served." He had lost yet ANOTHER gym battle, and gave up another badge. Vulpix was by his side, trying to cheer him up. "I'm gonna have to change that to 11 million soon..." "Vulpix pix!" "Yeah... we'll get the next one... what the?" Suddenly, a pair of boxer shorts materialized upon Brock's head. "What's a pair of boxers doing here? I'm a breif's man myself..." "Vulpix!" "Whaddya mean they look good on me? They're on my head!" "Vul! Pix, pix, pix..." Vulpix started snickering. "Very funny." Back at the Petwer Enterance to Mt. Moon... Gads did a quick status check. 'All body parts here. All items here. All clothing... hey! DOPPLER, YOU JACKASS!' #Eh... sorry about that. Unfortunately, we don't have enough energy left to attempt another teleport yet. You're on your own for now." "Great." Gads began floating down the road to Petwer. It was going to be a long trip... Already been continued... From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.