Subject: Re: [PW!] Defense of the Heart (ATTN: MTSowbug)
Date: Sunday, October 03, 1999 4:13 PM
Well, good, no need for D.V, but let me annex a few parts... (this is a form
Karnivax wrote in message ...
>I just HAD to get Phoo, as well as Kyle's crew, to the battle against
>Vorge, and as quickly as possible. MTSowbug, if ya wanna D.V. this
>post, I'm fine with it...I honestly don't think my portrayal of Phoo
>here does him justice.
> --DEFENSE OF THE HEART--
> Part 1
> by Karnivax
> "Make...it...stop!!!" she cried, squirming about as her shoulder
>blades felt as if they were about to explode. Other parts of her,
>namely her legs and feet, started getting more Scyther-like. Her hips
>in Scyther form were nearly twice as massive as her human hips, and her
>denim shorts were struggling to stay in one piece. That became even
>more difficult when Jessica started to develop a Scyther abdomen.
*** Inside the mind of Phoo ***
The chess matches were still in progress. However, this didn't stop Ego
from noticing some sort of extreme audual stimulus coming from outside Phoo.
"Hey everybody, do you all hear that? Something big is going on out
there!!! Grr... where is the Collective Consciousness when you need it?"
Lucidity, having just checked Depression's king, responded in a
telepath, "I don't hear anything Ego. It's probably just your overactive
desire to interact with the environment again..."
Ego was inraged at what he took as an insult. "I'll show you all!" he
cried. "Come on! To the edge of long-term memory! We can hear better
Anxiety nudged Id. "Ten calories of energy Ego's going nuts again," he
*** Back to the land of tangibility ***
> David, just wanting Jessica to stop shouting, moved the extractor
>away from her, then removed the restraints from her arms and neck so
>she could sit up. The second she did, her wings erupted from her
>shoulder blades. The wings did not damage her tank top, but they grew
>so forcefully that they tore two large holes in the back of her leather
>jacket. That done, David once again put the restraints on Jessica.
> It was around that time that Phoo's antennae stood straight up.
>"Hmmm...I believe that someone is coming," he observed.
> "Eh, probably just another stray Diglett, mate," David suggested.
>He pointed to a hole on the floor of the cavern. Diglett had invaded
>the inner sanctum many times.
> But what entered the room was far more threatening than any
>Diglett. It was Kyle, riding on the back of the fast-flying Espio the
>Charizard, and followed by Torrasque, Cathode, and Thanatos.
> The typical Charizard flew by flapping their wings like any bird.
>Not terribly quick or efficient, but it got them where they needed to
>be. However, Espio, with his constant watching of television, was a
>bit more creative. He simply spread his wings out to their maximum
>wingspan and propelled himself along by firing powerful flame blasts
>out of the soles of his feet that worked like jet engines. He could
>not get anywhere near the distance and altitude that Grendel the
>Aerodactyl could, but for short-distance, low-altitude flight, Espio
>proved to be the superior vehicle.
> "Argh!" David grunted, seeing Kyle arrive. "Why 'aven't you died
>yet?!" Before he could draw out his Magnum, David was knocked over by
>Espio. Espio came to a stop, and Kyle jumped off of the dragon's back
>and ran over to where Jessica lay.
> "I knew I'd find you!" Kyle exclaimed as he ran to re-unite with
>his girlfriend. But before he could, Phoo jumped in between him and
> "Stop where you are!" Phoo threatened Kyle.
> "Who's gonna make me, bug-eyes?" Kyle grunted. He raised one
>sneaker. Phoo was an abnormally large cockroach, but he was still a
> However, as Kyle's foot started to plummet toward Phoo, Phoo blew
>him away with a pillar of flame that he caused to burst up from the
>ground. Kyle rammed into the wall and fell to the floor, saying only,
> "Now try that on me, firebug," Espio goaded Phoo. So Phoo created
>another pillar of flame which launched Espio straight up at the
>ceiling. As Espio came back down, he blasted Phoo with a Flamethrower
>attack, shooting out an exploding ball of fire which did not hurt Phoo
>much, but did blast him across the room.
> Phoo got to his feet and flew a few feet into the air, then lit
>himself on fire. He proceeded to fly into the nearest wall...then he
>bounced off, gaining speed in the process. He bounced off wall after
>wall, getting faster and faster, until he was just a blurry fireball
>bouncing all around the room at blinding speed.
> The flaming Phoo purposely crashed into Espio many times during
>his bouncing. Phoo hit Espio twice in the arms, three times in the
>legs, seven times in the chest, and three times in the head, all in the
>course of about twenty seconds. Each blow to Espio hit like a jab from
*** Back at the mind of Phoo ***
"See? See what I mean?" Ego stammered. "We're using up energy like a
Wigglytank goes through Clefairy Cola!" The others, who had collected with
Ego at the end of long-term memory, meditated, trying to connect with the
rest of the brain in hopes of gaining knowledge as to what was happening.
*** Return to the land of tangibilities! ***
> "You deal with the Australian guy," Espio said to Kyle and his
>team, who were already clobbering David. "The roach is mine."
>Partially ignoring the fact that he was getting pounded from virtually
>every angle, Espio watched the bouncing fireball intently, and spread
>his arms apart. Seconds later he clapped his hands...and the fireball
>that was Phoo disappeared. When Espio spread his arms apart again, a
>damaged Phoo fell from his grasp.
*** Back to the mind of Phoo ***
There was much confusion and utter chaos at the moment. The security
doors which were holding the mental concepts away from the rest of the brain
suddenly vanished. A vacuum could be felt rushing through the corridors,
and the wisps of thought gradually started to grow fuller, brimming with
Judgement gasped, in wonder. "I believe... I believe somehow, possibly
through loss of Phoo's center of gravity, the brainwashing effects have been
cleared. Hmm... hmm... why do I say hmm now? The collective
Just then, all the wisps seemed to share the same thoughts again. They
suddenly vanished back into the brain from whence they came, as the
collective consciousness was renewed of Phoo.
*** Back to the land of tangibility ***
Phoo came to his consciousness with a start. "Hmm... well, I see
whatever predicament... I have come to this time... hmm... it's awfully dark
and sinisterly evil in here! Hmm... and there seems... to be... it must be
a pokemon... in front of me... I do not believe it likes me," he thought,
taking in his surroundings.
> "Urghhh...what has transpired?" Phoo wondered, the jolt from
>getting squashed by Espio returning him to his normal state of mind.
>Phoo suddenly looked up at the source of a shadow that was falling over
>him, and he saw Espio's foot ready to stomp him into oblivion.
>Panicked, Phoo quickly teleported out of danger. He flew in front of
>Espio's face, trying to find out what was happening.
> "Why are you attacking me?" Phoo asked, dodging the attempts by
>Espio to swat him out of the air.
> "Possibly because you were kicking the crap out of me five seconds
>ago?" Espio retorted.
> "Impossible!" Phoo responded, flying out of Espio's reach.
>"Hrmmm...hmmm...the last thing I remember was admitting defeat before a
>fiendish abomination calling itself Panopticon..."
> Espio stopped trying to swat Phoo when he heard that he was an
>enemy of Panopticon. "You mean...you weren't always a jerk?" the
>Charizard asked. With that, the dragon and the cockroach came to an
>understanding, and Phoo was filled in on some of what he had missed.
Phoo, after finally surmising that he must be in the dwelling of a
master villian, came to the conclusion that action was necessary. However,
more than anything else, he noticed that something was missing in the
atmosphere... something he was used to... "Light! Yes... light! The
absence of light... is darkness!" he thought in a conclusive summary.
> Atropos looked over at the mainframe, and saw David kneeling
>behind it, loading his two handguns. Espio went to help Torrasque,
>Thanatos, and Leviathan. Phoo leapt up on the table with Jessica to
>try his hand at gingerly burning away her restraints, but he balked
>upon noticing that Jessica was currently part insect. Phoo wondered
>what Vorge's men had done to the girl that had given her scythes,
>wings, and what-not.
> Atropos dashed over to where David knelt, and before David could
>even look up, Atropos knocked the guns out of his hands. "Withdraw
>your Pokémon now!" Atropos demanded, pointing her scythes at David's
> "This time you're in no position to make threats, bugger," David
>snarled. Before Atropos realized what was happening, David had formed
>his shapeshifting left hand into the shape of a spike and had rammed
>the spike into the red Scyther's chest.
> --DEFENSE OF THE HEART--
> Part 2
> by Karnivax
> Now, David's plan was to say something dramatic, then blow
>Atropos's brains out. But such a plan had one fatal flaw. David
>began, "Don't worry, buggers...where the two o' ya are goin', ya won't
>ever be -" David's sentence was never finished. With blinding speed,
>Torrasque lunged at David and jammed one scythe into David's heart.
>The Magnum fell from the Australian man's hand.
> "We're not going anywhere," Torrasque snorted, as he pulled his
>scythe out of David's chest. David slumped lifelessly to the ground.
> There was utter silence for several seconds after that. Upon
>noticing of the Australian man's demise, David's five Pokémon froze
>like puppets without a master.
Phoo was very startled, to say the least. "Hmm?! This is odd... that
human... he seems to have just... stopped! I have... never witnessed such
strange behavior before. It seems that his energies are leaving... hmm...
could this be the 'death' factor... that I heard about?" he thought naively.
> "David...?" Goliath said, fear and possibly even sadness in his
>voice. Ever since joining up with his master, Goliath had never been
>separated from him. Even the mighty Rampage, who prided himself on
>fearlessness, looked stunned.
> Thanatos, Espio, and Leviathan, who had been getting decked by
>David's forces, were overcome with surprise at the sudden lull in the
>action. Kyle and Jessica were both astonished that the normally
>pacifistic Torrasque had killed a man. Atropos was silent only because
>she had passed out. Torrasque fell to his knees. "I...I'm a
>murderer..." There was no possible atonement for the deed, and
>Torrasque knew it. To make matters worse, while Torrasque was
>wallowing in self-pity, Atropos was bleeding profusely.
> The chain of inactivity broke all at once. Espio flew over the
>wall of David's galvanized Pokémon and swiped all five of David's
>Pokéballs, Leviathan carefully froze and shattered the restraints that
>were holding Jessica, and both Kyle and Cathode dashed over to Atropos.
> Thanatos just played They Might Be Giants' "The End of the Tour" on
Phoo continued to marvel at the humans and pokemon in the room, working
in a efficient fashion. The concepts of death... and light... still
dominated most of his thoughts, as he truely now understood what evil was,
and why he was sent to eliminate as much of it as he could.
> "Pi?" Cathode wondered. Phoo skittered over to Torrasque to see
>if he could talk the fellow insect (or at least quasi-insect) out of
>his intense depression.
> So while Kyle and Jessica discussed what had been done to Jessica
>during Kyle's absence, and went on a fruitless search of the room for
>where Jessica's eggs had been taken, Phoo tried to console Torrasque.
> "You want something?" Torrasque sighed at the cockroach.
> "Hmmm...well...let me say that, personally...I feel your act was
>justified in this particular situation," Phoo responded.
> "Oh really?" Torrasque said sadly. "Enlighten me...explain to me
>how *this* could be justified."
> "I heard the thoughts that pervaded in your mind. You did not
>vanquish that fiend out of rage or because of some frivolous vendetta,"
>Phoo said sagely. "You vanquished him because you knew innocent lives
>were at stake. Hmmm...in essence...the ends justify the means. Were
>that man left to his villainous machinations...he may very well have
>slaughtered you and all whom you hold dear."
> "I...I guess that makes sense..." Torrasque quietly admitted,
>somewhat in denial that he was seemingly being absolved for what was a
>serious sin, as well as crime, in human culture.
> "Hmmm...and I am afraid that right now, we all have an even more
>grave concern," Phoo added, as he started to dredge up a few of the
>buried memories of events that had happened during his brainwashing.
>"That man was but an agent of a higher power...one who threatens all
>life as we know it." Hearing that, everyone who was still in the room
>gathered around Phoo to hear what he had to say. Jessica had a deep
>maternal concern for what had become of the three partially developed
>eggs that had been taken from her womb, and
>naturally wanted to continue looking for the eggs, but if what Phoo had
>said was true, it did not matter whether Jessica found the eggs or
>not...her children would not have much of a future. She, too, went to
>listen to the wise arthropod.
Phoo sighed. "I wonder if I'm consoling correctly... I don't have any
experiences... with... with... death," he stammered in his deep thought,
abruptly, "hmm... I do wish Aurelia was here right now. She has a way to
cheer everybody up..." After his moment of pause, Phoo continued on with
talking to the beings around him, informing and being informed.
> "Already that man's vile master...once an immobile but powerful
>mechanical construct...has possessed a living being and is walking the
>earth," Phoo went on. "The master's powers are unimaginable. Even the
>most powerful of creatures...human and Pokémon alike...are mere gnats
>compared to him. It is said that he has the power to effortlessly
>negate all but the absolute weakest of psychic abilities."
> Kyle said, "I only want to know one thing about this 'master':
>where he is."
> Phoo closed his eyes and meditated deeply for several seconds.
>"Hmmm...I can clearly sense a tremendous gathering of negative energy
>several miles north of our current location. The master will be found
>at that gathering, without a doubt."
> "That's just dandy...how are we supposed to get there?" Espio
>queried. "These underground tunnels don't exactly lead where we want
> Again Phoo started meditating. "Hmmm...perhaps I can...grapple on
>to the dense field of negative energy...and pull myself toward it.
>Yes...as the humans say...it is 'worth a shot.'" Phoo started glowing
>with a reddish light. "Stand close to me, my friends," he told all who
>were gathered before him. Phoo prepared for the most powerful teleport
>his tiny insect body could muster. "There will be no turning back..."
> Seconds later, Phoo, Kyle, Jessica, Espio, Thanatos, Torrasque,
>and Cathode were teleported away in a bright flash of psionic fire.
That should about fix all the characterization holes for Phoo there. Now
would be a time for Phoo's pokemon to join up...
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