From: silversean <kalakseur@phreaker.net> Subject: [PW!] Into the Silph Co. Date: Thursday, October 21, 1999 5:38 PM ~!~Previously....~!~ Sean went into Saffron and got some information from Nurse Joy, and then flew off for Silph Co. Read my PW!s people, I'm not too great at these recaps.... ~!~Back to the present....~!~ ::Here I am...:: Sean touched down in front of a pair of huge revolving doors. ::Silph Co.:: "Sorry kid, you ain't going in there....business is going on in there, you know...." A guard raised a gun barrel to the temple of Sean's head. "It's kinda important..." Sean said. "Back off, and get out." The guard growled. "..." Sean brought a finger to the gun barrel, and gently pushed it away. The guard quickly brought it back. "Get out NOW." He growled, growing impatient. Sean stayed silent, and brought his hand back to his side. And his eyes narrowed to the guard's face. "Heh." Was all he said, and yellow Psycho-energy blasted out of him from nowhere, sending the guard, along with his weapon, hurtling backwards and into submission. "The kid's got power..." A man of the Silph Co. grunted, and rested his glasses onto his nose. "Maybe too much." ::Security's simple.:: Sean smiled to himself. ::But now I'm a criminal.:: "WAIT!" The man cried, seeing the boy. Sean powered up. "What?" "Stop, don't do that, you gotta trust me, dahhhhhh!" The guy ran to Sean. "What do you want?" Sean laughed at the impish looking man, with greasy black hair and huge brown eyes. "You can't use your power, not now, you'll perish DAHHHH!" The man cried. "Hehe," Sean giggled, "Seriously?" "Yes, follow me, into my cubicle...." "Your power," the man explained, "it stems from your mind, emotion. It's always there, whether you know it or not. But your frail body can't handle the stress of the energy. If you keep using your power, you will surely destroy yourself." Sean's lips were stuck together, he had been speechless for so long, he couldn't really open his mouth because of it. He licked his lips, and spoke. "Uh........." <T... B.... C....> <TBC!> -- § i l ver§ e án (silversean) AIM: si1versean eMail me @ Kalakseur at Phreaker dot Net I am Batman. Really. HONEST! "All right, um, I've got something to say and it's very important, so listen up. No, it's not important, but if you want, you can listen. Imagine, right, you're like laying in the sand, just laying there, just gettin' sandy, and you develop this really bad, like, fungusy rash. And you started scratching it and it went like yellow, green and whatever other colours fungusy rashes get. And you went to the doctor and they said there was nothing wrong. But it got worse and started coming off on the itchy carpet, and you realized you were allergic to sand and you got it all in your hair and you started going bald and um, developed funny penis-shaped objects on your chest. I just thought that'd be funny." -Daniel Johns, silverchair