From: Magic T. Dragon <cvilagi@mindspring.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Family Feud Date: Friday, November 26, 1999 8:28 PM otaku wrote: <snip> > "Finally...it's over. Trypticon, return." The bruised Nidoking became > red energy and was sucked into the pokeball. Tenchi sighed as he looked > over the red pool of water. "May god have mercy on your soul brother, > for i did not." With that said, he turned and walked out of the cave. A > Pidgeot was waiting for him, as he hopped on its back and ordered it to > head back to Saffron city. > > TBC > > AnimeOtaku, TR Ninja on AIM Natasha pulled herself up off the rather uncomfortable chair in her hotel room. Shuffling through candy wrappers and cookie bags she'd thrown aside, she made her way to the bathroom. Something fuzzy rubbing her foot was brushed off as a coat... until it starting wiggling. "Vuuuullll!" She froze and leaned over, pushing aside pizza boxes and ice cream cartons until she found a red, furry lump. "Tails! What are you doing under..." "Vulll pix! Pix pix vul!" Sighing, Natasha scooped up the fire fox and looked into his eyes. "Where's Sarafina?" "Pix pix pix vul vul pix. Vul pix? Piiix." The girl shook her head. "I wish Tenchi were here... he'd know what--" For the first time in hours, the reason for her bingeing and moping actually hit her. She closed her eyes for a moment, then set Tails down. "Find Sarafina. We gotta go..." "Pix! Pix! Pix!" Tails burrowed through the mess for a while, yelping as he got lost in a popcorn bag. The trash starting moving in one corner. "Meeeowth..." Sarafina climbed out with half an Oreo stuck to her forehead, covering her charm. After a short yowl of protest, the cat climbed up Natasha's leg and perched on her shoulder. Oblivious to Sarafina's claws digging into her shoulder, Natasha staggered out of the room and took the stairs to the lobby. Without speaking, she returned the keys and shuffled out the door. It took her almost 20 minutes to walk three blocks to the Pidgeot Express office. As she reached the airport, something wet hit her hand. She mumbled and held up her hand, drying it off. She noticed the color of the liquid and choked. Blood. Screams quickly faded into panicked cries as she wiped her hand on her pants repeatedly. Sarafina jumped off her shoulder and cowered behind Tails as Natasha cursed and rubbed her hand harder. The blood was long gone, but in her eyes her leg and hand were soaked. The sight of a child staring in shock snapped her back into reality. Twitching, she composed herself, roughly picked up Sarafina, and plopped the cat back on her shoulder. Now conscious enough to think somewhat clearly, she noticed that the blood had fallen in a trail. It went ahead of her about 20 feet, then stopped abruptly. Several more drops fell just beyond the end of the jagged, crimson line. She looked up and realized that the blood was falling from the wing feathers of a Pidgeot. Seeing a crumpled, red dyed heap on the bird's back caused her to flinch for an instant, before she realized what it was. "TENCHI!!!" She ran onto the landing pad and waved frantically while the Pidgeot circled down. Tenchi stirred as the bird landed, and then was fully woken by Natasha pulling him off his ride and hugging him tightly. "I thought... and you... Kaganigdo... Oh Goddish, you're all right!" ----- A maid, dressed in her black and white uniform, unlocked the door to room 189. Years of cleaning hotel rooms had taken its toll on her mind, but things were starting to look up. Her boss had finally given her a raise for the first time in five years. She forced the door open and started to step in when the overwhelming smell of cheese almost choked her. Banana peels and Butterfinger wrappers covered furniture, plastic wrap littered the counter, and pizza delivery boxes almost completely covered the floor. Grease stains and melted chocolate were slathered over virtually every surface. The woman stood, mouth agape, for several moments. Muttering, she pulled off her hat, threw it to the floor, and stomped on it. She left the cart holding the door open while she stormed down the hall, tearing off her apron. Two tourists started talking as she passed. "Excuse me, but do you know where room 194 is?" She responded with a shrug. "Sorry, I don't work here." --Natasha V.