From: Dreadite <dreadite@tsoft.com> Subject: [PW!] Today, a giant bottle, tomorrow the world! Date: Monday, November 29, 1999 12:48 AM P:OTP: Stuff at the bottle. Woo. And I've become so anti-social with my writing, time to change THAT. ----- Arcturus flicked a twig, looking at the bottle. He was getting VERY impatient. "Doesn't that bastard ever go OUTSIDE? Well, I guess I'll just have to go IN." Arcturus trudged sullenly towards the door to the bottle, muttering. ----- Dreadite sat at his desk in the bottle, musing. He twirled a globe on the desk, pointing his finger at continents as they passed. The bottle flashed a small intruder klaxon behind him, making the globe appear red at times. Dreadite ignored it, and continued to think. ::Giovanni would never approve.:: Dreadite stood up. There were other ways to deal with Giovanni and his more conservative plans. He turned to the monitor on the wall, finally acknowledging the klaxon. "Computer, show me the intruder." The small rocket Arcturus appeared, and Dreadite let out a slight laugh. "My, what is this but the smallest of the small mortals," said Dreadite as he turned away, and headed out of the office towards the corridor where the intruder lurked. Dreadite walked quickly, soon reaching the deeper part of the corridor that the midget rocket was walking down. Dreadite leapt up, melding through the ceiling of the bottle, looking down into the corridor from above the transparent ceiling. The midget rocket paused, hearing a slight noise down the passage he was walking down. He checked his belt for pokeballs, and kept walking. As he walked by, Dreadite split out from the ceiling, swiping a pokeball off Arcturus' belt and melding into the floor. Dreadite flapped his wings for extra speed, swimming along under the floor with the pokeball. The small rocket stopped at Dreadite's office, and Dreadite paused underneath him, picking the smaller Rocket's belt of Pokeballs at every pause in the man's stride. As Arcturus reached down to check one last time at the office, he yelped in surprise. "My balls! Er, my Pokeballs!" The midget explained, growing angry. "What the hell?" He turned to see Dreadite emerging out of the floor, staring down at him, wings outsreached. And not looking very happy. "And where might you be going, little man? I pity I disarmed you," Dreadite stated, displaying the small Pokeballs between his fingers before hiding them with a twitch of the wrist. The midget glared. "Give those back. I'm not here to bother you." Dreadite looked smugly down at the Rocket. "I'm older than your grandmother. I can sense lies, especially from such bad liars as yourself." Arcturus fumed silently. How did Dreadite get his pokeballs? No matter, he'd get them back the hard way if he had to. The midget glared at Dreadite. "Man, give those back. I'll call Giovanni on you." Dreadite just game Arcturus a dark, sinister smile. An unsettling smile. The smaller rocket stepped back a step, and looked behind him for some nasty surprise. There was none. Dreadite stepped forward, and knelt down eye to eye with the midget. "You really think you matter? Or Giovanni? None of you can stop me now." It was Arcturus turn to grin evilly. "Hah, you wish," the Rocket said, and he leapt forward to grab the hidden pokeballs. Dreadite sidestepped, and flicked the balls to the fallen Rocket. Arcturus quickly snatched them, and turned to face Dreadite. "Thank you. Too bad you won't be around much longer." Dreadite just grinned as the walls of the bottle wrapped around Arcturus. He flicked at the glass prison idly, before turning away. "You see, you can't be allowed to stop me. The world is within my grasp now, and all I need is time. You're not a part of the world anymore, I'm afraid." The rocket folded his wings, and walked away. Arcturus swore under his breath, slowly inching his way to the pokeballs on his belt. Dreadite was gone. ----- Dreadite stepped out of the bottle, and twirled his sword behind his back before hiding it in his cloak. "Now, how to bait the pawns... Doppler." He held up a photo of a newer Team Rocket member, Minax. "Yes, she should work nicely. But I can bide my time for now... all the cards must play correctly." Dreadite took off, and landed on top of the bottle. "Soon... all of the threats will be gone." TBC? (Oh yeah. Of course! >=) Dreadite ----- The darkness, all around. Ghosts are like shadows, escaping death but for a moment, like shadows flitting from light. Ghostly we are, flitting from death but for a moment.