From: Dreadite
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.