From: Jon Ference <jonf911@aol.comSPAMu2> Subject: [PW!][LEAGUE] On the side... Date: Sunday, December 26, 1999 8:17 AM Jon cracked his knuckles as he waited for his Pokemon to be healed. 2 wins, and one loss. And he should have beaten the sh*t out of the other trainer. Yet, he digressed. "If we're ready for this next one, we have an excellent chance of getting into the final rounds," Jon told his Vulpix. It nodded in content. Jon pulled open his Pokedex. "Let's see. Who else haven't I used lately? Butterfree? My god! Onix! Kabutops! Holy crap! They must hate me as their trainer!" Jon's eyes welled with tears. Vulpix knocked sense into him, and pointed at his Pokedex. It tapped a button. "All Pokemon stored for trainers are sent to where they got their Pokedex." Jon smiled. "I had forgotten. Haha. That means the Cinnabar Lab has them!" Jon stood up and walked to a videophone. He dialed: 1-800-CINN-BAR The face of a young, perky scientist answered him. "Cinnabar Pokemon Lab! How may I service you?" Jon smiled. "I'm a trainer. Pokemon. My name's Jon... I believe you have some of my Pokemon." The lab tech smiled. "Of course! You're one of the few trainers from Cinnabar who's done so well around the Pokemon world. We have a good deal of your Pokemon here." Jon smiled. These guys were too good. "How's my Butterfree!? And what about, errm, Onix and Diglett!?" The lab tech pointed. "That's your Butterfree, and your Onix... and, your Diglett's evolved! To a Dugtrio!" Jon smiled. "Can you focus on them for me?" The tech nodded, and focused the camera on a large Butterfree. It was perched atop the head of Onix, whose Pokeball Jon had possessed so recently but never used. His reverie was cut off by the lab worker. "You know, we have competitions against the Pallet Pokemon Preserve for who keeps the trainers' Pokemon in the best shape and at higher levels. Yours have done quite a job. Butterfree's grown a good 22 levels.. Onix has gotten 23.. and Dugtrio only 17.." the tech paused a moment. "They're all in excellent shape. Of course, all 3 were very young when we first received them, but they've grown comparably to the ones you've raised. Maybe you ought to consider trying them in your team. They've become big fans of yours. Butterfree's quite intelligent... it's followed your progress over those 7 gyms." Jon went silent. These Pokemon had been raised without him, but they WERE his. He should have rotated them more. And, come to think of it, he rarely used Pidgeot anymore. Maybe he could do a little training with them. Jon looked back at the screen. "Okay. Let me heal my Pokemon. Then I want to go battle somewhere with these guys. Any ideas?" The tech nodded. "Sure. Viridian Gym's not far away. Since the games don't resume for a while, you can try for a badge and be back in no time. Or... you can always attempt to find trainers around Indigo..." Jon nodded. "Okay. Stand by to give me my three Pokemon." The tech nodded and closed the video link. Jon cut through the crowd of people towards the front desk. "OKKKK! ONE BY ONE, DAMMIT!" Jon was surprised to see the normally docile Nurse Joy waving a large bat above her head. A Chansey held a Pokeball in another. "THROW IT, CHANSEY! THROW IT! I MEAN IT! I'M GONNA DO IT! BWAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! END IT ALL! BWAHAHAHAHAAH!" Apparently, this Joy had snapped. Jon shook his head and hopped over the desk, starting a chain of tens of others behind him. Joy was too busy contemplating suicide to notice the trainers who had grown tired of the behavior. Jon found his Pokeballs easily, and hopped back over, although not without a blow from Joy's bat. He stepped outside the PC and opened his Pokedex. "Okay. Transfer Venusaur.. Alakazam... and, errm... Dragonite out for Onix, Butterfree, and Dugtrio." Jon waited as his Pokeballs were swapped. He then set out down the Pavilion looking for a fight. He found one quickly, from a sailor. "Argh, me matey. I train Pokemon of the sea! You ready to haul anchor for a fight? Let's set sail! Go, Seaking!" Jon shook his head clear of the odd sailor. He threw out new Pokeball 5. "Do it! Butterfree!" Jon watched as his Butterfly Pokemon appeared. It immediately turned with gratitude to Jon, who smiled. "Welcome back! Let's make short work!... errm... what are your new attacks?" Jon pulled out his Pokedex. "Hrrm... Whirlwind. Confusion. Psychic. Substitute! Use your substitute!" The sailor was not to be defeated. "Me Seaking! Use yer horn drill!" Butterfree zoomed around, creating a Poke-doll like representation of itself. The Seaking launched at this Pokedoll with its horn. The powerful attack was straight on, dissipating the substitute quickly. "Butterfree, psychic!" "Seaking! Another horn drill!" Butterfree sent out a powerful psychic energy attack, which hit Seaking square in the forehead. The overgrown goldfish lept back into the air from the ground, horn again raised. Its aim was now horrible, adding to the damage it received from the attack, and it flew right over the Butterfree. The Butterfree turned around quickly, awaiting another order. "Seaking! Use the waterfall!" "Butterfree! Confusion!" This time, Seaking was faster, and it managed to attack Butterfree with perhaps the most rarely seen attack in the Pokemon world. The Butterfree had been trained by the lab well, and it withstood attack from the overgrown housepet long enough to finish it with another psychic onslaught. The sailor growled. "Arrgh. Return, Seaking! Go, Starhim!" Jon was surprised at the name of the man's Starmie. He had seen this Pokemon before, but if he wanted to have his Pokemon switch around... "Return, Butterfree! Here we go!" Jon yelled as he sent out another Pokeball... TBC.. -------- Sig v.1.7A Deathclock says I die June 23, 2059. AGNP welcome person ICQ: 32262691 'zine members.xoom.com/pokezine 773+ Posts to AGNP A "JAGshipper"