From: Shimarisu <shimarisu@my-deja.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] That Shalt be King Hereafter... Date: Monday, December 13, 1999 6:40 AM In article <19991208162504.24887.00000140@ng-fn1.aol.com>, goola2u@aol.compostheap (Shard Fields or Megasomething) wrote: > >"Anyway, eat it if you want," she told him, her voice strangely > >muffled. No, it was not a challenge. She wasn't about to see the > >outcome, as she was already walking away... > > > > That snapped him out of it. "Sorry," said Sneakers, hopping onto Murasaki's > shoulder. "Too much catnip." > > As if to prove his point, Sneakers fell off of Murasaki's shoulder and landed > at her feet. "Oopsy! How very un-feline of me." > > Murasaki was, obviously, not amused at Sneaker's "cute" act. "So, you want to > eat thosee things or not?" she said, nonchalantly. > > Sneakers shook his head and hopped up onto Murasaki's shoulder. There was > something almost feline about her, and that had helped to bring his senses > back, a familiar face, in more ways than one. > > "So," said Sneakers, "first order of business to to find something to munch on > that ISN'T a handout. Shall we do this the human way, or the feline way?" "Nnnn..." Murasaki whined through clenched teeth - pretending not to care but actually suffering from enough angst to actually merit inclusion in a shoujo manga. "How about neither way? How about MY way?" "Oh yes," Sneakers replied, by now not expecting an explanation. He'd seen how she was. She'd go out of her way to find food by herself, then she'd try to feed it to that Snorlax so it didn't starve. Then she'd pretend she didn't care about her Pokemon, that she just wanted them to fend for themselves. She'd send Ivysaur out on its own to prove the point. And Ivysaur would return, bringing back food for Murasaki, which she wouldn't eat on principle. Sneakers had absolutely no clue how anyone so messed up could survive. Maybe there was some way of getting her to eat without making her believe she was being catered for, in every sense of the word. "Where has that idiot driven us to anyway?" he asked, cheerfully changing the subject so that she wouldn't be reminded that he wanted to find food with her. Kiniro was back with the car, he'd taken them into this sparsely populated area on the pretext that he 'knew what he was doing'. Every so often they'd come across a house, and Kiniro would go to great lengths to procure necessary items from the interior while the occupants were otherwise distracted or absent. He was very good at that, but Sneakers had noticed that Murasaki preferred to search for any available food in the forest. There was nothing to define the area they were now in as the woodland was too dense to see through. Unless you were a trainer hiding in the thicket, waiting to pounce on anyone that walked past, then force them into a Pokemon battle. God, those people were annoying... "I don't know where we are," Murasaki told him, truthfully. Usually she had an uncanny homing instinct, but it didn't count for much now - they'd spent much of this particular journey on a meandering route through an unfamiliar forest. Kiniro had insisted on the whole operation being covert, but by this point all three of them had nigh-on forgotton what the original operation had been about, exactly. And Murasaki for the most part, didn't care. "Well," she said, as Sneakers looked at her quizzically, "I could tell you how to get back, but as to where we are..." Her gaze fell on a signpost that marked the route, and she hastily looked away. Neither Sneakers nor Kiniro knew yet that she couldn't read. "Well you know," she told the Meowth "That I don't care for names or places..." - Shimarisu (sorry this took so long, been away for a few days. Back on-line tomorrow, if you can reply in the time) Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.