[PW!][SC][R2M1] And That's A Rap!
Adrian Tymes
Conference! In just a few moments, the first match will begin!"
Even though it was already 10 AM, the stadium was only slightly over
half full. Many people, it seemed, had come for the side events and
parties, some of which had gone on all night long. Even the trainer
entering the red corner yawned and rubbed her eyes as she stepped
towards her trainer's box, surrounded by all six of her pokemon.
"Okay, maybe we *were* up a bit too late. But I think we got the
patterns down." Keeping her eyes closed so her mind would not be too
rudely transitioned into full wakefulness, Aerie relied on the multi-way
telepathic conversation to feed her sight from her friends, stopping
when their eyes saw her step in the middle of the box. While doing this
and carrying on a purely telepathic conversation might normally have
been no problem, at the moment, caffeine would have been needed to give
her the necessary wakefulness. Having not yet imbibed any that morning,
she let her voice voice her responses. "I did it so you wouldn't be
hurt too much when we fight, okay?" She frowned, backed up a step, and
hugged the tauros and ninetails with one arm each. "I am *not*
pampering you. I just...look, I want to win as much as you do.
But...well...yes, it is a bit different for Scyther, Magnemite,
Electrode, and Heracross. Oh, don't be like that, Kitsu. You either,
Keaton. Come on, have a little faith in me. We'll win, no problem."
The trainer in the green corner had also brought along a friend, but
P-Master J's conversation was completely audible. "So, Bam...*Barbara*,
'bout last night..."
"Don't worry. I still respect you." Barbara smiled.
"..." He lowered his shades for a moment, looking at her over their
tops. "Dayum, woman! All we did was talk!"
Giving him a wink, she continued, "I'm glad we can be friends again. I
wish...I wish we could have made up sooner."
"Yeah, well, th' flowers don' bloom 'til springtime, nowhudimsayin?" J
slid his shades back on, and peered out over the field. "But I'm glad
too, sista'."
A *bing* from the scoreboard precluded further conversation. "LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN!" announced the announcer. "The field has been chosen.
Going first will be the red trainer, Aerie. Given the very profitable,
er, delicious, er, circumstances regarding her magikarp and yesterday's
performance, she has been allowed to completely reregister her pokemon.
And if you look close, she's brought her entire team out. What
surprises does she have in store for us today?"
Shaking her head a bit and slowly opening her eyes, Aerie judged the
pattern of rocks in the emerging rock field. "Magnemite, let's *yawn*
start off with a little hide 'n' seek."
P-Master J grinned. "She mus' be whack, usin' her 'lectric pokemon on
this field."
Barbara squinted. "She's half asleep."
"That so? Steelix, let's wake her up!"
As the part-steel types took the field, a rapidash carrying a heavily
armored figure, with the red and green flags of a referee, strode out
from behind one of the rocks, looking almost like a steel-type referee
to complement the pokemon. "The laws for this match forbid the receipt
of outside assistance," he intoned, looking directly at Aerie.
In the stands above Aerie, Alex winked at the cowboy-looking man next
to her. "Gee, wonder what they could be talking about?"
"Not what you're thinking," Dee assured her. "I still haven't been able
to figure out how Aerie's blocking me, but that judge's motives do not
seem entirely sincere. Besides, I'd rather let Aerie lose honestly than
cheat for her like that, when there's so little at stake."
"Why does it matter what's at stake?"
"If you were in my position, and at risk was not the title and some
winnings but, say, the lives of your entire family...*then* might you
cheat?"
"Oh."
Down on the field, as soon as the referee uttered, "Engage," Steelix
launched an Earthquake at Magneton, who winked out of existance and
reappeared directly above the metal snake, bouncing off its head before
returning to ground level.
"Yo, dat's just not cool, man!" J shifted his weight, letting him
point at the opposing pokemon. "Iron Tail that junk pile, yo!"
Blink out. Reappear above. Bounce off. It was a rather dry and dusty
version of "Lather, Rinse, Repeat."
"Okay, if dat's how we be playing it, Iron Tail when it comes out above
you!"
Blink out. Reappear across the field. Watch as Steelix's Iron Tail
smacks Steelix in the head, and Steelix's eyes form swirls.
"K.O. verified," declared the judge, raising a red flag. "Judge point
awarded."
"Fuschia! Steelix, return!" Grimacing, J released his Machamp right
next to him, whispered something to his pokemon, then exchanged a quick
but intricate handshake.
Aerie streched. "Come ON, I was hoping this would wake me up, not put
me back to sleep. Magnemite, if you would please?"
The cluster of magnets obediently teleported into position for another
drop, only for Machamp to strike the ground, causing a fissure at its
feet, then leap away - leaving Magnemite to fall all the way through the
artificial floor. When it rose again, it was under the power of a
psychic-purple aura, which seemed to be all that kept it from falling to
pieces.
"K.O. verified. Judge point awarded."
Aerie wondered for a moment if it had been the best idea to leave the
group's pokeballs with Kitsu's and Keaton's equipment, locked in their
room at the center, but soon dismissed the thought until after the
fight. One silent nod and Scyther went in, trailing and leading doubles
that charged the fighting pokemon.
"No persp', 'Champ. 'Quake and you'll hit 'em all!"
J's plan might have suceeded, had the doubles not all Safeguarded.
"That trick only works once in a row. Do it again, 'Champ!"
Double after double vanished, leaving none on the field.
"Whaaa?"
J's pokemon was just as confused as its master...until one of the
boulders split in two from a Fury Cutter, top half sliding towards the
Machamp, who easily jumped backwards and looked for the enemy. Another
split boulder almost got it from the left, then from the right, but
these were easily avoided by another backwards leap-
"WATCH OUT FOR DA HOLE!"
-into the fissure left by its earlier Fissure.
"K.O. verified. Judge point awarded."
"Motherfuschia! DRAGONITE, ICE 'EM!"
"Scyther, return!"
Upon Aerie's call, the bug pokemon somersaulted back to her box, barely
outpacing the dragon pokemon's freezing beam.
Pointing to Dragonite, Aerie called out, "Flashbang!"
Electrode leapt forward just enough to be inside the arena, glowing
brightly.
The P-Master was one of the few not affected, thanks to his shades.
"Ooh, nice bling-bling. Sh-DRAGONITE, JUMP, NOW!"
His call came too late, his pokemon processing it just as Electrode
rolled up to Dragonite and detonated.
"Double K.O. verified. One judge point awarded to each."
P-Master J hung his head, recalled Dragonite with one hand, and summoned
his last pokemon with his other. "It's all up to you, Parasect. Make
me proud."
Kitsu pawed the line of Aerie's trainer box, wondering how many seconds
it would take her to "Heracross, go!" whawhaWHAAAAT?!? She turned an
accusing glare towards Aerie.
Who tried, and failed, not to flinch. "Heracross and Scyther can take
down one bug pokemon. No, I'm not-HEY! Kitsu...please, don't be mad,
okay?" She backed towards Keaton, only to feel the heat of his annoyed
snort, and the heat of his gaze, on her back. "Err...well, there's
nothing I can do *now*, is there? No, I didn't plan it that way...well,
maybe a lit-err...no, I didn't mean it like that at all!"
"K.O. verified. Judge point awarded."
"There, see?" Aerie reassured. "Heracross had no problem..." She
blinked, looking out across the field. "...getting defeated in no time
flat. Okaaay...Scyther, you're up again, I guess."
"WHOOOOOOO! Parasect, you are the PLANT!" J ranted. "Do it again!"
Parasect obediently repeated the Heracross-defeating attack, leaping up
and Slashing right where Heracross's sensitive horn had linked to the
face. Scyther, having a much smaller face, merely ducked, letting
Parasect's momentum carry it over the arena's edge.
"Ring out verified. Judge point and match awarded."
"See?" Aerie smiled. "I told you they could do it! Now let's get 'em
back to the center." She turned and left, the four of them carrying the
three fainted pokemon.
"Aww, dang." P-Master J slumped as Barbara put an arm around him. "An'
I almost had it in th' bag!"
"Hey, at least you're in the top eight. I think your opponent had the
right idea. Let's heal your pokemon."
"Awright." He recalled Parasect and checked his pokeballs. "Hey, I
forgot to get my 'Champ back. He's still down there."
"Here, I'll get him." Barbara took the empty ball from J, leaned into
the hole in the ground, let her instincts guide her hand to recall the
fighting pokemon from the darkness below, and handed the ball back.
*FWEEEEEET* went the judge's whistle, as his mount galloped towards the
pair. "Assistance received. For violating the law, I sentence you to
prison!" He brandished a red card.
"Say wha'?" J blinked. "Yo, man, that be totally whack! If I wanna
let my homies get my pokes back for me, that's our bizness!"
Barbara stepped in front of her friend. "Leave us alone. Or if you do
have a problem, take it up with me. I will not let you have him."
The rapidash sped towards them, its rider apparently unmoved and ready
to strike...when a psychic-red aura ignited around the card, yanking it
out of the judge's hand and into an arc, eventually onto the judge's
chest. Judge and mount vanished in a flash.
J's eyes were wider than his shades. "Girl...did you do that?"
"I don't *think* I did..." Barbara blinked. "I mean, I saw it in my
mind just before it happened, but..."
Up in the stands, Alex observed Dee being rather pleased. "Okay, Mr.
Smiling Man. When are you going to tell them you did it?"
"Why? She, like all humans and most pokemon, has psychic potential.
Sometimes, one must simply believe in oneself to develop one's
abilities further. Even if it takes a lie, or a simple omission of
truth, to stoke that belief."
TBC?
William Rendfeld
>Smiling Man. When are you going to tell them you did it?"
>
>"Why? She, like all humans and most pokemon, has psychic potential.
>Sometimes, one must simply believe in oneself to develop one's
>abilities further. Even if it takes a lie, or a simple omission of
>truth, to stoke that belief."
>
"I suppose there's some truth in that," Alex noted. "So, we going to meet up
with Aerie and celebrate her victory?"
"Of course," Dee replied as the two, accompanied by Alex's two free-roaming
Pokémon, rose from their seats and left the stadium.
-
After retrieving the Poké Balls for Electrode, Heracross and Magnemite,
Aerie and her small entourage had them healed just as her father and the young
woman who had aided in their reunion joined them.
"A very impressive showing, Aerie," Dee noted to his daughter, his voice
tinged with pride.
Stifling a yawn, Aerie replied, "Thanks Dad." Noticing the trainer beside
her father, she added, "Oh, hi Alex. Sorry if I was rude."
"It's forgivable," Alex replied. "Let me guess, little sleep last night?"
"Yeah," Aerie replied, stifling another yawn.
Alex thought to herself for a moment before snapping her fingers and
reaching into her bag and producing the bottle of Coca-Cola which she had
bought not long before. "It sounds like you could use a caffeinated
pick-me-up." Turning to Dee, she asked, "Is this alright? The bottle's still
unopened."
"I have no problem with it," Dee replied.
With a small sigh of relief, Alex handed the bottle to Aerie, who quickly
opened it and took a drink.
"I hope that doesn't cause anything too horrible," Keaton noted as low as
possible.
"I'll be fine, it's just Coke," Aerie replied. Realizing that Alex wasn't
surprised by a talking Tauros, she asked, "You aren't freaked out by that?"
"Miss, after everything Alex has seen, including me and your dad, I doubt
she'd be that surprised by anything," ShadowWarrior replied.
"Truer words have never been spoken," Cass noted with a yawn, walking up to
the gathering. "I miss anything?"
"Nothing they won't show on television later," Alex assured her. "Dee,
Aerie, this is my half-sister, Cassandra. Cass, this is Aerie, one of the
remaining competitors, and her father Dee."
Aerie and Dee both gave their greetings, and Cass politely responded in turn.
"Could you excuse us please? Alex and I need to talk about something."
"Certainly," Dee replied.
ShadowWarrior fluttered down to Surtur's shoulder as Alex and Cass walked
off to another corner of the room.
"I assume Alex didn't tell Cassandra about me," Dee noted.
"<Not entirely,>" Surtur answered. "<You cannot blame her, however.>"
Meanwhile, Cass quickly interrogated, "Alex, please tell me you're trying to
figure out why you can't scan her."
"I already have," Alex admitted. "I should've told you yesterday, but I
figured it out before the tournament began."
"How?" Cass asked.
"I met Dee before I met Aerie," Alex explained. "And I can't scan him
either."
"Why not?" Cass asked. "Is he a psychic?"
"No," Alex replied. She quickly added in a whisper; "He's Doppler."
Wide-eyed, Cass nearly screamed in her most quiet voice, "Doppler?! You're
kidding!"
"I'm not," Alex replied. "Before you start screaming, listen. He's here to
see Aerie compete, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that."
Trying to keep her voice calm, Cass added, "Alright, but you had better stop
with not telling me these important details. I don't need gray hairs at
eighteen."
"Don't worry, I don't think we'll be having anything really exciting after
all this," Alex replied. The two then rejoined the group, and in her normal
voice, Alex asked, "Sorry about that. So, what's next? Are we going to watch
the other matches, or what?"
(TBC?)
William Rendfeld
Creator of Echowarrior, the Pokémon Resistance, and Alex Masters
178,000 Excellent Author Points
1 'I knew odd pokefacts that confused a bread crumb' point.
20 Y2Tech Points
Jose L. Solano
>all this," Alex replied. The two then rejoined the group, and in her normal
>voice, Alex asked, "Sorry about that. So, what's next? Are we going to watch
>the other matches, or what?"
>
>
"Ahem," Trent said to the group. He had just walked in and having no real
manners, Trent decided he'd just go up and tell them what he was there for.
Alex picked up an odd vibe from him and shuddered. She noticed that Kitsu and
Keaton stared at him, and Dee and Aerie showed concern. Trent was accompanied
by his Sandslash Ashura and he carried a standard Pokéball in his hand. "If
you're all done being happy little people, I have some business to conduct."
"What are YOU doing here?" Keaton asked. Trent didn't immediately recognize
him, but after a few moments, the memory of their battle at the lighthouse
surfaced. He soon recognized Kitsu as well.
"None of YOUR business," Trent said with stowed anger. He removed his
sunglasses to reveal his red-black eyes. "I'm here to see Aerie."
"About what?" Dee asked, stepping forward. They stared at each other for a
moment, examining each others' eyes and reading each others' expressions.
"A deal." Trent held up the Pokéball he held in his hand. "I've got a
Pokémon here you might be interested in."
"What is it?" Aerie asked cautiously.
"An Unown. Shiny. It's called Vee... it's all yours, for a price."
"What kind of price?" Aerie asked. The expression on Dee's face frightened
even Trent. Not that Trent would let anyone know that.
"I dunno. What can you offer me?"
"We don't have time for this. This meeting is over," Dee said. "If you'll
excuse us, we have-"
"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, look, how much do you have? I just need to get rid
of this thing!" Ashura slapped his forehead.
TBC?
>mal
>voice, Alex asked, "Sorry about that. So, what's next? Are we going to watch
>the other matches, or what?"
>
Jose L. Solano
-------------------------------
A devious, degenerate defender of the devil
William Rendfeld
>
> "What kind of price?" Aerie asked. The expression on Dee's face frightened
>even Trent. Not that Trent would let anyone know that.
>
> "I dunno. What can you offer me?"
>
> "We don't have time for this. This meeting is over," Dee said. "If you'll
>excuse us, we have-"
>
> "Wait, wait, wait! Okay, look, how much do you have? I just need to get
>rid
>of this thing!" Ashura slapped his forehead.
>
[NS: I was hoping something like this would happen. But I'll bet the farm that
ain't Vee in there...]
Alex narrowed her eyes. Something about this situation did not seem right;
why would someone want to get rid of any shiny Pokémon? Then again, perhaps
there was some important information that she was missing.
#Okay, new girl on the block,# Alex telepathically broadcasted to Dee and
Aerie, hoping that they could fill her in. #What's the deal with shiny Unown?#
#About two and a half years ago, twenty-six shiny Unown were unleashed from
the Ruins of Alph,# Aerie explained. #The rest of the Unown promised three
wishes for their successful return.#
#Which explains why Trent may be using it as a bargaining chip,# Alex
replied. #How many people know about them?#
#Besides me, you, Dad, Trent, and the two talking Pokémon with me?# Aerie
asked. #There's a talking Dragonite, my mother, a few kids I met at the Whirl
Cup last year, and a Pokémon breeder I met from around Goldenrod.#
#As well as Mimic,# Dee noted. #I may not have my old resources, but I still
have means of keeping an eye on my brother. That's all that we are aware of.#
#What sort of wishes are we talking here?# Alex asked.
#There's no defined limit on the prize,# Aerie replied.
Alex quickly thought on the issue, and asked, #If Trent knows about the
shiny Unown, and all the details surrounding them, why's he trying to get rid
of one?#
#My thoughts exactly.# Dee noted. #Something is wrong here.#
Alex quickly thought of something, then asked, #Mind if I try something?#
#I suppose we have few options,# Dee replied. #Go ahead.#
This entire conversation, thankfully for the three, took only a few short
seconds, and Alex quickly asked, "Excuse me, do you mind if I examine that
Pokémon?"
"The deal's for the girl, kid," Trent said, turning his demonic eyes towards
her. "Not you."
"Who said I was interested?" Alex asked. "I just want to make sure my
friend's getting what she's paying for."
Ashura looked at Alex, then at the two Pokémon with her. He wasn't concerned
about them; the girl seemed far more a problem. Something about her eyes
bothered him.
Trent, however, was not as worried. He shrugged, and tossed the Poké Ball to
Alex and said, "Fine. Not like you'll find anything."
"You'd be surprised," Alex replied as she examined the Poké Ball in her
hand. She doubted that she could easily detect an Unown, shiny or no, through a
Poké Ball's surface, so she didn't bother with a scan. Instead, she examined
the area around the Poké Ball's release button, hoping to find what she was
looking for. She did, and smiled. "Bingo."
"Excuse me?" Trent asked, an eyebrow raised.
Alex looked at him and, holding back the physical feeling accompanying the
'willies', explained, "This Poké Ball may or may not contain a shiny Unown, I
can't tell on my own. However, I can determine it by other means. As you may or
may not be aware, this Poké Ball isn't a Silph product."
Dee and Aerie looked at her in slight surprise, before Dee realized, "Devon
Corporation."
"Exactly," Alex said, turning to them. She pointed to the area surrounding
the release button and explained, "You see these grooves here? That's an uplink
port. Devon started incorporating these into its Poké Balls a couple years
back. When plugged into the proper port, it allows for the transmission of data
from the Poké Ball to a computer, which then displays that data."
"Why all that?" Aerie asked.
"One way of discouraging Team Rocket," Alex replied. "Why else do you think
they've had such a problem gaining a foothold in Hoenn? The same design would
have been in Poké Balls around here, but between poor relations with Silph over
Pokémon treatment and Kurt's thriving Poké Ball forge, Devon figured it wasn't
worth the effort." With odd looks from Aerie and Dee, Alex then said, "I'm not
thrilled with it myself."
Trent smirked, then said, "But you don't have a computer to uplink with, do
you? That bit of tech is worthless."
"Not quite," Alex replied, pulling out her much-maligned PokéDex. She
flipped it open, properly set it, and then explained, "Devon also builds
PokéDexes, and theirs are designed to interface with their Poké Balls." Alex
locked the Poké Ball into her PokéDex, then pressed a button on said PokéDex.
As the screen flashed to life and displayed a circular download screen, Alex
said, "In less than a minute, we'll see just what kind of Pokémon this is."
TBC?
[I hope this doesn't interfere with anything planned.]
Jose L. Solano
>flipped it open, properly set it, and then explained, "Devon also builds
>PokéDexes, and theirs are designed to interface with their Poké Balls." Alex
>locked the Poké Ball into her PokéDex, then pressed a button on said PokéDex.
>As the screen flashed to life and displayed a circular download screen, Alex
>said, "In less than a minute, we'll see just what kind of Pokémon this is."
>
>TBC?
>
>[I hope this doesn't interfere with anything planned.]
[OOC: Hey, I like surprises]
"...It's an Unown," Alex said, surprised. "...And it's shiny."
"Come on, you didn't think I'd gone that low, did you?" Trent grinned,
snatching the Pokéball back. Before anyone could make any sort of smartassed
reply, Trent said, "Look, I'll level with you. I was chasing some
Ditto-guy-thing-type-person halfway around the world looking for the rest,
right? Yeah, you two were there..."
"We haven't forgotten," Kitsu said.
"Yeah, yeah... so anyway, I'm bored with this whole thing."
"Sandslash slash slash."
"You were humiliated by this... Ditto-guy-thing-type-person?" Dee asked
curiously.
"Keep your mouth shut," he muttered to Ashura. "Mimic was... more trouble
than he was worth. I'm not trying to swindle you, I just want a good deal for
it. I'm a businessman, you know."
"What kind of deal are you talking?" Alex asked. Trent clenched his teeth,
growing annoyed with her constant intervention. "Do you want money? Something
in trade?"
"Either," Trent declared with an irritated tone. He looked down at Aerie.
"You know, it's funny how Aerie's the only one here not asking questions."
"I wasn't," Keaton said.
"Shut up!"
"Make me!"
"Oh, I WILL!"
"...Sandslaaaash." Ashura stood between Trent and the angry Tauros. "Slash
slash."
"This offer isn't exclusive, you know," Trent said after a moment. "If any
one of you wants it, I'll take the best offer. Cash, goods, trades, name your
price."
"I'll make you an offer," Dee said.
TBC?
William Rendfeld
Wow. I didn't see that coming.
Jose L. Solano
>
>Wow. I didn't see that coming.
>
Not that it would be below Trent to lie about it, or anything.
Adrian Tymes
showed up, I take it?]
Jose L. Solano wrote:
> "This offer isn't exclusive, you know," Trent said after a moment. "If any
> one of you wants it, I'll take the best offer. Cash, goods, trades, name your
> price."
>
> "I'll make you an offer," Dee said.
For a moment - a short moment - Aerie wondered if the one she called her
father had become rich somehow. Visions of peaceful workers, corporate
empires on the scale of what she had heard Silph was becoming, and her
as a modern day merchant princess danced through her head...
"Your life," Dee continued, as calmly as if discussing the price of a
loaf of bread.
Trent looked at Dee, sizing him up. "I could kill you in a heartbeat."
"I've been dead before."
"So have I."
Dee morphed into Trent. "Hmm. Interesting form; I'm not sure I quite
got it right. But I can feel that you...yes, yes, you could probably
massacre almost everyone at this event within three, maybe two hours, if
you wished it. I would not be one of the dead."
"Don't be so sure. I know where to get ditto poison."
"Yes. Minax's little invention is still being marketed by Team Rocket,
isn't it? I said two or three hours; their nearest warehouse with the
stuff is further away than that, and teleport-shielded. Besides, black
market operators who get into rush delivery soon find themselves stung
by the police. Although I suppose you could steal it, but then you
would miss out on all the other bloodshed."
"What if I just kill those you care about?"
"The only one I really care about is my daughter, who would likewise
survive, and probably give you some trouble once you slew her friends.
Although I suspect she is not vicious enough to...hmm, with a claim like
yours, and the power I feel from you, you'd survive even if blasted into
cinders, am I right?"
Trent just laughed.
"I'll take that as a yes. Now, I'd just have to confine those cinders
for two weeks. I've heard there's a rocket launch complex in Hoenn that
launches every week. I doubt it'd be that hard to steal and fabricate a
booster rocket, small enough to smuggle on board the next launch; figure
another week for that. Once it's in orbit, light the booster and send
it sunwards...and, frankly, I don't care what you do up there unless
you've got some way to escape the sun's gravity."
Ashura succinctly stated the sentiments of most of those who had heard
the exchange. "SLAAAASH?!?"
Trent smiled. "Nice boast. But no dice."
'Trent' sighed, holding up a hand. "Very well. If you want cash..."
He concentrated, and a large pile of coins emerged from his flesh,
easily filling his cupped hand and starting to spill over. "This is
what I have left of the reward monies I got while embarassing my
daughter. Will this be enough?"
"Now you're talking!" Trent scooped up the coins - even the ones still
in mid-air, falling - in one swift motion, then placed the pokeball with
Vee in Dee's hand in another. "Done." He began to walk away, Ashura at
his side.
Dee closed his hand around the ball as he morphed back into himself; by
the time his transformation was complete, the ball was no longer
visible. Only then did he seem to notice the three girls and two
pokemon staring at him. "What?"
TBC?
William Rendfeld
>showed up, I take it?]
Nope.
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>He concentrated, and a large pile of coins emerged from his flesh,
>easily filling his cupped hand and starting to spill over. "This is
>what I have left of the reward monies I got while embarassing my
>daughter. Will this be enough?"
>
>"Now you're talking!" Trent scooped up the coins - even the ones still
>in mid-air, falling - in one swift motion, then placed the pokeball with
>Vee in Dee's hand in another. "Done." He began to walk away, Ashura at
>his side.
>
>Dee closed his hand around the ball as he morphed back into himself; by
>the time his transformation was complete, the ball was no longer
>visible. Only then did he seem to notice the three girls and two
>pokemon staring at him. "What?"
>
Cass shook her head, then said, "I am so glad I decided to call it quits
with my journeys years ago."
"For someone who enjoys extreme sports so much, you don't have enough of a
thrill in life," Alex noted with a smirk.
Cass pointed to one of the padded gloves she wore and said, "Safety gear,
remember? I may be a little adventurous, but I'm not stupid."
The conversation became interrupted by very audible yells from outside as
Trent cried out in pain, "AGHHH! DAMN SUNLIGHT!"
"That explains the sunglasses," ShadowWarrior noted, switching back to his
usual perch upon Alex's shoulder.
Alex gave a thoughtful 'hmm' in reply, then turned to Dee and asked, "So,
what are you going to do with that little guy?"
"I haven't thought of anything yet," Dee replied, "but something will come
to me. Now then, you said something about wanting to see the next match?"
"Yeah, I'm a little curious about that Smasher guy," Alex replied. "He's the
only one left in this tournament whose thoughts I can't sense that I haven't
seen, and I'd like to at least talk with him before it's over and see why, just
in case."
"I've been hoping to talk to him myself," Aerie noted. "No reason not to
go."
A general consensus reached, the growing group (now consisting of Dee,
Aerie, Alex, her free-roaming Pokémon, Cass, Kitsu, and Keaton) made its way
out of the Center, their business taken care of.
TBC?
(NS: I didn't see anywhere in the previous posts that Trent had put his glasses
back on, so I figured I'd put something in that particular plot hole. Hope it
was wide enough.)
Jose L. Solano
>glasses
>back on, so I figured I'd put something in that particular plot hole. Hope it
>was wide enough.)
Eh, he's forgetful like that. Makes sense.