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nya_chan	Jun 20 2007, 06:41 PM
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...) Posts: 749 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: December 14, 2006	Whoo, update spree. XP -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Chapter 36 "Okay! Let's head up to Mt. Pyre!" "But doesn't 'pyre' mean 'fire' in Greek or Latin or Swahili or something?" "Maybe it's Portuguese." The Aqua Grunt who seemed to be "in charge" of the motley crew containing only three Aqua-nites, scowled. "Swahili? Who cares! We're going to take over the world, then flood it! That's--" "I get it! If the world floods, we and our mighty WATER-types will rule all, and we'll be able to choose what language everyone speaks. Let's speak Esperanto!" "No! What about that one country where Karl Marx was from?" "Quiet!" yelled the "leader." "We're not talking about languages! We're talking about marching up there and stealing that BLUE ORB!" "RED ORB." "Whatever. I can never remember which. It seems like it should be one, but it never i-- Where am I going with this? C'mon men, we're storming the ghost-infested mountain!" "Just the three of us then?" The guy in charge chose not to listen, and headed out towards the monolithic chuck of rock in the middle of the lake. Grudgingly, the other two followed. That was when I allowed myself to burst out laughing in a fit of hysterics. Route 120 had been a breeze. I'd gotten an Absol on the way, so poor "MIDNITE" had to vacation to the PC. Forever, more likely than not. Maybe it was more along the lines of forced retirement. Regardless, I had a new addition to the team. That meant training. Finally free of Routes 121 and 122, I finally set foot in Lilycove. After stopping by the creeped out by the Nurse at the PokeCenter (as usual) I stopped off by the Department Store. Of course, whenever I think my life is going well for a change, reality smacks me upside the head with pillowcase full of lead pipes. "Hey, APRIL," said Brendan pleasantly. "I see you're doing the girl thing and going to the DEPARTMENT STORE right off the bat." I smiled sweetly. "And I see you're doing the Brendan thing and returning to your natural snide self. And I stopped by the PokeCenter first, smart one." "Pff. Like you're on to talk about being snide." "Hey, I know who I am. So are you here for a purpose or are you just a creepy stalker that follows people that they like but know they have no chance of landing?" "H-hey, wai-- Lies!" he exclaimed. "I--uh...." "You're failing to impress me. Move or I'll step on you." "N-no," he said firmly. "I have to battle you. You can't defy the PTB forever." "As if. I'll fight them as long as I have breath in my body. Though that might not be too long if they keep making me run instead of using the marvelous invention known as bike." "'Fight 'til you drop'?" "Something like that. Only replace 'fight' with 'shop'. Move. I'm thirsty and I want a Lemonade." Brendan snickered. "You think that's funny White Head?" I snapped. "Move or I will step on you. I mean it." He snorted. "Step on this." One flash of bright light later, a Slugma appeared. "That would be quite painful, yet," I sent out Mudkip, "when will you ever learn?" After Slugma solidified (as was the norm), Mudkip made a point of stepping on the solid rock several times. I knew I liked him from the start. Minun also kept his place as a favorite of mine. The Water/Flying Pelipper never knew what hit him. Things took a turn for the repetitive... again. Tropius was next in Brendan's line-up. I sent out Absol in response. "You totally riped that off Winona," I jeered. He scowled, and ordered the Tropius to attack. I never found out what the attack was. Tropius was so slow, Razor Wind knocked it out. And Razor Wind takes two turns to set up, too.... Huffing, Brendan sent out his final Pokemon, Grovyle. It didn't even last as long as Tropius. Recalling the pile of leaves that seemed to have been run over by a lawn mower, Brendan sighed. "At least you battled...." "And why are you so concerned about my well-being?" He glared at me. "I know you know the answer to that." I smiled mischeviously. "Perhaps...." Grumbiling, Brendan walked away, having nothing else to say. Possibly feeling sorry for him, I changed my focus to the sheer ginormosity of the building in front of me. Yet as soon as I entered and heard the muzak, I fled to the Rooftop Square. I had been serious about getting that Lemonade. One "clang" later, I had my Lemonade in hand. Just about to take a sip, someone spoke up, "It's only for POKeMON." I glared at the speaker, lowering the can. "Say what, Lady? I'm thirsty. I've been running around for the past several hours. I deserve a rest. Can't I have something to drink?" She shook her head. "It's for POKeMON," she repeated. "I want to drink the damn Lemonade," I whined like a toddler who had too large of a vocabulary for someone her age. "I'm thirsty." "It's for POKeMON," she said sternly. "Like fun it is," I replied, but quietly, so she couldn't hear. Putting the brightly colored can in my fanny pack, the PTB proceeded to buy another 98 cans worth of the stuff. 15 minutes later, I was finally out of the building. "Brendan was too easy," I moaned. "I need a Gym to demolish or something. Why is there only a stupid contest hall here?" I continued down towards the beach. Close examination of some of the stones revealed a Heart Scale. Into the fanny pack it went, bending all known and unknown laws of physics as it did. Farther along, an Aqua Grunt was shouting directions to Wailmer. "Now up! Out of the water! Okay, back down. Roll over. Now leap through that hoop over there." I tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump roughly six yards into the air. "What was that for!" he screeched. "There is no hoop," I told him. "Nimrod." "Well, a guy can dream can't he? I'm practising for SeaWorld." "You realize that once you're there you can't come back out, right?" He pointed to a rock face with his thumb. "Gotta be better than staying in that Hideout over there." Realizing what he had said, he clapped his hands over his mouth. "I wasn't supposed to say that...." "Yeah, all sorts of 'jeniuses' on Team Aqua, aren't there? Like those guys who--" Of course. I had forgotten to go to Mt. Pyre. I swore, but the Grunt didn't notice. It seemed the gesture with his thumb had been some sort of motion for the Wailmer. Like sheep, they surged towards the Hideout at high speeds. "No! Stop!" he yelled. "Don't--!" But I, as so many times before, was not listening; I was running away. Back to Route 122, needing to deal with even more idiots. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Erm... don't ask about the language thing. >.<


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