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| Adrian Tymes 2005-10-07, 2:32 am |
| Clayton wrote:
quote:
> "Jeff I can't. If I recall right, the sign-ups are long over, and this is
> merely a
> technical delay caused by some inexplicable circumstance like possibly a referee
> strike.
> Either way, I'm too late to sign up but I'll cheer for you. And DON'T you go
> getting
> some half-cocked idea like trying to sign me up or I'll have to hurt you."
>
> The almost expectant look on the younger brother's face dropped.
>
> "Besides, you have Aerie to duel possibly and I can impart all of my sage wisdom
> on you"
>
> #You? Wisdom?# Raffy decided to chime in. #I think I missed that part
> somewhere#
>
> "Raffy have point."
>
> "What is this, gang up on me hour?"
"If it is, mind if I join in?" Aerie quipped while walking in with
registration forms.
Jeff's face dropped even further. "You're entering after all?"
Aerie ran a hand through her hair. "Just entered. Looking forward to
seeing you on the field, win or lose." She winked.
"I thought you didn't want to-"
"Kitsu and Keaton," she interrupted. "But they need someone to play
trainer. Rules are rules." She shrugged. "Not having to call out
moves has helped me before. Besides, I'm pretty sure Kitsu's got some
new moves even I don't know about yet." Shaking her head, she added,
"Although, they've upgraded their trainer database. They almost caught
that little hack job I did back at the Whirl Cup. But I talked 'em out
of looking too close, given where I placed there and at the Silver
Conference, and I'm all registered now."
#So those forms are for breeder boy?# Raffy queried.
"Yep. I've filled most of them out, although I'm not sure which
pokemon Bob wants to use. And he needs to sign them. Oh, and I've got
something for you, Mimic." She pulled out a green flag and a red flag.
Mimic blinked.
"While I was getting the forms, the officials said the registration
deadline had been extended due to a referee strike. I said I might know
someone who'd be willing, if not quite official. Since the union's
already striking, they didn't care, so long as there aren't too many
miscalls. I figured you could tap the minds of the pokemon and judge
their states."
"..." echoed from most of those present, with a chorus of #...#
Eventually, Mimic responded, "No always work on psychic or
psychic-resistant pokemon."
Aerie blinked.
"Thanks, but no certain-"
"PLEEEASE, uncle Mimic!" Aerie mimiced Jeff's Puppy Eyes technique.
"If you don't, then...then..."
quote:
> *A stage ninja pulls a TBC sign from hammerspace*
*TBC sign pulls a stage ninja from hammerspace*
quote:
> [NS: I am of course, going under the assumtion it is too late. Then again,
> he'd probably
> lie to avoid entering lest attention comes his way, like he said.
[NS: Bob might step in here. Mimic will cave in soon if Bob doesn't,
and if no other solution presents itself, but I didn't want to make that
decision for Bob. Mimic would also be willing to help Bob, if Bob wants
help.]
quote:
> On a more realistic note, when are we starting the show
[Now?
BTW, no one has any confusion as to what the FDT tag is for, right?]
quote:
> Or should
> I say,
> at the rate it's going it'll be Christmas before the show starts.]
[Well...both previous tournaments were held in December, although we
didn't have one in 2004.]
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| William Rendfeld 2005-10-07, 7:34 pm |
|
Adrian Tymes wrote:
quote:
> #So those forms are for breeder boy?# Raffy queried.
>
> "Yep. I've filled most of them out, although I'm not sure which
> pokemon Bob wants to use. And he needs to sign them. Oh, and I've got
> something for you, Mimic." She pulled out a green flag and a red flag.
>
> Mimic blinked.
>
> "While I was getting the forms, the officials said the registration
> deadline had been extended due to a referee strike. I said I might know
> someone who'd be willing, if not quite official. Since the union's
> already striking, they didn't care, so long as there aren't too many
> miscalls. I figured you could tap the minds of the pokemon and judge
> their states."
>
> "..." echoed from most of those present, with a chorus of #...#
>
> Eventually, Mimic responded, "No always work on psychic or
> psychic-resistant pokemon."
>
> Aerie blinked.
>
> "Thanks, but no certain-"
>
> "PLEEEASE, uncle Mimic!" Aerie mimiced Jeff's Puppy Eyes technique.
> "If you don't, then...then..."
>
Alex wisely chose that moment to dart out and register for the
tournament herself.
-
"I'm not going to do it," Peabody adamantly declared.
"Oh come on," Sven pleaded. "It'll be fun. Besides, when's
your next shot at actually having a chance to win a tournament?"
"Who said we have a chance?" Peabody countered as Alex walked by,
her Pok=E9mon flanking her.
"Got better chance than him," Grimlock noted. "Good Electric-type
take out his team in Kanto minute. Me not hurt by electricity, so we
golden."
"As much as I hate to admit it, he's got a point," Sven asked.
"But if one of us gets the fame and glory, then it's well worth
it."
Peabody shook his head, and said, "Where you get your logic, I have
no idea."
Alex, meanwhile, approached the front desk as the resident Nurse Joy
asked, "Here to register for the tournament, or work as a fill-in
judge?"
"Tournament registration," Alex replied as she pulled out her
Pok=E9Nav. "I've never had a good memory when it comes to rules."
Joy took the offered Pok=E9Nav and explained as she logged in Alex's
data, "Well, this isn't too difficult to grasp. In each battle,
each trainer battles with two Pok=E9mon. If one trainer's Pok=E9mon are
both defeated, then they lose the battle and are out of the tournament.
The same Pok=E9mon must be used in each round."
"Odd way of doing things," Alex noted.
"That's what I thought," Joy replied, "but according to the
committee, it adds to the challenge." She returned Alex's Pok=E9Nav
and said, "Now, which Pok=E9mon are you going to register for the
tournament?"
Alex looked to her left at Grospoliner and Daraxis, still outside their
Pok=E9 Balls. #I do not think I am ready for such an undertaking,
Alexandria,# Grospoliner declared.
Alex looked to Daraxis, who promptly said, "<I remember the last
time. No thanks, not until I'm stronger.>"
Alex had slight doubts about letting out Nadyra considering the recent
chaos with Bob, and Eye wasn't much of a battler. That just left...
"<You do not need to ask,>" Surtur assured her as she turned to
face him.
"Count us in, kid," ShadowWarrior declared from atop Surtur's
head.
Alex smiled, and said, "These two. Surtur the Blaziken, and
ShadowWarrior the Murkrow."
"That's ShadowWarrior with two double-yous," the Murkrow
explained. "Second one capitalized."
quote:
>
> *TBC sign pulls a stage ninja from hammerspace*
>
*Hammerspace hammers stage ninja with TBC sign*
quote:
>
> [Now?
>
> BTW, no one has any confusion as to what the FDT tag is for, right?]
>
[NS: No confusion on my part. Fortree Doubles Tournament.]
quote:
>
> [Well...both previous tournaments were held in December, although we
> didn't have one in 2004.]
[NS: Hopefully soon, but I'm not in a major rush.]
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| Clayton 2005-10-08, 5:32 am |
| > #So those forms are for breeder boy?# Raffy queried.
quote:
>
> "Yep. I've filled most of them out, although I'm not sure which
> pokemon Bob wants to use. And he needs to sign them. Oh, and I've got
> something for you, Mimic." She pulled out a green flag and a red flag.
>
> Mimic blinked.
>
> "While I was getting the forms, the officials said the registration
> deadline had been extended due to a referee strike. I said I might know
> someone who'd be willing, if not quite official. Since the union's
> already striking, they didn't care, so long as there aren't too many
> miscalls. I figured you could tap the minds of the pokemon and judge
> their states."
>
> "..." echoed from most of those present, with a chorus of #...#
"Wow, I was guessing," Bob muttered inaudibly.
quote:
> Eventually, Mimic responded, "No always work on psychic or
> psychic-resistant pokemon."
>
> Aerie blinked.
>
> "Thanks, but no certain-"
>
> "PLEEEASE, uncle Mimic!" Aerie mimiced Jeff's Puppy Eyes technique.
> "If you don't, then...then..."
By this moment, the temporay stupor of actually being right about the
referee strike faded and the rest of the conversation sunk in.
"And *what* was this about having forms for me?"
Muted silence followed. The juvenille pair had the decency to at least
blush and try to deny all involvement.
"Um, I'll take those. Bob won't be entering in the tournament -- too
much chaos. Now if you excuse me, I'll just borrow Mimic here for a
minute and maybe convince him to take part somehow. I'm taking as
many steps to limit the chaos as humanly possible."
"Bob no full human now."
"You get the point," he replied dryly. In fact if one looked close enough,
they could swear his eye twitched ever so slightly as he practically
dragged Mimic into an area out of physical earshot.
Back at the now trio, Raffy viewed the situation with a humourous light.
#At least Grass Man learned something!# And then the Girafarig
realized exactly what his trainer just said. #Or Not. Just don't be TOO
hard on him all right?# Raffy aked the ceiling and the heavens.
If one could hear the melodies of chaos and fate, they would be singing
a duet like nothing mortal ears had ever heard before nor would they ever
hear again.
--------
"Why Bob say Bob like Mimic?"
"Heh, thought you'd catch on." Bob said, disposing the forms in the nearby
metal trashpail. Ashes were the only thing left of them. "'Bob' isn't
entering."
And he handed the Ditto another set of forms.
"Django?"
"I did some reading. I thought it was rather appropriate. Granted my hair
isn't
white or blond, but I got most of the outfit to make it work. Want to help
me
tinker with a toy? I gotta get it to work right before the tourney."
"Why alias?"
"Um let's see," the hybrid breeder starts ticking things off. "Team Magma,
sex-crazed
female grass-types, that one gay grass-type." Bob shuddered for good
measure.
"Possibly less moral agents of Aqua, but that's paranoia talking. Um,
uber-psychics
and their warped pranks, sex-crazed pokemon of the not-grass-type, Rockets
that
might actually try to venture here just because, one alternative personality
vying for
contol of my mind, and um, did I miss anything?" Bob queried quite casually
considering
the nature of the list
The sweatdrop was a big one all right. But the immediate silence led Bob to
believe that off the top of the shapeshifter's head, he hadn't missed
anything. Or
maybe he didn't want Mimic to answer.
"So, I suppose if you want to join the battle, you can pick you partner and
join me.
Otherwise, I thought I'd use me Nintales and Dragonair. No single
weaknesses
and tough things can be softened up by a dose of confused paralysis. Though
I'm
not really sure you should considering, you know."
quote:
>
> *TBC sign pulls a stage ninja from hammerspace*
*A hammer pulls a stage ninja weilding a TBC sign from hammerspace*
quote:
again,[vbcol=seagreen]
>
> [NS: Bob might step in here. Mimic will cave in soon if Bob doesn't,
> and if no other solution presents itself, but I didn't want to make that
> decision for Bob. Mimic would also be willing to help Bob, if Bob wants
> help.]
>
>
> [Now?
>
> BTW, no one has any confusion as to what the FDT tag is for, right?]
>
>
> [Well...both previous tournaments were held in December, although we
> didn't have one in 2004.]
[NS: Huh, I didn't know that or more appropriately wasn't paying attention.
Anyway, despite the chaos it will attract, I'm choosing to enter Bob.
Adrian, If you want Mimic to join in the fighting, you have an in to get out
of reffing. Of course it might harm the potential child. Who knows?
Hopefully nothing too drastic will happen and someone crashes the thing.
After all, it's not just semi-bad guys that can use aliases, ne? Is Django
a reference to something? Maybe and it might even be appropriate.
Until then, Taiyoh!]
-------
Clayton
Moonlighting Daydreamer
Random Tagline:
Dance and hope nobody gets hurt.
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| Steffan Hedd Alun 2005-10-08, 7:32 pm |
| "You know, I'm quite looking forward to this tournament thingy," said Diego,
that Pokémon smuggler you've doubtlessly heard so much about.
"I don't remember why I agreed to this," said Lauren, the partner that you
all knew would definately be accompanying him.
"It's complicated," said Diego. "But it involved the fact that I still have
an unhatched egg, the fact that we still have a Minun belonging to a
naturist, and the fact that the only Pokémon we have are the Gulpin you have
and dislike and Density, my lovely Geodude."
"That sounds suspiciously like recapping to me," said Lauren cynically.
"Wasn't. Honest."
William Rendfeld wrote:
quote:
> Alex, meanwhile, approached the front desk as the resident Nurse Joy
> asked, "Here to register for the tournament, or work as a fill-in
> judge?"
>
> "Tournament registration," Alex replied as she pulled out her
> PokéNav. "I've never had a good memory when it comes to rules."
>
> Joy took the offered PokéNav and explained as she logged in Alex's
> data, "Well, this isn't too difficult to grasp. In each battle,
> each trainer battles with two Pokémon. If one trainer's Pokémon are
> both defeated, then they lose the battle and are out of the tournament.
> The same Pokémon must be used in each round."
>
> "Odd way of doing things," Alex noted.
>
> "That's what I thought," Joy replied, "but according to the
> committee, it adds to the challenge." She returned Alex's PokéNav
> and said, "Now, which Pokémon are you going to register for the
> tournament?"
>
> Alex smiled, and said, "These two. Surtur the Blaziken, and
> ShadowWarrior the Murkrow."
>
> "That's ShadowWarrior with two double-yous," the Murkrow
> explained. "Second one capitalized."
As Alex turned around, she saw two people whom she vaguely recognised.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?" she asked.
"Another tournament, probably," said a short, fat, red-haired man.
Alex seemed troubled by this. "The...Silver Conference, was it?"
"Yes, that's the one," cut in the taller woman.
Secretly, Lauren had a strong desire to get away from this girl. Alex's
height alone was unnerving, but Lauren had just remembered from where she
recognised them.
"The SS Tidal!" said Alex. "You're smugglers."
Diego grinned. "That's right!" He coughed. "We're here at last-"
"Stop it, Diego," said Lauren. "One more attempt at the motto, and I swear
it'll be your last." She turned to Alex, and knew she had no chance of
fixing Diego's revelation. "Yes, we're smugglers. I'm telling you this
because we currently can't be convicted of anything, so I wouldn't bother
getting too paranoid if I were you."
Diego nudged her. "Except that Minun we stole," he corrected her.
"Oh, yes," said Lauren. "We did steal a Minun, but we're trying to find the
owner to return it. Haven't seen her, have you? Red hair, green eyes?"
"And naked," added Diego.
"Name's Lauren, by the way," said Lauren. "I like your Murkrow. Do all
your Pokémon talk?"
TBC?
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| William Rendfeld 2005-10-08, 11:32 pm |
|
Steffan Hedd Alun wrote:
quote:
> William Rendfeld wrote:
>
> As Alex turned around, she saw two people whom she vaguely recognised.
>
> "Have I seen you somewhere before?" she asked.
>
> "Another tournament, probably," said a short, fat, red-haired man.
>
> Alex seemed troubled by this. "The...Silver Conference, was it?"
>
> "Yes, that's the one," cut in the taller woman.
>
> Secretly, Lauren had a strong desire to get away from this girl. Alex's
> height alone was unnerving, but Lauren had just remembered from where she
> recognised them.
>
> "The SS Tidal!" said Alex. "You're smugglers."
>
> Diego grinned. "That's right!" He coughed. "We're here at last-"
>
> "Stop it, Diego," said Lauren. "One more attempt at the motto, and I swe=
ar
quote:
> it'll be your last." She turned to Alex, and knew she had no chance of
> fixing Diego's revelation. "Yes, we're smugglers. I'm telling you this
> because we currently can't be convicted of anything, so I wouldn't bother
> getting too paranoid if I were you."
>
> Diego nudged her. "Except that Minun we stole," he corrected her.
>
> "Oh, yes," said Lauren. "We did steal a Minun, but we're trying to find =
the
quote:
> owner to return it. Haven't seen her, have you? Red hair, green eyes?"
>
> "And naked," added Diego.
>
> "Name's Lauren, by the way," said Lauren. "I like your Murkrow. Do all
> your Pok=E9mon talk?"
>
Alex cast ShadowWarrior a sly look and said, "Only one I'm aware
of." Turning her attention back to Lauren and Diego, she added, "I
don't think we were properly introduced last time. Alex."
"<Again we socialize with unsavory elements,>" Surtur noted with
disdain. "<You'd think we would have learned by now.>"
"We've survived so far," Alex replied. Gesturing with her hand to
indicate height, she turned back to the two smugglers and asked "By
the way, this redheaded nudist didn't happen to be 'bout this tall
and have a hairclip and fanny pack, did she?"
"Yeah!" Diego exclaimed. "How'd you know?"
"She's sitting in there eating," Alex explained, pointing towards
the commissary. "She's wearing a long Obscure Logo=99 t-shirt that
goes down to about mid-thigh, and she's got a Swablu perched on her
head." Noticing their blank looks, she further explained, "It's a
small blue bird with cottony wings. Be warned, I think it's got
OCD."
"We'll make a note of that," Lauren said. "Could we make with
the registry, please?"
"Oh, sorry," Alex said, stepping aside. "Go ahead."
The two Rockets moved to register, leaving the two Aquas to gather with
their former charge. "You seem to have a fondness for not moving
against people who don't quite operate under the law," Peabody
noted.
"They haven't done anything to me personally, and they haven't
broken any laws that I'm aware of," Alex noted. "So long as they
do not actively hinder me, I shall leave them be."
"Better evil you know than evil you not know," Grimlock sagely
agreed with a nod of his craggy head.
"Besides, I'm not the law in this town," Alex added. "And
I've got enough to worry about."
Alex walked off, her Pok=E9mon in tow, leaving Sven to ask, "Where are
you going?"
"Bed," Alex replied. "I've got a long day ahead tomorrow."
TBC
[NS: OCD =3D Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Don't know the full details,
but I know Howard Hughes had it. Most creepy.]
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| Adrian Tymes 2005-10-08, 11:32 pm |
| Clayton wrote:
quote:
> The sweatdrop was a big one all right. But the immediate silence led Bob to
> believe that off the top of the shapeshifter's head, he hadn't missed
> anything. Or
> maybe he didn't want Mimic to answer.
>
> "So, I suppose if you want to join the battle, you can pick you partner and
> join me.
> Otherwise, I thought I'd use me Nintales and Dragonair. No single
> weaknesses
> and tough things can be softened up by a dose of confused paralysis. Though
> I'm
> not really sure you should considering, you know."
Mimic frowned. "Would rather judge."
Bob blinked. "Okay..."
"Sorry. Just...Aerie maybe make peace, enter as self, but Mimic prefer
no violence. Still, will judge - maybe head something off." The
blue-haired one smiled. "Besides, striking referees maybe very angry
whoever breaks line. This face maybe no exist ever again once current
need gone."
"Alright. I should get these forms in before the deadline. Cover my
exit, will you?"
Mimic nodded. "Sure thing."
---
Jeff and Aerie were hugging and blushing under Raffy's queries when
Mimic returned. "Hey! So, are you going to referee?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Great! I'll have to thank Bob."
"Oh, that not primarily what Bob wanted to talk about."
"Huh? But I thought-"
"Lover's chat."
The facefaults and other distractions that immediately ensued, provided
a moment's cover - long enough for Bob to dash past, without being
noticed by any save Mimic and Raffy. So focussed on his task was Bob,
that his own verbal processing and subsequent facefault did not come
until he was safely past.
quote:
>
> *A hammer pulls a stage ninja weilding a TBC sign from hammerspace*
*A stage ninja opens his ninjaspace, and a torrent of TBC signs comes
out to hammer things*
quote:
> Random Tagline:
> Dance and hope nobody gets hurt.
[NS: Sumo's prom strategy?]
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| Clayton 2005-10-09, 7:32 pm |
| > Mimic frowned. "Would rather judge."
quote:
>
> Bob blinked. "Okay..."
>
> "Sorry. Just...Aerie maybe make peace, enter as self, but Mimic prefer
> no violence. Still, will judge - maybe head something off." The
> blue-haired one smiled. "Besides, striking referees maybe very angry
> whoever breaks line. This face maybe no exist ever again once current
> need gone."
>
> "Alright. I should get these forms in before the deadline. Cover my
> exit, will you?"
>
> Mimic nodded. "Sure thing."
>
> ---
>
> Jeff and Aerie were hugging and blushing under Raffy's queries when
> Mimic returned. "Hey! So, are you going to referee?"
>
> "Mm-hmm."
>
> "Great! I'll have to thank Bob."
>
> "Oh, that not primarily what Bob wanted to talk about."
>
> "Huh? But I thought-"
>
> "Lover's chat."
>
> The facefaults and other distractions that immediately ensued, provided
> a moment's cover - long enough for Bob to dash past, without being
> noticed by any save Mimic and Raffy. So focussed on his task was Bob,
> that his own verbal processing and subsequent facefault did not come
> until he was safely past.
And boy it was a doozy. In fact the faint spiderweb cracks in the floor was
a testament to the pure force of the Delayed Blast Facefault. Bob painfully
picked himself upoff the ground, citing to the random observer that
he tripped on a random thing and fell fast and flat on his face.
"Well it worked I'll give him that," Bob noted dryly with a touch of pain.
"And on that note I am off to bed."
As the hybrid breeder strolled past the trio of apparent humans and one
Girafarig, Bob bad them a token goo dnight before heading for the area
he had previously staked out for a high-energy power sleep. After the
chaos of recently, a night's rest that didn't involve sleeping with one
eye open was a good one.
quote:
>
> *A stage ninja opens his ninjaspace, and a torrent of TBC signs comes
> out to hammer things*
*A hammer performs the Harem Jutsu, turning into a crowd of well-endowed
TBC signs*
quote:
>
> [NS: Sumo's prom strategy?]
[NS: Maybe]
-------
Clayton
Random Tagline:
Make love like you don't need the money.
| |
| Steffan Hedd Alun 2005-10-09, 7:32 pm |
| William Rendfeld wrote:
quote:
> "We've survived so far," Alex replied. Gesturing with her hand to
> indicate height, she turned back to the two smugglers and asked "By
> the way, this redheaded nudist didn't happen to be 'bout this tall
> and have a hairclip and fanny pack, did she?"
>
> "Yeah!" Diego exclaimed. "How'd you know?"
>
> "She's sitting in there eating," Alex explained, pointing towards
> the commissary. "She's wearing a long Obscure LogoT t-shirt that
> goes down to about mid-thigh, and she's got a Swablu perched on her
> head." Noticing their blank looks, she further explained, "It's a
> small blue bird with cottony wings. Be warned, I think it's got
> OCD."
>
> "We'll make a note of that," Lauren said. "Could we make with
> the registry, please?"
>
> "Oh, sorry," Alex said, stepping aside. "Go ahead."
>
> The two Rockets moved to register, leaving the two Aquas to gather with
> their former charge.
"Your acting could do with a bit of polish," noted Diego as they waited for
their forms.
"I wasn't acting," said Lauren. "I told her the truth - including our real
names - and got the information we needed."
"I thought our real names were Annie and Oak-" Diego began
"Don't be cheeky," snapped Lauren.
"So," said Diegom, admiringly. "The truth is the new lying." He considered
pointing out that although Lauren had been completely honest about her
motivation, she had been putting on a rather strange accent. He thought
better of it.
"Give us some forms," said Lauren when Nurse Joy arrived to serve them.
"Competing or judging?" Joy asked.
Lauren seemed offended. "We're the notorious Team Rocket duo Lauren and
Diego. Do we look like referees?"
"There was a referee a few years back who-"
"Give us our forms."
Lauren accepted a pile of paper and filled them in quickly, lying about any
point that required too much thought. She handed them back.
"Thanks...Reverend Lauren Di Ego IV," said Joy, checking the form. She made
a mental note to contact the Fortree police station and, if she had time,
the Verdanturf Mental Asylum.
TBC?
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