From: Pikoo (pokeball49@aol.com)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Prologue 
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
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Date: 1999/07/26 


Rumiko sighed deeply as she came over a hill in the road to see
Celadon city before her.  

Laria: Yeah, Rumiko, the city changed. Get over it.

She was surprised to find that seeing home
did not make her feel very happy.  She had never left home before
this.  

Sand: Nature calling?
*Shadowcat clobbers Sand with an inflatable baseball bat*
Sand: Owch.

Always she expected that she would miss her bustling city and
the lovely gym she trained at.  

Laria: 'Bustling' city? *murfles uncontrollably*
Pikoo: Don't you EVEN.

She expected that her heart would
dance for joy inside her when she returned.  
Sand: *sings* Hearts don't dance, they simply lay around...
*Everyone else ignores Sand*

Now though, her heart
weighed down on her like a cold stone, as if it were dead.

Laria: Maybe it is.
Shadowcat: Purr-haps...*prepares to smack Sand with a Mew if he says anything*
Sand: Eep!


Celadon was busier than usual, with lights keeping the city bright
despite the setting sun and loud music echoing through the streets.

Pikoo: *yells* Someone turn down that music! I'm TRYING to MST here!

Rumiko recalled someone mentioning "PokeStock" back in Fuscia city.

Sand: That looks like fun.
*Shadowcat holds up the Mew*
Sand: Eep! again.

She made her way through the city using the back roads in order to
avoid the crowds.  At the moment, she did not want to risk running
into anyone she knew.  

Laria: (imitating Rumiko) I don't want my paparazzi to see me.

She felt too miserable.  She had been alone
since she left Fuscia almost two weeks ago and she was feeling rather
comfortable that way. 

Sand: All she needed-
*Shadowcat smacks Sand with the Mew*
Sand. Owch.

For a long time now, Rumiko had been avoiding people so much that it
seemed she had even lost contact with herself.  She felt numb, unable
to stir any feelings in herself or even know what she was supposed to
be feeling.  At first, she had not believed it, when she read in the
news about a young woman who had been found dead in the wilderness,
murdered.  

Sand: And the Victreebel did it!
*Pikoo and Laria thwock Sand with a desk*
Sand: Ow!

A woman who had been identified as the daughter of an 
important Pokemon doctor in Fuscia.    It was undeniable, however,
that the woman was Karasu.  

Shadowcat: Wow. Undeniable. That's strong. *stretches her long legs, ignoring
Sand's comments*

Though Karasu's family had no idea who Rumiko was, she traveled to
Fuscia and located them.  Still, she had been too late for the
funeral.  But there was Karasu's grave, with a small plaque in the
graveyard with nothing more than her name and her birth and death
years.  

Pikoo: Isn't that what's usually there?
Sand: I would guess so...
All: (except Sand) Shut up Sand.

No one would remember Karasu for what she wanted to be known
as, a great Pokemon trainer, but not a run-of-the-mill one.  Karasu's
dream had been twisted, to be infamous for her thievery.  When Rumiko
saw that plaque and thought this, she finally admitted to herself that
Karasu was really gone.  Misery took hold of her then.

Laria: (imitating Rumiko) Let go of me, Misery. I don't want you.

Karasu's family had been kind and let Rumiko stay with them for a
while as she dealt with her sorrow.  

Sand: *cries* A touching moment.
Laria: *hugs Sand* It's okay-YIPE!
Sand: Talk about touching moments....*murfles*
*Pikoo smacks Sand with a Meowth*
Sand: Owch.

They would not talk about
Karasu's attempt at becoming her own sort of Pokemon master; not even
to tell Rumiko what had happened to Karasu's Pokemon.  Finally, she
found out on her own from the local police that they had not been with
Karasu.  Apparently, the were stolen by the murderer.

Shadowcat: Something give you the feeling it was Team Rocket?
Pikoo: Yep.

Now Rumiko found herself entering the gym.  It was quiet since it was
very late by this point.  

Shadowcat: I should be in bed. *yawns*

She quickly made her way to her room, only
nodding slightly to the other trainers who greeted her on the way,
trying to welcome her back as cheerfully as possible.  

*Laria releases a bunch of Glooms to strengthen the gloomy mood*
Pikoo: Yuk! Put those back or I'll call out Muk.
*Laria calls back the bunch of Glooms*

She entered her
small room, letting her travel pack slip from her shoulders to the
floor and lay heavily on her futon.  The room smelled musty from lack
of air.  

Laria: (imitating Rumiko) I can't breathe!

Tomorrow, Rumiko thought, I will go back to training.  That will help
me feel better.  

Sand: *snickers*
*Pikoo smacks Sand with a loose chair*
Sand: Ow!

She closed her eyes tightly against tears suddenly formed in them and
began to run down the sides of her face.  
Laria: It's raining! Everyone get out your umbrellas! *pulls hers out*

Something seemed wrong.  She
felt that it was wrong to just go back to life, to try to make
everything normal again.  A new feeling was stirring inside her.  

Shadowcat: *yawns* I won't say it.
Sand: It was-
*Pikoo smacks Sand with a Persian*
Sand: Owch.

She
thought about Karasu, about her dying without having completed her
goals, of the Pokemon that she had loved, even though she had stolen
many of them, in the hands of her murderer.  Most of all, she thought
of that murderer running free, with no fear of the police.  Probably
Team Rocket, the police had told her.  
Pikoo: We know it's not Jessie and James, then. They're too...er...
Laria: Don't say it.
Pikoo: I won't.

Someone clever enough not to
leave any clues as to his or her identity.  
Laria: Wow! For once, a criminal with a clue!
Sand: Isn't the criminal usually not clueless?
*Pikoo smacks Sand with a Persian*
Sand: Owch.

They doubted this person
would ever be brought to justice.

Rumiko was angry, and the feeling she had was something she never
could have imagined feeling before.  She struggled with it a moment,
feeling guilty of it.  

Pikoo: Has the jury reached a verdict? *looks at Shadowcat, Sand and Laria, who
are playing paddleball* I said-oh never mind.

Finally she admitted to herself what it was.
Hate.  

Sand: WAHHHH! I want my mommy! The girlie said hate!
Laria: Shut up Sand.

Such an intense hate, that only one thing could possibly quell
it. 

Rumiko sighed, her mind was made up.  
Shadowcat: What makeup does it use? That looks positively HIDEOUS!

Karasu had always begged her to
leave Celadon, to travel together.  It was a shame, she thought, that
it was not until now that she would take Karasu's advice.

Pikoo: *yawns* Took her long enough.

Finally, Rumiko fell asleep.
  

)<+Pikoo+>(
*starts twitching in her sleep and singing* The Pikas are coming, hurray
hurray, the Pikas are coming, hurray, hurray.....*wakes up* 

I is a Pika. I is a Pika. I is a Pika.
(all of the above courtesy of PikaPika Siggy Service)


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