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Date Posted: 23:24:20 03/11/01 Sun
Scyther looked up from his corner. "What's with the 'deep thoughts' look? he asked. Angel blinked.
"Huh?"
"You look thoughtfull. Plotting some evil deed or other?"
"Who, me?" angel said. "Not really. I was just thinking about having a bake sale."
Now it was Scythers turn to blink. "Did I hear that right? You're WHAT??"
"You know, cakes and bread and stuff. I've never been to one."
"Wait a minuite... do YOU intend to do any cooking?" Scvyther asked, suddenly aprehensive.
"Yeah, of course." Angel replied. Scyther shuddered.
"That's too cruel, even for you." Angel gave scyther a side-long look.
"What you got against my cooking?" she asked.
"Everything." Scyther replied.
"Alright then, what do YOU suggest we do?"
At that point, one of Angel's pokeballs activated itself. Houndour appeared.
"Houndour houn?" It said.
"I doubt that would work, and besides, theres no point." Angel replied.
"Houndour!"
"All right, besides inflicting vast ammounts of pain."
"Besides." Scyther replied, "It's unimaginative."
Another pokeball activated itself. Jolteon appeared.
"Jolt jolt jolt!" It said.
Angel blinked. "That's too cruel, even for me. And I was willing to make them eat my cooking."
Scyther cringed. "That song is just..."
Everyone fell to thinking.
The silent moment was broken by the sudden ringin of the phone. Unlike most phones, this one said 'ringringring, pick up the damn phone, 'ringringring, pick up the damn phone' Angel did just that. The screen remained blank, coming up with a screen that red 'Audio only'.
"Hello?"
"Hello. It's Crow."
"Hey bro, what's up?"
"Nothing much. I just learnt something I thought you might be interested in knowing."
"The English PM scratch is arse again?"
"Haha, no. There's an artifact being shipped into Vermillion in a weeks time. A very strange artifact, bound for Celadon city."
Angel gave the blank screen a confused look. "Define." she said.
"No one seems to know just what this thing was for. The person studdying it previously burnt most of his notes and left. The men who took it to the docks tried to kill each other. On the first ship it was aboard, the only people who didn't kill themselves were the three female crew members. The ship it's on now has an all female crew, and so far all reports have been a-ok. The assumption is that, whatever it is, it doesn't seem to go down to well with men."
Angel grinned. "Crow, I have GOT to have this thing."
"I thought you'd like it. Good luck trying to get to it, is all I'll say. They keep it guarded."
"We can do it. What's the thing look like?"
"The only clear report on appearance I've gotten claims it looks like an obsidian starmee that you can hold in your hand. It also suposedly has an emerald set in it, although..." there was the sound of shuffling papers. "This one says it was a thing with a ruby in the middle. It could be innacurate though."
"I want details." Angel said. "Who, when, why, how, who's recieving it on the other end, everything."
"I'm faxing them as we speek." came the reply. Angel looked over at the fax-machiene as it began to hum.
"Thanks."
"No sweat. See you at christmas."
"Say hello to the others for me, hey? Later." Angel said, before hanging up on Crow, her brother. She grined mannically.
"Jolt jolt joltjoltjolt jolt, joltjolt jolt joltjolt joltjoltjolt jolt jolt jolt jolt?"
Angel grinned at Jolteon. "I couldn't have said it better myself. Let's get this show on the road!"
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