Note: All names and descriptions of the Sisters were taken from part 3 of the
electric tale of Pikachu. So blame whoever translated the bloody thing.
The blame for the concept behind this fic may be laid at the door of Angus
McSpon and I'll take the rap for writing it. Now that we all know who to
blame, let's get on with the show. Apologies for the shortness, of the fic,
my muse did a hit and run.
C&C (Public or Private) appreciated,
--Komodo.
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Cold/No Air/Cold/Shock/Wind/
Akane fell to her knees onto the floor as the thunderclap rang in her ears,
her breath coming in short gasps.
"Akane?" She heard Ranma say. Akane couldn't answer as she tried to draw air
into her lungs.
"What happened?" She heard Brock say from far away.
"She wasn't braced for the portal," even Kasumi sounded far away as Akane
spiraled into blackness.
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"Akane!" Ranma shouted as he fell to his knees, cradling the girl's head in
his lap. "Akane! Speak to me!"
"Relax, Ranma," Kasumi said as she knelt next to him. She looked a little
pale, he noticed.
"Is she okay?" Brock and Ash were leaning on each other and looked awful.
"She'll be fine," Kasumi assured them as she checked Akane's vitals. "But she
needs to rest. We all do."
"I think we can make it back to Cerulean City," Brock said.
"We have to," Ranma said he stood up. "We have to."
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Officer Jenny of Cerulean City sighed as she watched workmen rebuilding the
city. The Pokemon gone rampant, it was a nightmare.
The anti-Pokemon fanatics were having a field day. Largely unheard by the
general populace, they were a group of religious zealots who insisted Pokemon
were nothing but demons who would one day turn on all of humanity. Now that
it had apparently happened, they were attracting followers by the hundreds.
"Of all the doomsayers, they had to be proven right." She muttered to herself
as she leaned on her cycle, removing her uniform cap, she ran a hand through
her hair. Her cousins were all relating similar problems in their cities. It
was bad.
Ruefully, she looked up at the glass towers as the light of the setting sun
glinted off them. Another day survived. Stretching, she moved out to the
center of the road leading out of town and turned to take in the orange and
pink clouds. She liked sunsets, they always seemed so peaceful.
She started back towards the city when she noticed something on the horizon.
As she watched, it resolved itself into four figures and one of them appeared
to be carrying something.
"Wha'cha lookin at?" said a voice from over her shoulder. Jenny jumped and
turned to see one of the workmen.
"That," she replied, pointing at the four figures coming out of the sunset.
"More refugees?"
"Probably," Jenny said as she reached for her radio. "This is Jenny. I got
what appears to be four refugees comin in with possibly a fifth who appears
to be injured."
"That's a roger. Send 'em to the Center."
"Roger that. Over and Out."
"Hey Moe!" The workman yelled over his shoulder at his fellow workmen. "Grab
Cur and Lee and come take a look at this!"
"What?" Bellowed the second workman as he came over followed by the other
two. "Larry, we got better things ta do."
"Yeah I know," Larry replied as he pointed, "but look, refugees."
"They got hit by Pokemon?"
"Probably," Jenny said as she went for her medical kit.
"Poor bastards. Wonder what got them?"
"Probably some Hitmonchans."
"Just cause yours-"
"Don't you start. . ."
"Hey ya mooks!" Moe snapped as he whapped both Cur and Lee on the back of
their heads. "Pipe down!"
"But Cur-"
"I said pipe down!" Moe yelled and whapped Lee on the head again.
"Ouch!"
As the fight among the workmen began to escalate, Jenny continued to watch
the approaching figures. It was then she noticed that the wind was blowing,
bringing with it the smell of the sea. It was a refreshing smell, like rain
had just fallen, and for the first time in nearly a month, she felt a sense
of hope.
Finally, the travelers were close enough for her to make out details. She
recognized Ash and Brock, but there were two others. One was a boy, dressed
in loose fitting clothing carrying a girl with black hair. The other was a
girl, well, a woman really. She had long brown hair which was worn in a
braided ponytail and wore hiking clothes.
"Ash?" Jenny asked as they passed by, a dozen questions all rolled into a
single word.
"Yeah Jenny," he said, flashing her a tired grin. "we found her." Then they
were past and all Jenny could do was stare.
"Uh? Jenny?" She heard Larry voice. "That girl, the one being carried? Was
that. . ." Jenny could only nod.
"I think so, yes."
Then Jenny did something she hadn't done in a while,
She prayed.
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Daisy, eldest of the four sisters of Cerulean City, sighed as she looked at
her terminal. Fighting failing generators, the Centers and Gyms that were
still functional were sending text based reports. Because Cerulean, which was
one of the few which used the power of the tides to generate its electricity,
all reports were being sent to them.
So far, the only good news was that reports of Pokemon crashing through towns
had dropped off to the point of nothing, which meant that they could start
rebuilding. Leaning back in her chair, she looked up at what was the renowned
Cerulean Pokemon Aquarium, now a jumble of broken glass and water.
Now all they had to do was deal with the refugees.
"What's the news?" Jenny turned to look at the woman behind her. Doctor
Emana, Cerulean's top Pokemon researcher, was a handsome woman, her graying
hair tied up in a bun. Her green eyes, once which once, sparkled and were
filled with life, were tired and dead. Uneasily, Daisy noticed the bags under
her eyes. They had all seen more then enough pain and suffering to last
several lifetimes.
"The attacks have slacked off to almost nothing, but the refugees are still
coming in." Daisy's mouth thinned to a hard line. "And those damn
anti-Pokemon freaks are advocating mass genocide of all Pokemon!"
"Now don't take it so hard," Emana said as she laid her hand on Daisy's should
er. "We have to have faith that it will all work out in the end."
"Don't tell me you believe the Trio will manage to save the day again," Daisy
groaned. "One of them is missing, remember?
Ash, Brock, and Misty had, for better or worse, been elevated to an almost
religious status by Pokemon Trainers. Their exploits were legend, and their
success unparalleled. Many referred to them as the Trio, and had come calling
when a problem arose that defied all other attempts to solve it.
Then Misty had started having those weird dreams and left, cutting the Trio
down to two.
Then when the current crisis had arisen, Brock and Ash had taken off to find
Misty, even though she had quite clearly insisted that she didn't want to be
found.
Not for the first time, Daisy wondered what Misty's real name was. The poor
girl, when they had found her sitting by the roadside, her clothing in
tatters, had been in a state of shock. They had named her Misty, after one of
the great Pokemon trainers of old, a woman who came into town like mist, and
just as quickly faded.
"You have to have faith dear." Emana said firmly.
"Faith? Mother, Misty is gone!"
"Faith," Said a female voice behind her, "and you know, it really bugged me
that you never had any in me." Daisy slowly turned. Leaning on the ruined
remains of the counter was a young woman, dressed in hiking clothes, her chin
in her hand. She looked like she hadn't had any sleep in days, but her eyes
were twinkling.
"Mis. . .ty. . .?" Daisy started to speak and then trailed off.
"I mean," the young woman continued, "sisters always stick together,
right?" "I told you to have faith." Emana said, not without a trace of
smugness.
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Violet, the second eldest of the Four Sisters, carefully closed the door
leading to the guest room and looked at her family.
"How are they?" Asked their father, a tall, powerfully built man in his late
fifties.
"Passed out wherever there was room," Violet reported, "all five of them."
"I wonder where they found her?" Lilly, the third of the Sisters asked.
"I'm more interested in who the other two are," Daisy grumbled. "Didn't she
say anything?"
"Nope," Violet shook her head as she sat down. "She said she'd explain
everything later."
"How helpful," Lily observed sourly. "Meanwhile, we have messages pouring in
asking if its true that Misty has been found, what am I supposed to tell
them?"
No one had an answer for her.