Pokemon World Online Login 9: Dare to Dream Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon or Aura, who is owned by Moya. Well, I left you guys on a cliffhanger last time MWAHAHAHA. Oh, and I hope you like how the plot is starting to come together now. It seems PWO is starting to infect my dreams as the past two nights I have dreamt of PWO, which is quite weird. Without further ado, here we go. ooo “Why were you looking for me?” Twilmer asked in amazement as she looked up with wide-eyed wonderment at the swordswoman who stood over her. Aura was the only gamer to willingly turn down being in the top ten gamers. The top ten were the top level gamers, 6 of which were level 100. Aura had left the top ten and regulated her level so that she wouldn’t enter their ranks again. Twilmer was unsure as to why, but she didn’t really care either. All she knew was that a high level swordswoman was standing over her and her party was short an attacking member. “I was hoping to join your party,” Aura said as she rested the blade of one of her katanas on her shoulder. Twilmer was taken by the sight of her. “I hope I don’t offend you by asking, but why?” Twilmer asked, finding no reason why such a powerful gamer would want to join her little rag-tag group of low level misfits. “I’ll keep my reasons to myself, but I wish to help you discover how to fix this glitch, plus I haven’t had anything interesting to do in quite some time,” Aura smirked. Sparia had walked over to Aura and was looking at Victoria as if the Weavile's power could never compare to hers. Victoria growled and made a very rude gesture with her middle claw. "Let's go to where the rest of our party is before we have a situation on our hands...paws...wings...claws...whatever we have." Twilmer jumped as she was sent a PWO mail. "Hmm, seems Emily23 has returned to our meeting place with...new duds?" Twilmer closed the mail and blenched at the idea of Emily23's new outfit. The two made thier way to the alley where Helium was examining differant weeds and Emily23 was spinning her pole; Bunneary failing to spin her stick the way Emily23 spun her pole. Max yawned. "Dear lord, Em! You look like the playboy bunny...playboy bunneary?" Twilmer covered her eyes. "What, this? I like this," Emily23 said, indicating her new outfit. She was wearing cream colored boots, a cream colored skort with a Bunneary tail attached to the back, a tight-fitting brown tanktop, brown gloves that came to her mid arm, and Bunneary ears on her head. "Helium likes it too, don't you?" "I really don't want to state my opinion at this moment in time," Helium said as he stole cautious glances from both girls, both of which were giving him death glares. "I can see that this group is really," Aura took in Emily23's new atire, the yawning slowpoke, the pink robed man playing with weeds, the gloom who was sniffing a crack on the sidewalk, the Weavile who was currently having a heated arguement with her Sparia, and the Pichu-turned admin slapping her forehead, "colorful, I suppose is the right word." Aura sounded very amused at the situation. "Now you see what I've been dealing with," Twilmer grumped, crossing her arms across her tiny chest. "There's another freak on our party, but he's a disobediant prick and left us. He'll come crying back to our party though, mark my words." "Consider them marked," Aura said, holding back a laugh. She was usually very serious, but it was hard to deny a small giggle from escaping her lips at the ridiculous party the admin had gotten herself. "Perhaps I will enjoy being on a party for once." Aura spoke truthfully. "Yay, a new member!" Emily23 began to twirl around in place. "Twilmer, you finally got the swords person party member you wanted," Helium beamed at Twilmer affectionately. A small blush appeared across the pink, Pichu cheeks which went unnoticed by all (even Twilmer) except Helium. Max yawned. ooo "As long as you continue to deliver what I request to me, your dreams shall come true," Dream smiled, licking her red lips seductively. Ontaro walked towards her and was about to see if his dreams could come true at that moment, but she placed a finger to his lips. "You must first make my dreams come true, then I'll come true." Her laugh was a symphony to his ears. She stepped back and melted into the shadows, completely disappearing. "Teleportation," Ontaro mumbled, placing a finger to his own lips where her finger had been. Ontaro walked out of the alley way and used his leather-gloved hand to shield his eyes from the sun above him. It was already beginning it’s decent from the sky, but it was bright none-the-less. “The time zones are so different here then they are in my hometown,” he thought to himself as his Machop trotted next to him. “I really don’t want to go back to that party, but it looks like I have no choice,” he sighed. Machop raised an eyebrow as if saying that he had a choice and didn’t have to follow Dream’s orders, but she was ignored, as always. She was quite used to being ignored by now and sometimes she had no idea why she still stuck by him, but then her partner would smile or pat her head and she’d remember why. She felt great feelings towards him. As impossible as it seemed, the bit of artificial intelligence could have feelings, though of what she was not sure. She had heard her whole life that she was just a bit of data, but if she was, then how come she had these feelings? Machop shook her head as she trotted next to her partner. For now, she wouldn’t even think of such things. ooo “Well look what the Delcatty dragged in,” Twilmer sneered as Ontaro walked over to the group. They had been idly chatting and planning where they should head after the Misty Dew event when he walked in. “How did you find us?” “The party locating feature on my map screen. Listen, this party needs a good defender and…who is she?” Ontaro asked, pointing at Aura. “You really are a n00b. I hereby declare you n00bier than Miss n00b over there in the playboy outfit. This is Aura, one of the best swords woman in the entire game, and she has agreed to join our party. Why should I even accept you back?” Twilmer crossed her arms and looked at him out of the corner of her eye as if she were too good to be seen talking to him. “Because,” Ontaro gritted his teeth, thinking of Dream to give him the ability to lower his pride to ask to rejoin the group, “…because I wish to be in the servitude of such a great admin.” Ontaro flourished his statement with a bow. He could see that the admin was flattered, and he smirked to himself. His Machop gave him a disapproving glance. “Okay then, but consider yourself lucky.” Twilmer looked up at him and then walked over to sit beside Helium. Aura looked at him with a critical eye. She could not explain the reasoning, but she did not like the defender for reasons she was not sure of. “Well, I gtg,” Emily23 said as she stopped twirling her pole. “My mom’s about to come home from work and she probably wouldn’t like that I was on here while I was supposed to be resting. Ttyl!” Emily23 and Bunneary waved as she logged out. “How many times do I have to tell her not to speak to me in abbreviations, chat speak, or l33t?” Twilmer grumbled under her breath. “I should sign out as well. I have a deadline to meet,” Aura commented as she waved good bye to everyone and her character faded from view. “Meet a deadline for what?” Twilmer wondered. “Ontaro, log out.” She commanded. “I can’t stand it being just you here.” “What about Helium?” he asked, pointing to the pink-robed man who was currently using his pestle to grind the weed he had found. “What about him?” Twilmer asked, glaring at Ontaro. Ontaro’s character faded from view with a scowl that could’ve scared a Houndoom. “Are you going to log out?” Twilmer asked Helium. “Nah, I want to see what properties this weed has before I do.” Helium continued to grind the weed, his Gloom sniffing at the spicy aroma coming from the crushed leaves. “This spicy smell hints that it could be used for healing, but the color suggests that it could be used to poison. You can’t have a plant that poisons and heals, so I have to examine it.” Helium sighed and set the plant aside. “Though I need a break no because the smell is starting to get to me. Unlike Gloom, I can’t stand strong smells for long periods of time.” Just as Helium had said that, he saw Gloom standing over his pestle, inhaling the aroma. “It seems weird to me that you love flowers and plants but are afraid of bees. That’s like a sailor being afraid of water.” Twilmer commented as she fiddled with a pebble on the cobblestone road. “When I was little my parents owned a flower shop, before they had to sell it when my sister was born, and I used to love watching the bees fly around from flower to flower. Sometimes I would pretend I was a bee. One day I thought I had gotten so good at being a bee that I could join the hive, so I put on my best bee outfit and went to the hive. I accidentally ripped the hive trying to get in it and I was attacked. I was in the hospital for a few days because of that. After that, I was scared of bees,” Helium explained, smoothing out some wrinkles on his sakura-pink robe. “That’s special,” Twilmer raised an eyebrow at the herbalist, “though I’m sort of surprised that you’re not afraid of flowers.” Twilmer made designs on the layer of dirt on the sidewalk with her finger. She felt suddenly nervous and wasn’t sure why, so she ignored the feeling. “I was for a bit, but I loved flowers too much to be scared of them. Eventually I just learned to run whenever I heard that familiar buzzing sound.” Helium and Twilmer shared a laugh. The laughter died out and a silence fell between them. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it made Twilmer a little edgy. “So, you like Misty Dew novels?” Twilmer began conversationally and mentally kicked herself for bringing up those stupid novels. “Why am I doing this?” Twilmer wondered to herself. “Yeah, I do. My mom used to read them a lot and I always wondered what they were about, so one day I picked one up and I found the story appealing and have been a fan ever since. I’m a romantic, so I suppose that’s why I like them so much. I admit that they’re kind of cheesy, but I like them. You should read 'Faulkner's Love.' I think you'd enjoy that one as it makes allusions to the charcter Caddie in "The Sound and The Fury." You should try it." "While it's against my better judgement to read one of those idiotic books, the fact that one makes allusions to my favorite book intrigues me. I'll make a deal with you. If you read a Faulkner book, then I'll read that Misty Dew book." Twilmer looked up at him, figuring that he wouldn't want to read Faulkner. "Sounds good," Helium smiled, causing Twilmer to slump slightly, "which book do you reccomend?" "Well, a good starting book would be 'As I Lay Dying," so start with that." Twilmer suggested. She was actually feeling eager for him to read one of her favorite authors, which surprised her. She shrugged it off and glared at Helium. "To make sure that you will read this book, let's shake on it." Twilmer held out her paw, then dropped. "Wait a second, that's stupid. We can't shake hands on a MMORPG," Twilmer sighed. "Well, if we both shake hands online and really mean it, it'll sort of be like we shook hands in real life, in a way." Helium mused, then held out his hand. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Twilmer muttered and shook Helium's hand. "That didn't feel like anything." "Maybe not physically," Helium said to himself, but just loud enough for twilmer's sensitive Pichu ears to hear. "Well, I better go and meet up with Jason and Ben before they complain about me spending too much time on here and crushing on...well, bye!" Helium shouted and logged off quickly; he and his Gloom disappearing from view. "That was really odd," Twilmer commented, still looking at the spot where Helium had disappeared. She smiled at that spot and shook her head, "What a dweeb." ooo "Miss Twila, here's your dinner," Twila's butler, Jeffrey, said as he brought in a plate of a fried chicken leg, macaroni, and green beans. He set the tray on the table next to Twila's cluttered desk top and stepped back. "Thanks, Jeff. Hey, could you pick me up a new book?" Twila asked the butler. "Yes, madam, which would it be? I hear they have the new annotated edition of Absalam, Absalam out now." Jeffrey knew Twila's book tastes. "Okay, pick that one up for me as well," Twila said as she checked through her PWO mail in the game, having removed the speaker to talk to her butler, "but I want you to pick me up a book called 'Faulkner's Love' by Misty Dew. It sounds intriguing so I wish to try a new sort of novel." "Miss, are you feeling well? I thought you absolutely hated Misty Dew and any other romance novelist!" Jeffrey exclaimed in surprise. "Usually yes, but I'm a girl of my word. I promised Helium, so I have to do it," she sighed. "Right away, madam." Jeffrey bowed as he left the room. Twila picked up a chicken leg and began to gnaw at it with little, measured bites. Since she wasn't nearly as active as she had been eight months ago, she was watching what she ate so she wouldn't gain a lot of weight. She did have a treadmill she would run on sometimes, but that's only when the game wasn't occupying her. Twila pushed her plate aside and replaced the microphone back on her head. "Sorry, Victoria, I was eating." Twila said through the microphone to her PWO partner.