From: <insanellama316NOSPAM@geocities.com>
Subject: [PW!][Clan Caterpie] After lunch
Date: Saturday, February 20, 1999 6:55 PM
After they finished their lunch, they walked towards the trading
district. Insanellama looked around at the booths, and noticed a
familiar face. It was none other than Chaoticllama. "YEEEEEHAAAWWWWW!"
whooped Insanellama over the din of the crowd noise. Chaotic jerked
around and ran to meat his brother. "I'm here tradin some of the Flyin
L tuaros stock. You know, you really shouldn't have left without
cuttin one from the herd. I'll help ya out tho," said Chaoticllama, at
the sametime tossing Insanellama a pokeball, "here's one of the best
of the herd." Insanellama took a look at his new tuaros. "Yep, it's a
fine pokemon," said Insanellama. "What's with the new digs, and those
fancy shootin irons?" asked Chaoticllama. "Well, the hat was an
impulse, the Colt .45 Peacemakers, well they've already been of use
today, we all have to watch our back," Insanellama said gesturing to
the others, "Oh, Hey, let me intorduce you to some new friends of
mine, This is Toocold, That's firestorm, you already know lonewolf,
that's X." Chaoticllama had a puzzled look on his face, "Where's
random and ICY?" he asked. "Well, Random is partyin with a fine lady
freind of his, and that pikachu there is Icy," said Insanellama. He
then related icy's tale and all that had happend in the many months.
"I brought a friend of the family too pal," said Chaoticllama,"Oak
come out from behind there." Proffessor Oak had come aboard for the
gathering. "Well hello," said Professor Oak, "I'm going to go and take
a nap for a while." Professor oak walked towards the rooms. "Well,
you'd better get back to tendin yer booth, and I'd better let ya,"
said Insanellama, shaking Chaoticllama's hand one last time. They
walked back toward the market. Insanellama was at a knife shop,
admiring a hunting knife when a man suddenly jerked him around. "Ugh,
not you guys again," said insanellama to the cowboy-wannabe trainers
who were now about 20 members, and all of them drunk. "You'd bettr
giiive me my pokermon back," said the lead man with a drunken slur.
"You want pokemon? Ok I'll give you some pokermon," Insanellam pulled
out a deck of cards and threw them in the man's face,"There's all the
pokermon you need to play poker." Insanellama noticed the man was now
sporting a Colt .45 fully automatic pistol, in a new holster. The men
went for thier guns, but Clan caterpie was quicker, none of them ever
cleared leather before they were facing, 2 colt .45s a browning, a
desert eagle, and a smith and wesson rifle. "These .45's are loaded
with ballistic tips, I can get two or three of you at once with each
bullet, let go of your guns, so I don't have to tell the captain that
a bunch of drunks jumped overboard," said Insanellama. They
reluctantly walked away. The knifeshop had made X come a life,
throwing knives was his passion, and he was pretty good at it too. He
bought a belt that went around his waist and held 20 throwing knives.
He also bought to wrist belts holding 5 each these would be well
hidden under his jacket. To go in the holders, he bought 30 throwing
knives, all of toledo steel, and razor sharp. They had X shaped
handles on the end. X profferred something more stealth than a gun.
