-Ransei, Castle Aurora, early morning, Pom-
I woke up hugging Smolder and Shanty this time, Dolly was laid out on her back on top of my belly and Ocellus was snuggled up against side. I guess that they were just that worried about me after I was left fully crippled in the last world.
They weren’t the only ones snuggled up to me though, so was Quetal and the slashing weasel looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb him. He looked cute despite being a Pokémon who seemingly only has skills in combat.
Again, I appreciated being used as a special sleeping aid.
-Ten minutes later-
I managed to slip out from under my friends, with some help from a sleepy Favela carefully using her vine whips to move them about.
I stretched out and decided to go check on the Bidoof, they had been last heard working late into the night. Walking outside, I turned and looked up at the castle and saw that it gleamed in the rising sun. They had refurbished the entire outside of the castle.
Shaking my head, I looked in the direction they were building my commission and then just stared, I slowly raised my hooves to wipe at my eyes.
I looked again, nope the image still hadn’t changed.
“They built an entire town overnight?!” I stated in sheer disbelief that those Bidoof had done that much work overnight.
I approached and saw a vaguely familiar lone Bidoof standing at the western entrance to town, I had the foresight to grab my bag of Poké for the transaction. I placed the bag before the Bidoof and he looked at it curiously.
“You can have however much you want or the entire sack, I care not.” Really, money wouldn’t be an issue if I met any more Smeargle, because…
“Build.” I looked at the Bidoof and the small pile of Poké he had taken from the sack. It was barely more than a thousand.
“That’s all you want, what about all the other Bidoof that helped you?” This was a bit too ludicrously cheap to me.
The Bidoof tilted its head aimlessly, and poked into the sack and got about two hundred more out. Aside from that I still had more than a thousand Poké left.
“That’s it?” My query was met with a nod, he left and came back with a sack and gathered the Poké into it and started dragging it.
“Build.” The Bidoof stated in a blank manner through his clenched teeth and tilted his head in a ‘come on’ gesture. We soon approached the building Ocellus noted as for building commissions and repair work.
I followed him through the door and saw all the Bidoof were now in this one building sleeping about the insides of the structure in little cubbyholes, they were kind of adorable once you get past their moderately goofy appearances.
Still didn’t honestly know how dangerous Bidoof actually were and I never wanted to find out.
“Um… thanks for everything I guess?” I stated before turning and leaving to go look at my commissions.
One headquarters for Rescue Team like activity, plus bathhouse. After a quick look around, I found that the large bathhouse featured eighteen separate zones for various Pokémon. They also built a lot of stalls for privacy. Speaking of plumbing, they even built reinforced porcelain toilets for Pokémon as large as a Snorlax when I checked the bathrooms.
That explained why the bathhouse areas were large enough for just about any Pokémon to enter and it took up a lot of space next to my home away from home, the guild house itself, which included furnishings like beds and actual working sinks. Guess I needed to remember how to make homemade soap now, did that a lot in exile from Meadow Hills.
Note to self, Bidoof were clinically insane about constructing things, especially when challenged.
“Where’s the wagon I commissioned though?” Currently I was checking the entryway to the guild house itself, having rooms personally for my group and extra for our friends on the second floor. The guild also included barn sized entrance leading to rooms for larger Pokémon to stay nice and dry for a night or two.
It’s around this point when Picochi decided to make his presence known as he hopped up onto the counter.
“Oh that, it’s out the back door back Mrs. Lambchop!” The chinchilla informed cheerfully while waving at me from the counter. “The early Pokémon gets to clean, but it’s certainly not going to be that bird!”
“So… much… to clean… we can’t wait for it to get dirty so we can smite all the dirt, ALL OF IT!” Pristi had hearts in her eyes at the thought.
I turned and left the guild hall as the two Pokémon started glaring at one another, walking out the back I saw the camping wagon I commissioned with what looked like a waterproof envelope. Now if only we had Dodo or a Pokémon large enough to move it, we’d be using it eventually for travel for sure.
Nodding to myself I walked back around to front, taking in how large the building was in this quick built hamlet.
“What to call this place… Helper’s Hamlet maybe?” If I didn’t have to do heroics, then I simply wouldn’t. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t be helping people though.
“Help, someone help!” Just as I thought about it, the devil the answers. The loud voice attracted my attention to a pink mouse creature shivering and looking around in fear as he looked around, he was crying quite loudly. “Wait, I don’t remember a town being here at all… AHHHHH!”
“Yeah, it just got built… welcome to Helper’s Hamlet.” If one were to look at a map they’d see an upside down T shape east of Aurora Castle with my guild at the center of the intersection taking up most of the southern area with the eastern expansive bathhouse and western large rooms for bigger Pokémon.
The Bidoof didn’t disrupt the farms or any other Pokémon and built plenty of homes for Pokémon to start moving in with the space they had available to them. I think they outdid themselves with the row of buildings creating a street leading north.
“AHHHHH… scary Wooloo thing that isn’t trying to compliment me in a perverted manner!” There was a feeling that this Pokémon was someone who gets easily frightened, my eyelids drooped slightly at the thought.
“What are you by the way?” I tried to speak softly.
“NOOOOO! IT WANTS TO KNOW WHAT I AM SO IT CAN EAT ME BECAUSE IT DOESN’T KNOW IF I’M POISONOUS OR NOT!” Yep, an overdramatic Pokémon that was scared of everything. Looked like a normal type Pokémon to me.
“Do I actually look like I eat meat, I’m a vegetarian.” I stated blandly.
“It’s a Whismur, normal type. They can get loud and tend to use sound based attacks like Uproar, they also tend to panic at the drop of a hat… quite annoying really.” Quetal informed as he walked up with claws on his ears. “Can you get him to stop, he’s causing me a headache.”
If anything the Whismur reminded me of my youthful days as a little ewe, when every lambkin freaked out about something and then causing a huge mess over some random truth we’d learn that day
“Waahhh you’re telling them everything about me so they can know all my weaknesses!” The Whismur continued to be outrageously loud and absolutely hysterical.
I calmly walked up to them, with a twitching right eye, and slapped their face lightly with my right hoof.
“Stop that.” Surprisingly the Whismur did stop crying and being as obnoxiously loud as ‘Flamberge the flammable’. “I’m head of the… what did you Pokémon call them… a Rescue Team? Well at least I’m starting one here in Ransei, apparently Rescue Teams don’t normally exist around here. Figured I’d get ahead of that particular curb and start a business of helping people.”
“Do you have a Pelipper or at the very least some Kecleon Brother Merchants to confirm that?” The Whismur whispered quietly while whimpering.
What was a Pelipper, I’ve already heard of Kecleon as being chameleon Pokémon that find rare things and food to sell to Pokémon for Poké, I’ve yet to meet either.
The ground erupted nearby, Quetal and I were suddenly wary of what was going to show up and Whismur cowered behind me. What popped out of the ground wasn’t what I expected.
Two chameleon Pokémon with single zigzagging stripes along their bodies pulling themselves from the hole in the ground, one stripe being more visible than the other.
“Did someone say they needed a Kecleon to confirm a Rescue Team forming? Well if you can’t get a Pelipper delivery service running, then the Kecleon Brother Merchants Company will have you covered! Now open in Greenleaf… and Aurora as of this second!” Stated the two different colored Kecleon as they unfolded a bag to spread out some goods, including food and odd orbs, on a large blanket in the middle of the street. “It took a bit of doing, but we used Dig to make our way into this kingdom past all those nasty mind controlled Pokémon down south, especially that pack of Clawitzers. Better idea than what we heard going on with the raiders or that Lu Bu guy up north. Still, those Clawitzers were quite vicious with their bombardments! These lands are very strange, but we heard of some outsiders that would make some interesting customers, so here we are to confirm if you have the spirit to forge a lasting Rescue Team even if you should eventually leave… so we can profit off of them of course, but we always do good honest business! I’m Kec-red/Kec-blue, and… welcome to our shop!”
The two spoke in unison and were smiling broadly, one Kecleon a solid red with a faintly visible stripe and the other a bright blue with a red stripe.
“Got a nice looking guild hall there at least, so that’s one question settled of if you have a place where Pokémon can gather. So you definitely have the funds to start up your own team and I can practically smell the Poké on you. You had a lot, but also spent a lot recently and freely it seems… our kind of customer!” Kec-red stated working himself up into a fervor. “Can you pass our three… wait ones proven… two challenging questions to prove you have what it takes to rescue anyone that needs help! Whether it’s dealing with feral Pokémon or those who are trapped by devastating circumstances such as natural disasters or are between a rock and a hard place, I have to ask… CAN… YOU… HELP… PEOPLE?!”
“This place was literally built just last night, by that I mean all of Helper’s Hamlet.” This had me curious. “How did you even know to show up here?”
“Bidoof recruiting methods…” Kec-blue muttered loudly with his arms cross, eyes closed and tapping one foot.
“Yeah, showed up at our camp last night after we crossed the bridge from that Fontaine place and they were happy to do business with us. We dug the rest of our way here as we didn’t want anyone absconding with our merchandise, but it seems we didn’t have to have that much caution. Aurora seems quieter than any of the other wild kingdoms around here.” The chipper Kec-red stated, that’s when Eriflamb showed up. “Also the Bidoof at least allowed us to show up on our own merits instead of just dragging us here like some poor helpless saps.”
“Hey!” Eriflamb’s mouth was sparking with flames.
“You’re one of those poor saps I take it…” Kec-red stated with a humorous grin and nod. “Okay, the second question as to if you can form a Rescue Team is… can you make friends?”
“Hello, my name is Pom, what do you have for sell.” Said in the flattest tone I can manage.
“That’s good enough to befriend me, the second question has been answered!” Kec-blue stated with shining eyes. “We have magical accessories, food, light medical supplies, traveling supplies, seeds that can revive you from severe injuries, one time combat magic orbs, emergency throwing objects and more!”
“I’m not convinced of the second question personally… business friendship is not quite a fight for your life and back to back friendship built by a trial by horrible, horrible violence.” Kec-red grumbled while tilting his head.
“… I’ve become a traveling companion for her group.” Quetal offered up in a slightly shy manner, where seconds before he had been brooding and then looked upset when Red denied me.
“Okay, now I’m convinced!” Kec-red stated a second later as exuberant as ever. “Sneasels and other dark types have a hard time making friends, but they are good strong friends to have indeed. Sharp claws, fast and icy cold attitudes with hearts of gold… for some of them at least, others can get downright nasty. That he would speak for your character says a lot that your friends’, even if you don’t know much about each other yet and we can definitely tell.”
Quetal flinched when heard the word ‘nasty’ and I looked to him worriedly, his past apparently wasn’t pleasant if he was reacting like that. Still, he went out of his way to say something that helped us even if his past is murky.
“Last question!” Both Kecleon announced. “You need to go on a mission, one that’s officially commissioned! Can you complete one to earn the title of local reliable rescuers that less capable Pokémon will rely on?”
“I… I… have a…. a commission… I guess… that is… if they need one.” Whismur stated weakly, he seemed a little afraid of the two happily grinning chameleons.
“Go on, we’re officiating this commission as this rescue teams first.” Kec-blue said in a serious manner. “We’ll set up a rescue teleportation spot outside the guild here in… Helper’s Hamlet was it?”
“There’s a scary Pokémon in northeast Aurora near Arceus Valley.” Whismur spoke up. “I just ran in a random direction and ended up here. All the other Whismur are afraid of it.”
“Ah you’re first official mission then, an investigation, a search and query, a mystery that needs to be solved of a frightening visage and a possible encounter with the unknown!” Stated Kec-red in a boisterous flamboyant manner. “If you’re not interested in buying anything currently, then gather a team, set out and we’ll all see what’s up. How you handle things is up to you, this seems like an open ended case and we’ll judge if you and your friends are worthy of Rescue Team badges. Considering Pelipper service are going to be an issue what with most of the local ones being mind controlled down south, we’ll worry about setting up a mailing system later when the issue is seen to. We’re definitely going to ask the Bidoof for a stall and storage here. Going to need to find a big Pokémon to protect storage though… but that’s on us and possibly another thing we might commission you for.”
“What do you have for sale?” My question made the two grin and move to the side to present their wares with jazz claws.
They answered what each and every single one of their wares would do when I was looking over accessories, the two said that they all had unique and unusual properties.
-Hours later, Northeast Aurora-
I didn’t see the Kecleon’s anywhere, they assured us they would be watching how we handled the situation, whatever said situation might be. They were brought up to date on the regions eccentricities such as units and the like by Maiden Jig.
While they were independent of Aurora and would remain so, the Kecleon Brother Merchants were given the go ahead to set up a permanent shop in the region in Helper’s Hamlet.
“This is going to be fun!” Favela stated while I was worried about what kind of Pokémon we would find.
“I don’t know about that, but we are getting close to the described area the Whismur said the Pokémon would be.” As dour as Quetal could be, I liked him as we could easily share a mood. “Don’t know if I can honestly trust a Whismur to know what is actually scary around here, anything that knows Hyper Beam would immediately be at the top of that list.”
“Please let this not be a huge Pokémon problem…” Shine whined, I’m right there with her on that sentiment. I’d rather deal with small problems instead of more huge messes like what’s currently going on. “We here in Ransei don’t know what rescue teams are actually like, as we’ve only hear rumors from Pokémon that traveled long distances to get to this continent.”
We were near the valley we appeared at, one that lead to the top of the mountain, but otherwise the problem wasn’t in the valley. It was more to the northwest of the valley or to our current direct north off the path in a small tree covered area that didn’t reach true forest capacity. It was between here and the river between Aurora and Ignis and Whismur was bravely showing us the way.
Normally what we were doing would be a problem for the militia to deal with, but Evan had Geoff’s unit watching the south bridge in case the mind controllers range expanded or they tied to bombard us from the southern side of the bridge. Rauco’s Pidgey unit was watching the north for any more trouble that the militia in Ignis couldn’t deal with, as the militia units across the bridge were staying out of the politics of the civil war going on and protecting the citizenry.
Said Ignis militia units where trying to maintain vaguely decent relations with Aurora on their own merits.
There were so many things going on in the world, but I’d rather deal with this one small issue.
I silently thought about the small mouse Pokémon that caused uproars, they’d probably be good singers if they could control their fear responses. A good choir or a-capella group would make for some nice entertainment around here that didn’t involve battling.
Sad that all the Whismur liked quiet and solitude. They also freaked out if a berry so much as fell off a tree, with their sense of hearing being fairly powerful it would sound like some kind of roaring beast. In this case the Whismur said it was an actual Pokémon, key fact one Pokémon, was causing some problems in the area because it was apparently scary to the small colony of Whismur living in this general area.
“Ocellus, can we talk while we trot?” I asked as I stopped paying attention to the light
“Okay.” Ocellus moved away from buttering up Smolder for a hit of compassion and moved up to walk next to me. “What do you need? Aside from something that will permanently kill your anxiety issues.”
“How many fights have I actually personally won on my own merits without outside any help involved or around?” My question came so suddenly that Ocellus flinched. “What is my most impressive fight to date Ocellus? One where I haven’t been driven into the ground.”
“Physically, the most impressive was taking on those six shadow versions of your friends and you. You understood all their combat styles and mentally inverted all of them enough to figure out and match what each of those shadows were truly capable of, but you also looked like a complete mess after that fight. Arguably you got six wins and one loss when it came to Hollow Heart.” That just it Ocellus, that’s how weak I exactly am when I could barely take what were basically newborn beings with their own minds that copied already living people. Aside from that, most of the battles I’ve won were with the strength of others. “As for mentally, I think you win just about every battle placed before you when you’re amazing intellectual abilities are brought to the forefront. You’re far more dangerous when you’re allowed to talk things out. Also you trained Dolly into a respectable force of nature with love, she’d be quite hard to take down even if she didn’t have her skateboarding equipment… not that she would survive too many direct hits to her body. I believe the Ogres and Oubliettes term would be Speedy Glass Cannon.”
“I didn’t give Dormarch enough love and very well couldn’t when the Saint Canard crisis ended… most of my fights end up with me mostly on my back focusing on personal survival while I’m trying to make sure others are surviving.” I’ve taken the most torture of my group, but my wool practically made me a fairly tough brick wall to those who would harm my friends. A brick wall when picked apart brick by brick will eventually not be a wall anymore and a single brick can be broken in half with a single stomp of a halfway decent martial artists hoof.
“Why are you bringing this up now?” Can’t you already feel the emotions Ocellus, the ones coming off of me?
“If I do a third Shock Ram… well a body like mine isn’t meant to have its limiters removed more than once without seriously heavy repercussions.” That I even vaguely survived another fight using Shock Ram activated was a shock, if I do it a third time… well Dormarch and the medical technology that held me in stasis are the only reasons why I still exist as I am. Arceus said as much that he would have grabbed my soul for a new life. We continued through the grass, over the hills and towards a tiny forest like fruit orchard. “Arceus is the only reason I’m standing here right now, in actual good health and talking to you. I saw the extensive reports of my injuries Ocellus. I should be blind from all the impossible high speed eye movements, have multiple bones broken, most of my muscles should be irreparably shredded, nearly had complete organ failure that only Dormarch had the medical knowledge to stop with a trauma kit and even that was barely putting me in the stable range. I even saw how many times my heart reportedly stopped afterwards. How much more torture can you truly expect me to take?”
“That reminds me and brings up an interesting point I hadn’t considered until now, how did you move so fast without killing yourself?” Well that was actually simpler to accomplish than most would think Ocellus. “Didn’t you say after a certain amount of running that the creator of the Shock Ram technique have his heart explode in his chest?”
“I never actually ran the distance required for my heart to explode in the way of killing me instantly, most of my combat with Negatron Duck was me hopping around at high speeds and not actual running. That’s the mistake the creator made, when you have that much strength with your limiters off why waste the energy moving along the ground when you’re on a deadly time limit? That fight went a far sight better than Tai Lung did, but the end result was basically the same and my injuries were far worse even if I did knock Negatron Duck back down to being normal Negaduck.” Standing quietly while looking at the smattering of trees ahead where the Pokémon we came to see awaits, I turned to Ocellus. “I have to seriously thank Dolly for giving me her ‘flowing motion’ ability throughout that, it made me immune to the fire when I lit myself on fire and it also possibly eased the burden of all the movements putting ridiculous stress on my body that I couldn’t feel. Thus did I live up to the name ‘Leap Lamb’ in that world, though I don’t appreciate being called a hero in the slightest because what real victories do I truly have aside from saving a plane full of people? Negaduck actually won that fight… since he truly got what he wanted.”
“You’re victorious in keeping us alive Pom, we trust you and you haven’t been a bad leader… we kind of fell apart without you and I don’t think I can make snap decisions to do absurd things quite like you do.” Ocellus hugged me with her left leg and then looked at the scarf I was wearing around my neck. “Also that Pecha scarf looks quite fetching on you Pom, Dolly looks quite adorable too.”
“You’re just complementing me to cheer me up…” Honestly it worked, because I did like this scarf. “Thank you.”
I bought a pecha berry themed scarf that made me immune to poison, because my paranoia was obviously something that kept me semi-alive this long and Dolly was wearing a matching one around her neck over the Digivice and her three bands. Shanty didn’t want one and was interesting in possibly acquiring other accessories when we had the Poké for it, Smolder’s blood runs too hot for more poisons and Ocellus was able actively eject any venom or poison from her body at will.
As long as I wore this scarf and had no other magical accessory that interferes with its mystical nature, and thankfully my wedding bell didn’t, the scarf made me completely immune to poison.
The explanation was that if you have two objects of mystical nature on you, whichever you put on first was the one that would take effect and the other will do absolutely nothing. It was kind of sad that you could only use the mystical power of one of the magical accessories you could find in this world at a time per being.
The Kecleon’s mentioned the usual side effect for the mystical accessory makes you a little hungrier. There were accessories that make one less or barely hungry, but that tended to have entirely different side effects since they prevented hunger instead of causing it.
For the positive benefits to the wielder or wearer, increasing my need to eat marginally was an incredibly small price to pay for the end results.
The scarf was proven to work despite my skepticism, because Kec-blue guaranteed it by hitting his Kec-red partner with the move Toxic point blank while he was wearing it to ensure its authenticity and then did it to me while I was wearing it to make sure it would work for outsiders. They used toxic on a willing Pokémon, a random confused looking Bidoof they gave a pecha berry, to prove the move they were using would actually poison someone.
The scarf was only preventative measure however, if you were already poisoned then putting the scarf on would not cure the poison. The scarf also didn’t prevent injury from attacks that can poison, just the poison itself.
“Let’s do this.” I sighed audibly, hoping that this wasn’t about to become a horrible battle to the death again, and moved into the copse of trees following the Whismur.
“There…” The Whismur pointed to see an injured Pokémon quietly snacking on Oran berries and minding their own business, their numerous wounds very slowly and barely sealing up with every berry eaten.
“Before I get close to them, did this Pokémon actually hurt anyone around here?” After seeing that I receive a shake no in response from the Whismur, I calmly walked forward and looked over the Pokémon that scared all the Whismur. They didn’t seem to notice me yet. “Hello…”
My paranoia paid off a second later when the lizard screeched and I was harmlessly splashed with purple liquid that slowly evaporated.
The dark colored lizard looked like it was wearing a mask, which was just a part of its face, had a striped tail leading to strange markings on its back that were lighting up with flames. It was, like many Pokémon I’ve been told, capable of using Toxic.
When I first saw a Seviper, a Mareanie and the mention of multiple poison Pokémon exist and that many Pokémon can poison even if they don’t specialize in it, I knew I wanted something like a pecha scarf and the kecleon’s even threw in an extra one for Dolly for free since I’m a first time customer.
“No, I won’t go back there, you can’t make me!” The lizard seemed panicked as she pressed her back against the tree her burning tail threatening to light it and the other fruit trees the Whismur cultivate on fire.
Saw that reaction in people like me too many times, I can empathize with her sudden reaction. It seemed like she had a stress disorder and it looked like she was somewhere else right now.
“Go back where?” I asked softly, that seemed to shake the lizard back to reality. She was frightened and scared and I was seeing a shivering lambkin in my minds eyes, despite the lizard being around my size or a little bigger. “It’s okay, you’re safe with me here. I’ll be your friend if you need one.”
She looked at me with a less aggressive stance and she soon eased up further. Her tail stopped being on fire when she eventually realized there was an audience and how dangerously close those flames were to the trees she got the healing berries from.
She also had to realize that I was the only one that approached her with honest intentions of not fighting her, her gaze did focus on the odd assortment that came out this way for a few seconds.
“You’re not… a unit from Viperia sent to capture me? Oh… oh dear… I’m so sorry!” Quickly reaching to her side the strange lizard produced a pecha berry from a small pouch. “Here you can have…”
“No need to worry about that, keep the berry. I recently bought this Pecha scarf… basically for exactly this reason. I’m kind of surprised it didn’t stain… possibly an aspect of it being a mystical accessory? Protected my wedding bell from getting splashed at least.” Absolutely saw this coming a mile away, just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. At least I got one up on the chaos that was my life. “Since you apparently have pecha berries on you for accidents like this, you seem like a nice Pokémon to me. My name is Pom and I just came to peacefully ask if you actively spooked the Whismur. I also wanted to know if you are okay personally or if you needed any help with anything, maybe a place to stay? You look like you’ve been through a lot.”
The lizard creature twiddled claws looking to be think about somethings as her eyes darted about looking for something that wasn’t there.
“I didn’t truly mean to bother the Whismur, but I was hungry… and badly hurt…” She looked away. “I’m Dazzle.”
“Nice to meet you Dazzle, would like a hot bath, some good food and a nice sleeping spot with that place to stay?” The lizard perked up in interest, I carefully smiled and moved forward. “May I hug you? You look like you need one.”
Carefully the lizard wrapped her limbs around me and slowly pulled my close to rest her chin against my wool as she began crying.
“There, there…” I intoned softly letting her do the hugging and slowly brought my hooves up to hold her.
-Hours later, outside Helper’s Hamlet Guild Hall-
“The Salandit is all fine now, but I would suggest she stay away from battling for a while… no Pokémon gets this traumatized to immediately spit Toxic on reflex without a mentally damaging reason behind it.” Announced Happiny, currently on loan from the kind hearted Evan. “Salandit’s have a nasty corrosion effect with their poison, so you are quite lucky to have had that pecha scarf on you. Please don’t make me follow you around if you start getting seriously injured, your anxiety speaks a lot about how often you do… I already get enough patients from the farming Pokémon doing stupid stunts around here. I suggest taking it easy and slow with her, she’s been through a lot and there’s much she doesn’t want to talk about.”
With that said, Happiny started back towards Aurora Castle.
“That was so heartwarming!” Announced a tearful Kec-blue. “I think you’ve met a friend who will be there for you for life!”
“You really connected with a Pokémon that truly needed comforting, help and you even escorted her here personally to relative safety. You even procured a healing specialist to look her over, well above and beyond, truly heroic that you didn’t even have to fight her and managed to talk her down while saving those wonderful berry producing trees too!” Kec-red stated as equally pleased and tearful. “Needless to say your Rescue Team has our approval! All we need now is a name for your Team. It’s going to be known as Team ‘blank’, just fill in the blank unless you’re like that one Slowpoke team literally named Team Blank… most mindless rescue team that was ever formed. They barely passed qualification, but they still do their jobs no matter how slowly that may be.”
“Team Harmony.” Ocellus stated immediately her glittering wings fluttering slightly as her eyes shined brilliantly.
“What she said.” Not having any better ideas, I was quickly handed an egg shaped badge with wings by Kec-red.
“I now officially instate you as Team Harmony! The first official rescue team guild in Ransei, may your Rescue Team help many in need… and bring us lots of profitable Pokémon to sell to and buy from of course!” Kec-blue announced as the badge I held glowed. “Now let us tell you how these particular badges works, since we have the rescue teleportation spot outside the guild hall all set up!”
“Wow, an official rescue team in Aurora, I have to tell all the other Whismur about this!” I turned to see the Whismur, who brought us the mission to investigate the less than scary and traumatized Dazzle, run off.
That Whismur just left me with a slight sinking feeling.