//------------------------------// // 261. The casual calm, before more storms. // Story: Baa-Ram-Ewe! // by Darkonshadows //------------------------------// -Beach, Fluttershy- “Is this where you do your therapy sessions?” I asked of Jade calmly, Mr. Anubis was quite memorable from when Discord took me time traveling and he seemed a lot calmer these days. “Yeah, but this session is mostly for Celestia, we’ll get back to working me through why I shouldn’t destroy Saddle Arabia next time.” Really Jaded, you weren’t going to let that go? “Today we’re going to get Celestia to admit she has a problem.” “I have no problems that I know of.” It’s when someone says that Celestia that they have the most problems out of anyone. “Look out there’s a chicken behind you!” Jaded pointed with a wide eyed look, Celestia immediately leapt onto the top of the nearby beach parasol screaming at the top of her lungs as we stared at her. The parasol didn’t snap or break. “Right… no problems… I fully believe you….” “Y-you just caught me off guard!” We all stared flatly at Celestia as her eyes darted about. Who was continuing to cower on top of the parasol that held up her weight, Celestia probably bought it to be rated tough enough for an Alicorns full weight. “Strange thing is, Celestia isn’t afraid of cockatrices.” Jade motioned to Silver Stream as she presented Edith, Edith clucked merrily. Celestia flinched lightly at the clucking noise, she was looking at the more chicken like parts of Edith warily and otherwise didn’t find Edith to be scary at all after a few moments of recognizing that she wasn’t a chicken. “She’s clearly got a phobia of and is terrified out of her mind by chickens.” “There are no chickens underwater, if she wants to come live in my home… I’d welcome Celestia in Seaquestria.” Queen Novo smiled in Celestia’s direction. “Into your bed maybe.” Jaded state bluntly. After a few moments, I realized that Novo didn’t deny it and was blushing a bit while looking away. “Celestia’s diplomat related relationships are not what we’re here about today… also Jaded’s intent to cause incredibly volatile incidents against a landmass.” Mr. Anubis, the death god I was only vaguely acquainted with, rolled his eyes. I think I knew the confusion god Veles better than him. “We’re here to get Celestia to admit she has a problem and an intense fear of chickens, we also need to help her process her fears as to find the root cause of them.” “Chickens, don’t scare me… honestly it was absurd anyone would fear those… little… beady eyed… sharp beaked… birds!” For some reason, I didn’t believe you Celestia. That’s when Elizabeak, a notably gentle and friendly chicken who I had brought with me, finally wandered up behind her and clucked. Celestia freaked out at seeing Elizabeak and went flying away screaming shrilly. Nobody laughed and nobody made a nasty remark about Celestia’s fears. “I’ll go get her.” Anubis glowed and began to levitate after Celestia. “We’ll help her with her chicken problem eventually… maybe Applebloom in a chicken costume?” That might work Jaded. “Her hair is the right color at least.” -Ransei, a few days later, morning, cornfield, Pom- “Are you bored yet Dolly?” Surprisingly, she didn’t look to be despite the thing we were currently doing was shucking corn. Ocellus was handling the rice fields. “… Can I say no?” Dolly was busier watching the Miltanks. Those friendly, slightly rotund, pink and black cows that can move in a bipedal manner. She wasn’t exactly helping me as much she could be with the chores we were supposed to be helping them with. In fact a lot of rescue team stuff has been tame thus far, the small requests and chores were fun and simple and we got to meet interesting people who just wanted a little help. “It would be a lie wouldn’t it?” Knowing the inside of a dogs mind as much as I knew my own was never going to stop being weird. “Not entirely, but we have been playing it safe for the last few days and I kind of want to do more Pom.” At least we were being paid pretty well for all the odd jobs I had everyone running around doing. Dodo being back meant we might be able to use the transport wagon soon for long distance traveling, but Dodo wasn’t exactly big enough for that yet. “Don’t get me wrong the exercise and training are awesome and you’re pushing me to my limits while keeping me fit, but... I kind of want to travel more. Not that Aurora isn’t any fun, but this seems pretty tame compared to all the stuff we’ve been through previously.” “I’m glad things are tame, Evan is focusing some attention on the western bridge and making sure the Snorlax doesn’t accidentally hurt anyone by rolling over on top of them. The civil war to the north means we don’t have to worry about things and Motochika, as far as we know, is pushing southwards into his kingdom and retaking his territory.” Our Rescue Team has enough money to buy a few things from those Kecleon Merchants, but their prices were based on convenience of what you wanted to buy from them and how hard it was to acquire said item. Food was cheap, apples, berries and vegetables were affordable to just about anyone with a bit of Poké. “I don’t want to be involved in a civil war as it’s definitely not our business. Retaking Fontaine isn’t exactly our business either, but we will actually assist if asked to do so by King Motochika. He may call in King Evan to assist with the final battle, which is why we haven’t been resting and keeping up with our abilities.” Recently the Kecleon acquired a number of solidified one use Technique Magic, they were disks usually referred to as TMs. The TMs can teach any viable Pokémon the move contained within, afterward the disk became useless. Aside from the instantaneous effect, a Pokémon could be taught a move by another Pokémon. There was nothing of interest to my core group there, but if our companion Pokémon asked, we might fund a move for them to learn. “Well you’re a pragmatic one.” Quetal commented idly, he was getting really good at shucking the corn without cutting it with his claws, he didn’t have an opposable digit and was still doing it quickly and efficiently. Quetal wanted to be recognized as a good person so badly it was heart wrenching, he was trying to get past the stigma of dark type Pokémon. A stigma which wasn’t a problem here in the Kingdom of Aurora, but might be in other places. “Pragmatic because she’s already been through so much!” There was also a stigma about poison types, especially incredibly powerful poison types like Dazzle. Dazzle and I had a strong friendship, because I wasn’t afraid of her and we both have been through plenty in our lives. I really did not want to get involved in poison type politics, they sounded incredibly iffy and far worse than the reindeer games in Rein that Velvet had to deal with before she basically disowned herself from her family. “I don’t know about you, but after that fight with Cu Chulainn it is fairly understandable that she wouldn’t want to jump into fighting again so soon. If she didn’t have that reviver seed in her mouth when he skewered her...” It was strange that a Salandit like Dazzle was welcome around here, aside from the Whismur acting up… everyone seemed to think she was a perfectly nice Pokémon. Aside from the stigma of being among the most dangerous poison Pokémon you can possibly meet outside a Mareanie and Toxapex, there was also the fact that Salandits tended to cause wariness as being part of a thief culture. Dazzle wasn’t a thief and she just wanted to dance, sing and be merry with no worries. She didn’t want to worry about politics or be forced to form a male harem as a Salazzle queen after she evolved, if she chose to do so. Ignoring the fact that Dazzle was a noted princess, she certainly didn’t act like nobility as she was said she was trained to be. Mind you the training was her being beaten into the ground until she could hardly walk up until she did what she was told to do, it really toughened her up a lot. That Dazzle managed to escape to here by running across several kingdoms throughout the entire continent while under near constant attack from pursuers… well she was a strong fighter even if she didn’t want to be. I easily related to that on a number of levels. “Yeah, I know! It just… it just feels like we could be doing more, not that I mind doing this… I really like corn.” Looking over to Quetal’s pile when he spoke, the Sneasel had amassed more shucked corn than the rest of us combined… without damaging any of the corn he shucked. Despite not having opposable digits he was fairly talented at it. “Grits are delicious and the word ‘grit’ means a lot to me, you’ve certainly shown that you’re a person worth being around numerous times Pom. How do you think the other teams are doing?” Coming from a harsh cold kingdom where food is scarce and friends are even scarcer, with a political climate that was quite literal, Quetal wanted to be seen for who he was and not what he was. He had mellowed out quickly getting to know us and King Evan’s forces. The merit of his actions, dour personality aside, spoke volumes for him. He hasn’t been a big help yet, but he has tried hard enough to earn my approval as part as our traveling companion. “I’d say that Shanty and Favela have destroyed a cabbage cart if Shine isn’t keeping those two in line, Dodo is probably just sticking nearby and trying to figure out if Shine is a vegetable, an animal or a friend.” I thought it was nice to see Shanty’s familiar up and moving again, no matter how strange Dodo was biologically. “Ocellus, Smolder, Foffo and Fiffi, are likely doing a good job. Provided nothing distracts Ocellus from keeping Smolder on task, something like experimenting with her body and trying to replicate the stuff she’s seen Pokémon do, I’m sure they’ll be fine as they are less likely to cause trouble. Smolder might set something on fire by accident.” “So no more dangerous than a Charmander… but would she be like a dragon type?” Dazzle stated looking thoughtful. “I’m not sure how elemental typing really effects my group. Smolder is literally a dragon, but I don’t know if she would count as far as this world is concerned.” It was definitely a concern I was mildly worried about. “Well keep her away from fairies type anyway, it’s much better to be safe… than sorry...” Quetal speaks from experience that I’m well aware of. “Well let’s finish this job up.” I went back to my shucking and would eventually move onto plucking up vegetables. -An hour later, Helper’s Hamlet, Guild Hall- Lunchtime was a nice and quiet time to discuss things with friends. “So, what are we likely to do next that doesn’t involve Aurora, because we’re getting a bit antsy here Pom.” Smolder was the first one to crack after taking a sip of her drink. “Sure we’re helping the local economy and the kingdom of Aurora is doing pretty good, it’s like we have an itch for adventure to see what’s out there. One that you just don’t seem to have.” “For many good reasons, I’m sure you know all of them by now.” Aliens, robots, lizards, zombies, robots and all manner of other things, I’m surprised we haven’t been involved in fighting pirates very much aside from what Splatter Phoenix did to that one exhibit. “Reminder, I’m not nearly as indestructible as I seem and Cu Chulainn still gored me. I am not numb to pain nor do I enjoy the feeling of having a lethal bloody hole put into my body.” “If it makes you feel better you were brilliantly fierce and adorable at the same time! I don’t know how many of us would have come out of that fight any better than you by being capable of destroying his ability to transform.” Geoff stated with a cheerful and positive attitude. “I didn’t even think that destroying a mega stone was possible.” “The only good thing that came of that disastrous fight was that I have learned that I have good control over my Dancing Flame technique, but I’m not liable to abuse that knowledge given how fast my health failed me from overuse previously.” Not that I was going to focus on the fact that after Arceus healed me to full health, I was functionally strong enough to stand on almost even ground with Cu Chulainn while transformed. “I prefer this quiet and not fighting for my life on my back, I’d rather take fighting Team Pocket or even Mr. Beelzebug futilely trying to be threatening than get into another horrid situation for the rest of my life. That, as I well know, is completely unavoidable though.” “Then what do you be waiting for exactly?” Shanty asked with a tilt of her head before she bit into some fruit. “For someone to actually ask me for help and for things to not snowball out of control. I am dead tired of running to aid people, I like the walking pace we’re doing now… knowing I’m still going to do some running regardless of my own feelings in the matter eventually.” Bringing my hooves up to my face, I started to rub at it in small slow circles. “Remind me again, what is my biggest flaw?” “That you think you have to do everything yourself to keep us safe, though you do notably be relying on us for things so it’s not really being too bad.” Responded Shanty. “You could at least be training Smolder and Ocellus to be defending themselves better, you be training Dolly and me well enough to figure out things for myself. That and I be getting extra training from the Cooper Gang.” “That you can’t relax even if it’s ultimately required to save your life and are slowly forcing yourself into an early grave trying to keep up with the constant crushing pressure on you that your trying to keep entirely off of us?” Responded Ocellus. “You’re not the healthiest person mentally Pom and your constant physical scars and injuries aren’t helping all the mental ones that much.” “That you don’t have any pride in your capabilities that you obviously practice when you think we aren’t watching?” Yeah, Smolder was one of the ones that catch me practicing everything I can do the most, including the basics of the combat styles I know. “You’re not a master in combat by any stretch of the imagination from what we’ve seen, but you’ve basically cobbled together the fighting capability that would put you on par with what you told us your friends are capable of. You need to acknowledge the kind of absurdities that you said your friends are normally capable of, because you ‘yourself’ are now currently capable of them by your own merits. We've said it several times before that you shouldn't ignore your strength, also find better methods to cope with things than curling up in a corner and crying about how unfair all the stuff that’s happened to us has been.” “That you don’t use that incredibly fast working brain of yours to think of easier solutions to avoid larger problems sooner?” Dolly said with a snort, because she could quite clearly feel my embarrassment. “That… was actually a good one for me to hear Dolly.” If the stone around Cu Chulainn's neck was the reason for his transformation, then I should have tried to Bark Breaker sooner. The unfortunate problem behind using the Bark Breaker then is, if I had missed the first time I probably would have made the metal bones in his chest brittle… with the implications behind that possible being able to accidentally kill him in one hit. That is something I would never do intentionally, at least I know I’m a steel or rock type Pokémon’s worst nightmare. Getting a good point blank angle on it so I wouldn’t kill him is what basically got me skewered. “Maybe you’re too kind, but that’s not exactly a bad trait to have!” Geoff said with a pleasant tone. “So want to go on a date?” “No.” Despite being asked that in a persistently annoying manner, I can’t say that Geoff was a bad person. I ate some of my salad before I considered adding onto the statement. “While I’m going to feign being flattered and pretend to appreciate that you think of me so well, I’m going to continue saying ‘no’.” “Hey, scars can be attractive, ask any Wooloo that loves pain!” Which would be somewhere in the numbers of more than half your particular species of Pokémon Geoff. “Asking a Wooloo would just lead to the question, are you single… and if not, do you want to share?” Nobody could deny that having already happened at least once Quetal… this week, the first day of, and that would just be the Wooloo getting started until the week ends. “Well we have to remind everyone that life is worth living and that there is always someone out there that will find you attractive regardless of what you or others may think.” In so many ways Geoff was a simple minded. “Outward appearances never show the true ugliness nor beauty of a person, even people ugly on the inside need someone. That said, outward appearances are an indicator of a person’s possible story and it is usually the one you imagine at first sight. It is not a key indicator of that person’s personality or actual story though and you won’t know anything about them unless interact with them or you ask them and they are willing to talk about it. Outward appearances can often, like most things we don’t understand in life, be deceiving. As such, I can forgive Cu Chulainn for his actions no matter the reasons behind them, because he hasn’t actually killed anyone… not for the lack of trying though.” We all just stared at a blankly smiling Geoff. “I will never get used to Wooloo.” If you ever did get used to them Dazzle, I will want to know how you did it. “Agreed.” The rest of us echoed. “You can continue being mean about it all you want, but I will still appreciate all of you!” Don’t think Geoff would ever change, also can he please stop looking at us with starry eyes? I’m quite sure he used half of his brain cell for complimenting and trying to ask people out on dates. The other half was spent being a good friend and effective member of the local militia that happened to be a fairly sturdy unit of wooly wonders. -Some time after lunch- “What are you doing?” Eriflamb asked, the Fennekin was wearing an accessory on his head that read ‘Bathhouse’ as he was getting quite into the role as head of the baths. He knew he could request Picochi or Pristi to clean them if something was ultimately wrong with them. He just had to be aware of which bathhouse had which problem. Any repairs needed would be done by Bidoof. I think the Rockruff brothers were currently rolling around in the dirt and sand baths, but they were not the ones I was wondering about. “Making some homemade nut mash from local sources, Dolly is going to need it soon because she is almost out of kibble.” Goodness knows that I’ve seen Dolly has been rationing that stuff like it was pure mound of gold and platinum, not that she didn’t appreciate my cooking or other foods… it’s just that kibble was something she’s existed on for so long. I know the method for making kibble hoof made, but it would take quite a few ingredients and for me to do some fishing if I want to put some meat into it. Otherwise I had plenty of ingredients to make her a non-meat based kibble for her around here, essentially dog safe granola. When you have fifteen plus canine familiars, then you’re going to learn how to effectively cook for all of them. The nut mash would be tasty and anyone could enjoy it, provided they don’t have a nut allergy, plus it was good protein for Dolly. I'm going to make some berry preserves next. “So, I heard from the Pidgey scouts that they saw some large movements along the eastern coastline in northeastern Fontaine and that Motochika is successfully pushing south.” Eriflamb just wanted to make idle conversation as I worked on this food. “We might be getting word from him asking for support from King Evan soon.” “That’s kind of what I’m worried about.” I continued to pound and mulch my mixture into a paste, a clean mortar and pestle really helps with this. I was going to be making a lot of this and it would keep for a long time. “Yeah, I kind of need a hobby when I’m not watching the bathhouses. Got any suggestions?” The fox with the ridiculous ear hair looked to me expectantly. “Depends… are the recreational activities your looking for high energy or low energy?” I knew plenty of low energy ones, because taking care of an entire pack of canines can get quite exhausting. “High energy might not leave you a lot of time to cover your job as the main runner of our bathhouses. Maybe start training that Oddish or the Flabebe to help you out with it.” “I have energy to burn.” Eriflamb blew out a small torrent of flames into the air. “Quite literally, but I do want to know some low energy activities for when I get bored.” “Considering your type, have you ever thought to take up wood burning art? I know the Bidoof have plenty of stockpiled wood to share for it. There’s also singing, gardening and the like that won’t take up much of your time in a day.” He tilted his head curiously at me. “If you do take up wood burning, then the wood ashes from that can be used in gardening as fertilizer and singing is an activity anyone can enjoy if they know a song they’d like to sing, plants also like carbon dioxide so singing near them will help them grow to. Your activities can mix into each other like that, I have heard that Fennekin have a strange bond with sticks so that was the first thing off the top of my mind. If you want something more high energy, then you can train to do showy things as entertainment. I can imagine a fox that breathes fire, who can shape his flames and create stories in the air with them by creating images.” Like a Longma does when they control fire… Tianhuo certainly liked watching sky art. “Hm…” Eriflamb nodded to me and left looking thoughtful. -A few hours later- “Pom, a scout from the Fontaine liberation forces is here!” Announced Dazzle as she came back from spending time singing and dancing with Torchic and other Pokémon. “Where are they?” The thought of being asked to help came up in my mind as I waited to meet this person. “Down there!” Seeing Dazzle point downwards, I looked down at another tiny Pokémon, it looked like a four spindly legged blue ball looking to have some kind of pointy cap on top of its head. Closer inspection reveals it to be a part of its biology and that it was releasing a sweet scent. “It’s a water and bug type called a Surskit and one of Motochika’s scouts.” After a moment of quiet, it became apparent that the small Pokémon looked to have forgotten something. “Did Motochika want something?” Having asked that, the smiling mouth like shapes under the Pokémon's eyes turned from being pink to being a bit redder. With one of his spindly legs he reached back at the tube strapped to his back two legs without making it impossible to walk, he pulled out a rolled up bit of paper and passed it up to my hoof. “Motochika here, I want the rescue team help with liberating some more of my units, we’ll be dealing with the Gyardos units you saw here in the east. The push south is going fairly well and we’ve managed to drag a number of Pokémon out of the control zone to bring them back to our side, Lugia’s suggestion to prevent further control is helping our war effort. As to what this message is about, I’m sending a unit that wants to repay a favor for what Aurora's Skitty Squad did for them earlier. You are to rescue the units they are tasked with knocking out so they can regroup in Aurora and begin preparing for a big push and final battle. Be prepared for the Super Sentai Squirtle Squad, they can be a bit… eccentric... I apologize in advance. They are already heading for Helper’s Hamlet, I am also asking Evan to lend any help he can to my efforts. My Surskit scout unit will stay in the area and help the Squirtles in combat, I hope you will assist them and make up the difference in combat strength.” Having read all that I looked to the little Surskit and he threw a salute at me. I looked at the Post Script and finished reading the note out loud. “Watch out for an Inteleon being in the area south of Aurora, their long range attacks are dangerous and stupidly fast. They usually shoot powerful compact water bullets from high up spots. The expected enemy units to be dealt with in the area to the south are the Octillery Officers and the Froakie Commandoes units. The commission pay will be given to you, upfront, by the Squirtles upon their arrival.” The Surskit threw another salute and looked around, it seemed like it wanted something… so I directed it to the water type bathhouse where it started to skate on top of the water playfully while they waited for the rest of their unit to show up. -Later in the evening, outside the bathhouses- The sun was still up and I had finished mashing up a few pounds of puppy protein packed power snacks for Dolly. Also a few of the local fruits she can safely eat were now pulped and just as preserved, so she’ll have some delicious food going forward. “So they were supposed to show up some time… what the…” Ocellus was talking with me about the Super Sentai Squirtle Squad, when she suddenly looked into the sky. That’s when we saw six spinning red turtle shells came lowering from the sky releasing water from their orifices as they lowered to the ground like water powered flying saucers and then all the shells stopped spewing water. Five of what had to be the Squirtles landed on their feet after popping, one unfortunately dropped on their head. “We are the Super Sentai Squirtle Squad! I am Squirt Red, master of firefighting!” Said the boisterous blue skinned turtle with a red cloth wrapped around his head with eye holes. “I am Squirt Blue, master of cute!” Said the female Squirtle who posed like a pop star with a blue cloth on her head. “I am… Squirt Green, ugh…” Said the Squirtle stuck on his back, he was the one that landed on his head. “Master of clumsy heroics…” “I am Squirt Black, the master of being the edgy one!” Said the Squirtle with sharper eyes wearing a black cloth on his head while also wearing black triangular looking sunglasses. “Sunglasses!” The sunglasses sparkled brightly for some reason. “I… mmhemhme… am Squirt Yellow, the master of being invisible… I rescue other team members when they get into trouble.” The neon yellow clothed quiet female water turtle said with something approaching conviction. “And they get into a lot of trouble… so much trouble…” “I am Squirt Purple, their most obviously obnoxious team member that tries to act like the team leader to make Squirt Red look good by comparison when I fail horribly and am the master of being the decoy that is secretly a masochist!” Secretly? You just told everyone out loud Squirt Purple… ah… obviously obnoxious, I get it. “Here’s the pay for your commission, Rescue Team leader Lambchop!” Squirt Red smiled with glittering teeth as he passed me a heavy bag of money. “Super Sentai Squirtle Squad will be happy to work with you, for we are…” “Heroes on a budget, Squirtle Power!” They announced together with jazz hands. “Is it too late to wish that the quiet days would continue and that they would go back to where they came from?” That was a rather scathing amount of sarcasm Ocellus, I thought I knew you. “Hey now, we’re a good team and we can fight very well despite our many…. excessively numerous… shortcomings!” Red Squirt stated with his fists on his hips while standing there proudly. “We owe it to Aurora’s Skitty Squad unit for saving our backsides and King Motochika too!” “Team? I work alone, I’m the lone wolf stalking the night wearing a homemade zubat costume, because a Caterpie string shot my parents and covered them in his parent defiling silk. I was traumatized by the number of zubats that populate this world by wandering into a cave full of them… on purpose!” Squirt Black announced in what I’m beginning to recognize as sounding like a whole lot of stupidity. “The trauma of stepping on a pointy pinecone left me with many mental scars that made me the hard baked, crime fighting, detective monster I am today! Why I can brood for hours about nothing and look cool while doing it! Black is the only color I will wear! Edgy, Edgelord, edge, blade, edginess, brooding, two sunglasses for my biceps, acting too cool for anything within my presence and blindly taking it as evidence that I’m the coolest one around while mysteriously getting selective hearing as a super power!” For any god that might be watching this moment, yes, Squirt Black just said all that. Also yes, he had two more of the same sunglasses and was wearing them on his arms as he flexed them. “I’m adorable, I should be looked at more than Squirt Purple!” The slightly airheaded Squirt Blue stated with another pose. “I’m still the master of being a decoy you know!” Squirt Purple announced angrily. “Of course I’m going to get more grievously injured so you can continue to be cute!” “But I want that attention though, even if it’s bad for my cuteness!” Squirt Blue whined. “Before you ask, yes, our team is a complete mess and a half.” Squirt Green admitted with some shame. “Still we have helped Pokémon successfully… with a sixty five percent success rate when we do have our acts together and we’re not weak at least.” What was their success rate at when their acts weren’t together? Yellow just seemed to blend into the background without really trying and any movement made them more visible, which is odd because a bright blue skinned turtle with a shiny red shell wearing neon yellow shouldn’t be so good at stealth. “Pom… how quickly can we legally get them maimed with a real accident?” Ocellus asked innocently and I stared at her aghast. “Just kidding… now if there was a boulder sitting precariously on a nearby cliff…” “No Ocellus, we’re not going to ‘miraculously’ let them get hurt somehow and handle everything else ourselves. No matter how tempting that might currently be.” I had a few items of interest to purchase from them, also more healing supplies. We were definitely going to need healing supplies. “Besides Motochika has, sadly enough, paid us for the job upfront with money and we can use that to fund some gear from the Kecleon Merchants. Also do you seriously want those poor innocent Surskit scouts to be only backed up by us?” I looked into the water type bathhouse and saw the Surskit unit working on formations while gliding across the top of the water professionally at incredible speeds. They were small and quite agile at least. “You’re right, but their emotions are so annoying… except for Squirt Yellow, she’s okay and seems to fade out on my emotional radar easily enough.” Even Ocellus’s emotional sense were having problem keeping Squirt Yellow in view? “Quick question, are you the only Squirtle with super powers?” I asked once I finally managed to spot Squirt Yellow. “Yes… I’m the most competent team member. Well, next to red that is… when there’s a fire to fight he can decimate it on his own.” Squirt Yellow stated timidly. “I… Don’t honestly know how he manages to spit Hydro Cannon attacks at his size… he should honestly be incapable of it.” “Where’s evil burning at the worlds goodness, I will quench the fires of villainy under a deluge of water!” Squirt Red announced passionately. “We will see our end of the fighting through, just you wait and see, hah ha!” “Again, I’m sorry Ocellus, but no, we can’t wish for what amounts to an ‘exceedingly happy’ accident to happen to them.” I whispered to Ocellus, also Smolder and Dolly who showed up staring at the spectacle that was the Super Sentai Squirtle Squad. Shanty and Favela were still working on fixing the cabbage cart that exploded violently earlier this morning when they were chasing a fox Pokémon called a Nickit, that stole a small piece of food. Shine was making sure they fully completed the repair job before dinner. “Even if I’m quite clearly starting to see the appeal of it.” “I will make a young bird Pokémon my sidekick and name him Swallow. For he will do so with the evils of this world, but I will continue to work alone and treat him like dirt because of my edginess." Squirt Black would continue to be the weirdest one out of all of them. "He’ll be my best friend ever, because I’m too edgy to normally have those!”