-Equus, Hoofington Aquarium, Anubis-
“I really need to talk to the La Perm family about how they deal with highly annoying people… that aren’t them.” I lamented as I stared at a tank filled with numerous immortal jellyfish donated from Airship Mauled’s aquarium, one that I knew for certain didn’t exist. “Ugh, this is not how you deal with a problem guys! Though it is cute and rather creative that they got away with this thus far before I felt something off… I’m definitely bringing this up at our next therapy session.”
-???, Buttina-
“So… wait, let me get this straight. One of the top floor room is actually a trash compactor, there’s rooms that can functionally change into museums with live versions of the actual subjects including velociraptors, there’s an ice skating rink on one of the floors, the cafeteria doesn’t serve actual food and what food they do pretend to serve is basically amounts to love potion poison that you absolutely need to cure or else the effect is semi-permanent to the point you’ll end up marrying a cactus or the first thing you become attracted to, the nineteenth floor is quantum entangled mess of both existing and not, there’s camping grounds one of the floors…” I decided to stop and take a breath. “Who designed this place?! The bathrooms are all over the place in hard to get to corners you have to parkour to and out of, the staircases lead into walls in many places, there’s a gondola canal in the middle of the building, one of the floors is producing water despite there not being a method for it to feasibly do so, there’s a floor full of shark tanks for a completely nonsensical reason, there’s the farm full of cows on the third floor, why the only thing that makes sense in this thirty floor mess of a place is the first floor being reception and most of the stuff is on the ceiling in there in particular! What even is this place?!”
“A school apparently, one that was built on its side… which explains the name ‘Wayside’ at least. It was meant to be built horizontally. Someone made a huge goof somewhere, possibly even deliberate given the vertical build is not completely flat… doesn’t even begin to explain how they managed to quantum entangle one of the floors with mundane methods though.” Well Oleander wanted to do something calmer than action packed battles, so we found a weird spot to stop for a small vacation. Apparently our choice of vacation spots was the weirdest school on this particular world. “One of the substitute teachers here was also classified as a witch, or something like one, that could turn people into any kind of fruit, apples in particular, to eat. Apparently they were accidentally eaten by one of the staff members after being turned into fruit themselves. Also you missed the fact that the entire school is currently being propped up by a waterproof paper crane.”
“This place seems fun, I’M WILLING TO TRY THE INEDIBLE FOOD OLLIE!” Of course Fred was interested, this place was designed to be weird.
“At least make sure it’s safe to eat before actually putting it in your mouth Fred, then again nothing has actually killed you at this rate and you swallowed a massive amount of toxic waste to save my life that one time.” It was a little concerning that Oleander was still going to marry Fred, but to each their own.
Their relationship was at least solid, even if one of them was a demon in a fight… and the other one is Fred. That was why we were even here, we were trying to avoid fighting for the time being and have a nice relaxing day.
This Wayside place shouldn’t be too chaotic right? We were just visiting and weren’t going to actively take part in the school activities, never needed school before and don’t need it now. Besides schools on Pandora involves too many chainsaws, lobotomies and far too much dubious consent to perform sketchy medical practices on others.
Also something about accidental zombies I can’t quite remember, but it was a Pandora thing and we’re all aware that many things on Pandora were barely sane at the best of times.
-Pokémon World, Ransei, Illusio, Dream/Mental Realm, Pom-
“Explain.” I said succinctly as soon as I had some control of my faculties to realize that I had fallen back to sleep, except this time Gilgamesh wasn’t assaulting Dolly or me.
“Dormarch!” Dolly slammed into Dormarch and was hugging him viciously, he didn’t seem to be particularly open to returning the affection given his three tail were sitting flat and lifelessly.
“… First off, I am dead, my body died or at least something has happened to it to the point that is unrecoverable and my bond to you snapped. So, yes, I am still ‘functionally’ dead as far as definition for being alive is a bit eschewed from the biological sense of the word. The virus did what it was supposed to, so yes, you did feel me basically ‘die’ as far as a being made of information can do so.” I’m guessing there’s a ‘but’ in this or we wouldn’t be having this conversation Dormarch. “I didn’t exactly help the process with what I did to myself. I did do something to preserve what was left of me and… I’m fairly sorry that you even have to know I’m here in your head in the state I’m currently in. It’d be in the same realm of someone thoughtlessly desecrating their own grave before putting themselves in it.”
“Big sister!” A second Dormarch slammed into Dolly and started hugging her furiously with three tails wagging wildly and affectionately. This Dormarch was livelier and more expressive, yet he didn’t seem to have much going on upstairs other than showing affection.
“The end result of what I did is that I’m basically for all intents and purposes missing half of myself and cannot function in anything other than a possibly advisory role mother.” I looked between the two Dormarch’s we were seeing here, one was sitting and being plain emotionless and the other was nothing but emotion and snuggling up to Dolly affectionately as much as she had with the Dormarch I was addressing. “As you can see the two parts of me I managed to save when I basically broke apart… well they were arguably the most or logically more important parts of me. A digimon’s soul is made of four parts, the all-encompassing core of the soul that keeps everything cohesive, the mind that stores thinking processes, intelligence and memories, the body which allows interaction with ones surroundings and the heart which is where all my purest emotions are held. I would say I’m a shell of my former self, but my ‘shell’ is exactly the problem here, as in its missing entirely.”
“Extrapolate for me then, and again explain, what did you exactly do to yourself Dormarch?” It was concerning to see two of you in our heads.
“Well the Khan Industries virus was ravaging my body, it was somewhat delayed by the bits of Saurian computer data I used as a firewall from getting directly into my core and what passes for my brain came up with… right from a world where computers aren’t that much of a thing yet. In other words, I translated some information into a different language and managed to slow down the virus long enough by confusing it with having problems reading said language to do the things that I did. Unfortunately, I had to eventually give the virus a complete understanding of the alien language so it would effectively wipe out the Saurian computers to save everyone I cared about. At the end, when I had a few minutes left to live, I realized there was something the virus couldn’t effectively get to or touch upon in the time I had left. I set my body up to perform one last action as I was about to perish, I performed a ‘Search Hunter’ and using that move, I split off two specific parts of myself to travel down the bonds connecting the three of us. Said bonds effectively cut off behind my pieces when my body was taken, that was the part of me you felt dying.” The Dormarch next to me continued to be emotionless husk compared to the one Dolly was being affectionate with, Dolly certainly didn’t seem to mind the amounts of snuggling going on over there. “The two pieces I broke off of myself, I of course sent them to Dolly and you. One piece went to your head, that piece is what you are looking at right now which is the entirety of ‘my mind’ and I must say that you’re head has some very good information retention better than some super computers even with how efficiently it runs. I can seriously understand all of your paranoia at least, but you are much stronger than that weirdly and highly unnatural fear of marmalade you have. The other piece obviously went to Dolly’s chest, which is where my heart resides and why there is another me present. My heart is reinforcing the feelings of all the happier emotions we are having at the moment to avoid outright depression. My digital souls ‘shell’ and ‘body’ pieces are just gone, if not outright destroyed. I’m in no condition that I could even remotely use them at the moment even if we could find it to restore me to actually being quote unquote ‘alive’ as you would think of me. So yes, I’m functionally dead aside from being quite literally stuck in the bond between you and Dolly to have some form of cohesion. I can barely keep said cohesion between my heart and mind to even talk to you in this manner.”
“Wait, if I had broken my bond with Dolly…” I was sorely tempted to do it once or twice when given the open opportunity, I’m not going to be the one to break bonds between us at least.
“Let’s just say we wouldn’t be having this conversation and anything left of me might have slipped into a permanently dormant state, I’ve been trying to do something about that when I’ve felt something off with the bond once or twice but I can’t functionally do anything. Gilgamesh attacking Dolly did wake me up though, especially when you started synchronizing with each other through the bond to an absurd degree.” Dormarch’s mind said dully. “When you’re bond with Dolly grew strong enough, it allowed me to temporarily combine my mind and heart to manifest in a limited combat capacity in the link between your minds… basically you were synchronized enough for me to call out to my other part and join our half a soul together long enough to perform at least one decent attack and that was quite exhausting let me tell you. My heart was quite angry with that Gilgamesh for hurting Dolly, wish I could feel what the other piece of me does and I do somewhat, but it’s incredibly muted.”
“So now that you’re awake you can…” I watched as both Dormarch’s shook their heads.
“Just know I won’t be able to manifest a new empty ‘soul core’ for me to inhabit, so I am quite stuck in this desecrated state as something like a ghost. At least I’ve not become a ‘ghost’ digimon of the ruinous data variety known as the ‘skull’ prefix variant lines. I require a digital soul core to have my body, mind and heart all in one place. The core I left behind with my body would certainly fit if it still existed and could be recovered, even if I could get a core it wouldn’t be functional without requisite body data attached and would basically almost be the same state of existence, just outside of you and far more vulnerable. The likelihood of you finding an empty digital soul core and requisite body that has no mind of its own or even a heart are basically not likely to happen within your life span and mixing data from soul cores could cause contamination of memories and or feelings. I’d rather that not happen as I would cease to be myself permanently should I try to take over a living digimon, I’d likely become something else entirely than what I am, which is half of your son located in two separate bodies through a tenuous connection.”
“I’m so glad you’re both still together, even in troubled times!” Heart Dormarch’s stated as he slammed into my mental interpretation of self, wow this has all the hallmarks of becoming some serious mental issues if I didn’t know any better.
I might be horrifyingly becoming a Chrysomallus in my mind, but I’m still the same lambkin as ever… so far. While I wouldn’t mind growing golden wings, even if it sounds excruciatingly painful, I really don’t want the major downsides that come attached with them.
“What my heart just said, I’m currently using the bond between you and Dolly to stay connected to that piece of me to express myself and to even remember what feeling was like for this part of me. In turn my heart has some thoughts in his head for instead of just mirroring Dolly’s state of mind since I’m here.” Mind Dormarch commented dryly. “It’s something I know I should be missing more, even if it’s not logical, it’s the knowing that’s truly terrible even if I can’t express it to you.”
“So… what… you just took your information and stuffed it into our bodies?” Dolly asked looking a little confused as she moves across the sand to me on the island that we were on.
I dreamed of a vacation get away quite constantly, one where Tianhuo is usually here.
Probably to no one’s surprise, I’m currently having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that Dormarch basically broke his soul in half and is living on inside us. Of course he was made of information, so it wouldn’t be hard to contain that information somewhere… but did it have to be us?
“I know you don’t have a body, but you just basically said you don’t have a soul either… how does that even work?” Trying to wrap my head around it wasn’t exactly going to help Dormarch.
“A ‘digital core’ is the vessel of the soul for us Digimon that holds us altogether cohesively, if you can destroy that, then any Digimon has nothing keeping them together and will die without a chance of reincarnating if they are attached to such a system and all the information that makes them up burns and flitters away as their bodies shatter, their hearts and minds become nothing more than motes of dying light. I thankfully finished the transference process before my body and soul were consumed by the electromagnetic worm. That thing was rather horrifyingly beautiful for what it does to reality as a whole.” Okay following you so far Dormarch, how can you possibly exist without… oh no… I see where this is going. “As such, without a soul, I cannot hold my mind and heart together… at least not in the same place at least. As such I can’t be held in the Digivice I was previously attached to, that’s why you and Dolly doing it for me with the bond keeping my two remaining parts, again, tenuously connected at best. I’m… nothing more than a parasite now, even if what I’m doing is not exactly harmful and is basically just information occupying the same space as important parts of your bodies.”
The Heart Dormarch whined and looked pitiable in his depressed state as Dolly started cuddling him again. The piece of Heart Dormarch was feeling the emotions Mind Dormarch so direly wants to, but couldn’t entirely.
“You’re more symbiotic than parasitic at the moment Dormarch. You can’t exist without us, but you aren’t actively being harmful to us and you really did let Gilgamesh have it. The both of us are going to be out for a while to catch up on lost sleep.” I fixed my gaze on Dormarch with wonderment about where to go from here. “So we’ll have all the time in the world to actually talk. Were you the reason Dolly won’t let go of the idea of bringing you back… which seems more plausible now that we know there are pieces of you still alive. Though I’m not exactly fond of the locations, I’ll gladly try to keep these parts of you alive at least.”
Heart Domarch smiled weakly and there was a faint reflection in Mind Dormarch’s expression.
“Pom, mother, this isn’t living. This is as close to ‘true death’ as any Digimon has ever gotten without their overall soul being a part of the process, my current existence is quite unpleasant and I can’t really do much as the more active remaining parts of myself aside from living vicariously through the both of you. Neither of you can hold more than one piece of me, so I wouldn’t suggest trying to forcefully combine my two pieces at present without the glue of a soul to hold them together.” Mind Dormarch seemed to blink blankly with a thousand yard stare as Heart Dormarch sighed, crossed his front legs and looked away from us. “You being aware that my mental consciousness is inside you adds a new wrinkle to the problem at paw, or hoof for you. Our broken bond with my ‘death’ cannot be reformed again, not unless there’s a chance I can get both my body and soul back. What are the chances of that happening though?”
“Knowing us… pretty good actually. I have a habit of getting drawn into ridiculous over the top adventures, am a magnet for all kinds of trouble and most importantly I’m good at saving or helping people. I will just have to find a way to save you.” I said with a hint of amusement as Heart Dormarch gave me a confused look and Mind Dormarch continued to blankly stare at me with a light amount of equal confusion. “My group has been facing some rather ridiculous odds before I met you Dormarch. I’ve survived thus far and would sacrifice a lot to revive you.”
“Yes, you certainly would, wouldn’t you… being a Chrysomallus is very much terror incarnate for you Pom, and that goes for just about everyone who knows, loves and absolutely cares for you too. At least you’re beginning to acknowledge to yourself that you are quite a capable individual and that there are a lot of circumstances you are worrying about with good reason to.” Mind Dormarch was going to be a constant bluntness compared to his emotions wasn’t he. “I will say that at least you are in fact being true to yourself, even if a part of that was a hidden need to constantly outright sacrifice yourself for others. I believe you are holding true to your values, you like making friends, you like cooking for large families and you still in fact dislike fighting by an egregious amount even if it is quite necessary for your continued survival.”
“You’re memories of the random people you’ve helped in Huoshan are always quite sweet!” Heart Dormarch spoke what Mind Dormarch was feeling without prompting.
“Yes, anyway, being connected to your mind, I’m well aware of what’s going on in it. Like the other part of me is aware of what’s going on in Dolly’s metaphorical heart. Not that the other part of me will be very interactive or a good conversationalist when it is constantly just feeling the same emotions Dolly is and isn’t interacting with me like it is right now.” Mind Dormarch got some whining from Heart Dormarch. “I’m not exactly capable of pulling myself together, but still treat us as a single being please.”
“Eh, still smells like enough hope to me Dormarch!” Ever the optimist Dolly dragged the two parts of her youngest adoptive brother into a hug and I smiled as I drew them all into a hug too.
-Mind Dormarch-
“Honestly, you’re naïve enough to think things will always work out, what I did barely worked to begin with and what I’m doing right now is the bare minimum I could have hoped for in anything approaching a positive outcome.” I apparently just threw a water on that fire and found it still blazing with intensity in my face instead given Dolly’s thousand watt smile was still going strong, oil fires were not solved with water and Dolly apparently had a burning passion to see me revived that was reflected in Heart Dormarch’s feelings that were broadcasted to me.
“Sure a lot of things that have happened might not have worked out for us entirely, but Pom and I are still alive and we’ll make sure you’ll come back little bro.” Dolly, setting her paws on her hips, raised her nose in the air at me. “I have never lost a puppy before and I want to keep that record going with you Dormarch! I am not losing you now that I have something of an idea of how to help you. We just need to find a body and soul for you right?”
“Technically a digimon soul core with a body that doesn’t have a mind or heart in it.” I reiterated just how impossible that sounded.
“Details, details, we’ve got this!” Of course Dolly doesn’t sweat the details, oh joy. I died young and Dolly still thinks I’m capable of being saved. “Stop being so dour little bro. We’ll eventually figure something out, we’re not leaving you like this!”
A part of me was glad to hear they wouldn’t stop trying at least, my heart responded with affection. I sighed feeling some of my other pieces cavalcade of feelings, there was a bit of mixed bag as far as emotions went. Sadness, love, anger at a few things, I wonder what Ocellus would be getting from all of this if she could even tell my emotions were inside Dolly’s body.
“I don’t know about that Dolly, but I wouldn’t put it pass Arceus to have something in the works to aid us in Dormarch’s revival if he even knows it’s possible.” Even you were trying to continue to be optimistic Pom? Wow… that’s a rarity coming from you, enough so to shut up my tragic line of thinking and for my separate but still close emotions to win me over.
Maybe there was some room to hope for a miracle if even Pom can keep an optimistic approach on things. I felt a glow and looked down to see that symbol gain as it appeared on my chest, never did figure out what this symbol meant and hoped to eventually do so ‘if’… ‘When’ they ultimately succeeded in finding me a body to use, it’s not like they’ll stumble across my old one anytime soon not after what it went through with the virus deleting most of it down to the core.
“Wait, something else occurred to me, how did you make your information compatible with our bodies?” Pom was quite curious and I had an answer for it.
“I believe you have heard that the Digivice has the ability to temporarily merge biologicals to Digimon or for biologicals to use Digimon data to transform into Digimon temporarily through use of said device.” Well it wasn’t like it was a big deal for me to tell them. “Well it’s the same principle here, but you are acting more like containers for me. Same concept without the transformative ability or anything too special involved to really benefit from, except ‘maybe’ the ability to hit Digimon physically when they try to phase out of reality from attacks while manifested in a physical realm. That would be minimally useful at best if you aren’t strong enough to fight on par with said digimon anyway.”
-Reality, Illusio Road, Canard-
“So while Pom and Dolly are out for most of this day, I’ll be trying to keep us moving forward and will be in charge of our groups.” Not that I knew much about child rearing aside from what my father taught me about wielding a puck blaster, building time bombs and starting a resistance movement and how to make meals from things you can find in the environment. So… many… digital years. Well things turned out fairly well given we succeeded in defeating the Saurian Empire for good, I’m fairly hopeful we brought Hockey and the spirits of the past are watching over Puck World. I wish for nothing but open goals and a better future of my home planet. I might never see it again if the rest of my friends are having a problem finding a way to our home planet. “We’re going to get to Cerebrum City as long as you guys are leading us right?”
“Yeah, you’d have a pretty hard time finding it in inner Illusio without a Psychic Type to show you where it is.” Answered Mentalis as we traveled east into the inner mountainous region of Illusio and away from the relative safety of the outer Illusio ring.
It was a bit concerning that Pom said Gilgamesh had to die, but could she really carry that out? I haven’t exactly killed anyone… directly at least, I’m technically a casualty of my own leadership which I passed off to Wildwing.
Something sounded off from Dolly and we all looked into the back of the wagon where Dolly was, I looked to Sami who quickly found the noise disturbance was from the Digivice Dolly was wearing.
“Huh… a Monitamon has some information for Dolly and Pom, something about a lead to finding the specific bits of data they asked the Monitamon to track? Huh, I do remember them paying off a Monitamon exorbitantly, must be something big if they can actually send us a message beyond the heavily veiled systems of the digital world next door to this reality.” Sami was curious, but she placed the device back where it was on Dolly’s neck and turned to me. “We’ll have to keep that message in mind when they wake up, so what are we going to do until then.”
“Talk about things, maybe what’s bothering us or where we could improve. At least something to pass the time.” Until the next incident that is. “At least until whatever available forces Gilgamesh has comes after us.”
Dodo looked back at us and warbled something, the living mechanical bird was likely having the time of his life with helping us move out.
“Ah, let them come. I be believing we are more than enough for any forces Gelded Flesh could be sending after us.” Shanty, love your bravado, but we’re dealing with someone that obviously has Pom spooked enough that killing them is a very good option. From what little I know of her, she wouldn’t be wrong about something like this.
“Speaking of forces coming to stop us… I’m detecting a lot of Drowzee and Hypno’s up ahead!” A Kadabra of the hastily formed unit Mentalis put together stated as he hovered above the wagon and we entered a wide open plains between the mountains, we were at the top of the slope and several units were waiting for our approach in the plains. “Drowzee and Hypno are tapir monsters that specialize in…”
“Putting their enemies to sleep and eating their dreams?” Ocellus stated with a look of odd understanding and a lot of alarm.
“Dodo, be coming to a stop please!” Shanty called out and Dodo slowed us down as we saw the forces arrayed against us waiting in the plains.
“Yes, how did you know? Outsiders usually don’t know much about us Pokémon on first sight.” The Drowzee were short and yellow upper torso with black lower torso, three clawed hands and cloven hoof toes at the ends of their feet. The Hypno were much bigger carrying coins on string and had white scruffs of hair around their necks, they also were completely yellow otherwise, had three toed feet that weren’t hooves and five fingered hands. The evolutions were a bit weirder given the Drowzee had really short trunk that hung over their mouth, which if the Hypno was the evolution it’s trunk changes into a triangular nose and they were of course bigger than a Drowzee.
“I think Gilgamesh’s plan is to still kill Dolly or even Pom while they are asleep and out of commission, we can’t let any of them get near them!” Ocellus was now panicked, I calmly ran a hand over her frill and she shivered a bit before easing into the touch and took to lying across my lap.
She was quite adorable in how she started to relax, at least the enemy units weren’t charging right at us. That or they were here to slow us down and prevent us from stopping whatever Gilgamesh was cooking up.
I’ve learned enough to know units were six or slightly more Pokémon working in tandem to a cause, there were at least ten units in the way five Drowzee and five Hypno, an unusually even split. That’s sixty Pokémon thirty of each.
“This might be a tough fight, but all we have to do is prevent them from getting close to the wagon and bust right on past them.” I had a hockey stick and I was ready to high-stick it to them, but there was something bothering me. “What are they waiting for?”
“Not really, they are actually on the backside of this fight if they don’t approach us as quickly as possible.” Ninjask stated with a sure look in his eyes. “Waiting for us to approach might actually be to their detriment actually.”
“How so?” My question was met with Ninjask pointed his legs at the Araquanids.
“We have four members of an artillery and tanking team and they are functionally dangerous at any range, even if they are not good in a running chase.” Good point Ninjask, here’s my rebuttal. “Araquanids are considered heavy assault Bug Types.”
“Can’t most Psychic types just teleport in and attack Pom and Dolly directly? Heck, I’m sure they can kidnap Pom and Dolly out of the wagon before we can actually stop them.” That was something to worry about if they were actively trying to kill us and we were east of Kadabraville, if we lose here what would happen to that little village? That Gilgamesh guy obviously knew it was there.
“Yeah, but I know something you don’t, Drowzee and Hypno’s do not specialize in teleportation.” Glaring at Ninjask I waited to see what he had to say about this. “Okay, so they are still very dangerous, they specialize in putting opponents to sleep and Hypno specifically are lethal to sleeping Pokémon. Drowzee are less capable of lethality in that area. They have primarily normal and psychic type moves, with many possibilities for long range attacks and very few possibilities for short range attacks. They are pretty bad in a physical confrontation, provided they can’t immediately put their target to sleep as they close in on them. So it’s a pretty bad idea for us to rush them as their sleep abilities work at close range, their other abilities are mostly long range energy attacks and or short range deterrents like poison gas or up close combat. They don’t have the firepower we have, but we can’t let them get in close to start putting us to sleep with their hypnosis ability.”
“So we hit them at range and make them come to us as we pummel them with artillery?” He didn’t say they were completely incapable of teleporting, just that they weren’t known for it. It’s still a major concern and I was going to make sure we had someone covering those two… they helped me get out of the digital realms and I owed them a lot to not mess up now.
“A defensive battle is probably the best in our favor anyway, they are not going to let us pass or get to Cerebrum without a fight and they might even hound us if we try to rush past them.” Ninjask was giving me the best option available. “The battle will go quickly if we offload the Araquanids and bombard them with bug type attacks from here.”
“Speaking of artillery… I’ve got a rocket and a few explosive reloads in me. I want to make up for not assisting when Gilgamesh was bombarding us with the elements.” Sami was still on about that and seemed raring to go, Frizzle nearby nodded to Dazzle in wanting to help too.
“I’m ready to help too!” Cleffa was cute, but I really didn’t want her getting into big fights.
“… Offload the Araquanids and arrange them around the wagon, you’re in charge of them right? Well get them started. Ocellus, Smolder, Shanty, you three are in charge of keeping Pom and Dolly safe in case a Pokémon teleports past our offensive.” I turned to the Morpeko unit. “Would you guys have problems with the Drowzee or Hypno?”
“One or two might know a fighting or normal type moves just for Pokémon like us, but otherwise, they are basically minced meat to us. The numbers are a real issue thought.” The Morpeko leader had agreement coming from his fellows, kind of hard to believe they were more dangerous to the Psychic Types. “What do you want us to do?”
“Front line defense, keep them from reaching us on foot to the best of your abilities, the Pokémon Companions unit will protect the artillery.” I looked over the team and had a thought, Lit was with them and acting as a companion too I guess. It was still weird that little balls of fur were going to be our front line of defense in the coming battle, you can stack them on top of each other and they still wouldn’t be tall enough to reach my height. “Who’s the leader of your team exactly?”
“Quetal.” Shine immediately intoned without a pause to really think about. “Nobody has really fought him on it. Dazzle doesn’t want the job she already had enough of that being a princess, Mundo just joined us and we’re still getting to know him but he doesn’t seem to be the brightest for leadership position, I’m fonder of following a good leader, Lit is not exactly able to communicate any plans he might have even he is possibly smart enough to make good ones and Favela is still a kid.”
“Can we not talk about how young I, Favela, am?” Whine Favela and I can see why she wasn’t being offered a leadership position too.
Lit squeaked and just shrugged his tiny body.
Yep, we’re definitely fine with Quetal being the leader of the irregular mercenary unit known as the Pokémon Companions.
“Good, then we set up here, Sami you’ll be starting the long range assault with the rest of the artillery.” I motioned to the area around the wagon. “After that you’ll be covering the wagon as will Frizzle and the rest of us acting as a last line of defense with Cleffa and Pom’s group. Mentalis, your unit are the support and we need at least one of you still up to give us directions, so you’re the goalie position in the back line if we need to make a hasty retreat to find another way through. Alright let’s move team!”
Everyone broke off into teams and started doing so, the Araquanids had already offloaded and were ready to go as they positioned themselves around the wagon slowly.
If someone had to kill Gilgamesh, then I might have to be the one to do it before Pom did. She really doesn’t have the heart for it and I didn’t want her to have the heart for it in the first place. She’s made so many sacrifices already, I would sacrifice my ability to sleep soundly for a while for hers any day of the week as any good friend would.