Problems?

I got problems. We all got problems.

One problem was, I assumed Davis was dead. Another problem was that it was implied that now Davis failed his job, that job would be passed down to me.

Also, I tried warning Kamina about Davis' little spy. Eh, it was his problem now. One of them's probably unconscious as we speak, and already I'm betting on the fish.

Let's get the theme of problems out of the way. I was hovering over some cobblestone or something similar, floating around a city of dragons with stone buildings that have been carved out of giant rocks. Mostly rocks, because the rest of the buildings were made out of giant timbers of light and dark wood, with wooden bars and such for windows. So much for fearing me. I attracted eerie looks, being a steel Pokemon that could threaten the lives of everyone here. Either that, or my glowing scar would make a few people feel frightened. (No, I'm not super-powered now. I don't feel like a God or anything, so I presume this is just cosmetic.) I felt... defeated, or something. I couldn't explain it, but it just didn't feel good. I felt like just falling and wishing everything would end abruptly, not unlike first seeing Davis leave our home. Change is nature my ass.

Insult to injury was added upon hearing the message again. [i]"If I was a horse, I wasn't beaten to death yet. I wasn't supposed to, being the weaponized Pokemon I was. Que some music, would you?"[/i] I ended up just sticking myself onto a wooden bench on the sidewalk, watching as Pokemon of... not all sorts; mainly dragons moved around the plaza checking out stalls and tourist attractions. I was sobbing to myself. Finally, that emotional break got to me. Trees planted in rows on the sidewalk waved as I stopped sobbing after about a minute or two, rubbing my head as I waved away some light plasma.

Revenge? Yeah, let's go with the theme of revenge now. Everyone's doing revenge [s]here[/s] of some kind. I got a target known as Dementia, also known as Desia. Just gotta pin down a shadow Pokemon and force all the information out of them. Then, from there, coax someone to hunting her down with me.

My team works. However, I realised there was an event horizon. I expressed a stunned appearance, muttering to myself on the bench as Pokemon passed me without a care in the world. "Consumerism." I said quietly. The event horizon would be going down a path of revenge. One that would ultimately change anyone had they decided to open their doors to that addictive substance.

[i]No.[/i] I opted for volunteering instead. A job, to replace my former friend Davis. [s]Everyone's doing revenge, so I may as well come up with something original.[/s] Instead of hunting down Dementia and getting everyone I knew killed, I would carefully plan my moves as I routed her forces and defeated her myself. As a job; a favour to the world. Not of needless pain and revenge.

I wonder if I'll be able to find Spruce or someone else familiar in this City... I mean, the first step's finding them and emphasising the danger of Dementia.