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[b]Word Count:[/b] 530
[b]Exp Gained:[/b] +1
[b]Level 9 Ganondorf:[/b] 16/90
[b]Level 11 Roxas:[/b] 53/110
[b]NEW EXP Balance---[/b] 17/90, 54/110

[h3][b][u]Christmas Village[/u][/b][/h3][/center]

As tensions with the Ice King faded, Roxas slowly let himself relax again. No fight this time, from the looks of it. Fine by him, since he still had several mouths to feed in the form of his Pokemon. The task of feeding was getting increasingly difficult the more Pokemon the Nobody found himself recruiting, but at this point he wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. Thankfully there was still a Christmas Festival going on which meant there was no shortage of food. And so at least he wouldn’t have to go berry hunting this time around.

Conversely, Ganondorf was much slower to let himself relax. In fact it might have been more accurate to say that he was never fully relaxed to begin with. He kept the Christmas gift he had been given, even crafting it into an amulet that he could wear around his neck instead of having to keep it in his hand at all times. He ate food, too, of course. And that in particular was something the warlord was particularly grateful for even if he didn’t outwardly show it. Food had become one of the only primary ways he could heal himself from battle damage, and even that could be a gradual process most of the time.

As the Gerudo continued to finish off his meal, he noted Roxas nearby almost struggling to carry extra plates for his Pokemon, but in true King of Evil fashion elected not to offer a hand. Surely the young warrior of Light could handle himself for such a simple task, and besides, Ganondorf himself had yet to see the appeal in raising those Pokemon creatures. He didn’t doubt the existence of several powerful Pokemon, as he had previous memories of Mewtwo after all. But based on his understanding, the most powerful Pokemon were often the least inclined to be trained or commanded by any trainers. And so why would the warlord bother training a Pokemon if he wasn’t going to be able to command the most powerful of them?

Pals, on the other hand, piqued the Gerudo's interest a bit more. From what he saw of Edward’s Reindrixes, they largely appeared to be more naturally subservient than Pokemon were. So that at least gave them a bit more appeal for Ganondorf to consider taming some for his own. Of course, that all hinged on whether he would find any that suited his tastes or looked capable of pulling their weight when battles demanded it. For now, though, he’d just stick to his summons and Strikers.

He set all these thoughts aside when the glyph over his ear buzzed, signaling an incoming communication from Sandalphon, “May I request your assistance with something, Ganondorf?” he heard her say, “There’s an icebox in the lodge’s kitchen that I’d like installed into the stagecoach. If you could please move it there for us?”

[color=797979]”Hm, very well.”[/color] Ganondorf grunted in reply. He had just finished his plate and was growing weary of all the singing and chatting anyway. He deposited the plate with the rest of the dishes set aside to be washed and left the festival to move toward the kitchen.