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Word Count: 912
Level 7 Ganondorf: 62/70
Level 10 Roxas: 44/100
Level 5 Captain Falcon: 36/50
Exp Gained: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 64/70, 46/100, 38/50

The Avenger


The morning of a new deployment always felt serious. The Seekers had been divided into two Teams that were about to be sent to two completely different regions. And there was no telling how long they’d each spend in their respective areas. For Roxas, anyway, the main thing he anticipated about the Frozen Highlands was that it was going to be cold, as its name suggested. Thankfully, Roxas’s Organization coat - albeit heavily altered from its default appearance due to his spirits - was in all likelihood enough for him to stay warm up there. But that aside, he’d also heard about that region having a Pokemon-centric area in the form of the Aether Foundation at Edinbourgh. He had to admit he was pretty curious to find out what kinds of Pokemon could be found in the colder environment, too.

For Ganondorf, a deployment to the Highlands was less about excitement. Instead he was focused on seeing the subjugated Consul L and confirming the location of her Flame Clock. And he recalled that the Ace Cadet said he could show that to him once they got there. Good. As for that area’s guardian, Ganondorf had little doubt the Seekers could handle them, especially with himself among their ranks. And if the reports about the Guardian having a crippling weakness to a specific plant were accurate, then all the better. Ganondorf secured himself a thick cloak he could wear over his armor as a means to mitigate the cold. His armor, while somewhat capable of fending off cold weather, wasn’t completely ideal for what was described. But a cloak wrapped around himself over it should more than suffice, the Warlord guessed.

That wouldn’t matter at all to Captain Falcon, on the other hand. The Bounty Hunter was going to be deployed to Esaka instead. And so he listened to the description the returning Sakura gave and committed it to memory. A city full of dojos and fighting tournaments, while not his first line of work - that would always be the Grand Prix - it would still suit his preference for fighting his opponents man–to-man with his fists. And besides, it didn’t matter where the competitions took place. Whether on a race track or in a fighting arena, the Captain had no intention of doing anything less than his absolute best.

”Hm! Well if it’s tournaments we’ll need to win…” Falcon said aloud, ”...then that’s what we’ll do.” He offered a smile a thumbs up to Sakura, ”Sounds to me like you might just be our ace in the hole for this city, Ms. Kasugano. If we’ve got you as our guide then I’m sure we’ll do fine. Great, even.”

Sometime after this the crowd of Seekers were dispersed to either cramp into hellpods or board the Pelican-1. Falcon had no great difficulty fitting into a pod. And as for Roxas and Ganondorf, they were roughly in the middle of the pack in regards to when they got on the dropship. That left them some time to think for themselves, and eventually the Gerudo King’s thoughts led him to strike up a conversation with the Nobody.

”Would you care if I asked you something?” Ganondorf asked Roxas in a low voice.

”I… guess not?” Roxas replied, a bit hesitant but still undeniably curious about what the King of Evil of all people would want to ask him.

”I’ve managed to learn at least a decent amount about Moebius.” Ganondorf said, ”But I still know precious little about their counterparts. The ones you call Organization XIII. Is it true you were once among their ranks?”

Oh, so that’s what he wanted to ask about. ”Yeah, I was. But not this version of them.” Roxas answered. ”Their leader came from the same world as me. And the original version of the Organization he created there was the one I was a part of. But if I know him, his goal hasn’t changed between then and now.”

”And that would be…?” Ganondorf asked.

”He probably wants to get rid of Galeem so he can put himself in its place as the ruler of this world. Or something to that effect. The guy was always obsessed with the idea of claiming a particular power from my world that would let him rewrite things as he sees fit. If he’s allowed to, he’ll be no different than Galeem.”

”Is that so?” Ganondorf replied, rubbing his chin. ”Fascinating. I’ll have to make sure to remember that when the time comes.”

That made Roxas clam up a little. While there was at least some comfort that Ganondorf was willing to believe that the Organization would be their enemy in the end (something not everyone on the Avenger was completely convinced of yet), it also made Roxas second guess whether he should have shared this much information with him. Would Ganondorf also try to use a power like Kingdom Hearts for himself? Based on what he’d heard about the guy? Probably.

Sensing the shift in tone, Ganondorf decided to leave the Nobody be for now. But if what the boy said was true…? Well, the Gerudo King would have keep a more wary eye out for the Organization’s actions and scrutinize their motives a bit more. Still, they were at least useful for the time being. But Ganondorf had no compunctions about discarding them the moment their usefulness ran out, or better yet, the moment they became his enemies.

wordcount: 4488 (+5 (+2 rapport))
Bowser Jr: Level 15 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(225/150)
Rika: Level 10 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(271/100)
Lvl 14 Geralt (193/140) -> (198/140)
Lvl 10 Roxas (39/100) -> (44/100)


”We should give Ace that spirit”

”Huh?”

”Hang on just a second” the prince said, before scampering off

”Huh”

Rika wasn’t really sure what to do with that thought. She's not really gotten why they were handing over the spoils of their fight to someone they hadn’t really seen since he got lost post the Blue mission, had been kinda surprise was still alive/came back, and who’d soon be off on a different mission once again. She hadn’t really talked with him then either and…

It was at this moment that Rika was struck by an unpleasant relapse of the sadness of the funeral and she did not like it. But it also hit her that the people they just had spent a bunch of time with, and actually talking with instead of just kinda being around (even if she’d mostly been on the sideline of that), were also going to go off like that. Who knew if they were also gonna come back.

It was that that spurred her to go find Geralt in the crowd and say to him super bluntly ”Hey. You should pokebattle Jr before we spit up so you can learn. Also Roxas should come”

Geralt looked at Rika a little confused, before shrugging and downing the rest of his drink. “Sure, kid. Sounds like a good idea. Lead the way.”

The ship girl nodded, and promptly about turned and went to go find Roxas, and initially failed entirely due to being too short to see past all the people. Then she started using double jumps to launch up above it, catching sight of Roxas and calling out ”Roxas. Come here.” and then belatedly, after another jump up, adding ”Please?”

Roxas tilted his head in curiosity at the display at first. But after that shrugged and went to go see what Rika wanted with him. ”Yeah? What’s up?” He asked after squeezing his way through the crowded room over to where he saw Rika jumping up from. Jr wasn’t around for once, but he did see that Geralt was.

”We’re gonna show him how to fight using pokemon before you both go” Rika explained simply, before adding ”Just as soon as my brother gets back” and then hopping up to try and work out where said brother was, only a little bit antsy about having lost track of him in the crowd.

“Figured it would be a good idea to get the basics before the team split up.” Geralt explained to Roxas, “though it was their idea.” He finished.

”Sure, sounds good to me.” Roxas replied with a shrug.

Soon enough, the koopa prince was brought along and brought onboard, and the quartet headed down to the training room once again, wherein Jr tried to gauge how much work getting Geralt up to speed was going to be.

”I guess how much minion commanding stuff have you done before?”

“None. Not really a thing Witchers wound up doing much at all.” Came the simple reply.

”Urgh”

”I mean did you either?” Rika asked Roxas, making an off the cuff guess as to the Nobody’s own experience levels.

Roxas himself didn’t directly have any experience at commanding monsters before becoming a Pokemon Trainer. However, his Other Half actually did for a time. Of course, trying to explain that would take entirely too long. So instead Roxas just shrugged and said, ”Kind of, but not really. But I battled with Scamp when I first met him at Port Meridian. Twice actually. Plus I battled Jr that one time just before we all split up.”

”See”

”Alright alright, let me figure something out um” Jr replied, scratching his head and glancing around, not going to be the one to suggest an actual match because of how much anti-fairy type there was between the other two trainers. Instead his eyes landed on a pretty typical punching bag in the training room.

”Ok, let’s just start off with this!” he said, pointing it out, and suggesting ”Let’s see if you can get your mon to hit that before you try and do an actual fight”

”How about you?” Roxas asked Jr, ”Ever battled with two against two before? I did once, back in Port Meridian. It was against a bad guy trying to steal Pokemon, uh, Pit teamed up with me for it.”

Geralt’s brow furrowed angrily at the story. “No shortage of bandits and thieves here, either, huh?” He grumbled.

”There were about a hundred of em in the armory” Rika replied, a bit too casually to tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not, while Jr focused on the challenge to his prowess.

”Huh? No? But I bet I’d be great at it!” Jr replied, before adding ”But there’s only 3 trainers so we can’t find out” and then after a half second pause adding ”and Rika’s whale is way too big to fit!”

”I mean I could borrow some? We’ve got. What. 3. 1. 4. That makes 8 pokemon. 2 each” Rika pointed out, counting them on her fingers as she spoke.

”Huh? Um. I guess?”

Geralt shrugged. “Guess we could do it. I'll be at a disadvantage, but the whole point is to learn. Failure is an effective teacher.”

”I mean, i’ve never done this before either really, soooo, me and Roxas vs you and jr would be fair, right?” Rika suggested, getting a ”Huh, what?” from her brother who’d just assumed they’d be on the same team.

Geralt agreed with a nod. “Sounds fair to me. What do you think, Roxas?” Completely bowling over Junior's dashed expectations.

”Let’s do it!” Roxas agreed. Then he looked over at Rika and asked, ”So which Pokemon do you wanna borrow?” He was willing to let her borrow one or two of his if she asked for them.

”hmmmm” Rika hummed, before requesting ”What were they called… Shocker and Titan” she requested.

”My Ghost types, huh?” Roxas asked with a grin, choosing their respective Poke Balls and offering them to Rika. ”Here ya go. Do you know what moves they can do? Titan can use Curse, Iron Defense, Shadow Punch, and Stomping Tantrum. And Shocker can use Electro Ball, Confuse Ray, Double Team, and Blizzard.”

”Oh. I guess so yeah. I just thought you’d like to use your new one and your evolved one was all” Rika said, as she weighed up her two options, and then tossed Shocker the haunted refrigerator onto the field. A haunted refrigerator that, because it was part machine, immediately gained a chaingun turret and missile launcher thanks to Col. Droneman’s spare parts buff.

”Huh” was Rika’s response to this, before she tentatively acknowledged that ”Using that’d probably be cheating” and resolving not to have the now packing heat refrigerator gun down the other pokemon.

Jr sighed, defeated, then shrugged and plucked his pokeballs from his bandolier and tossed them out to summon his mon for Geralt to see before asking ”How about you?”

Looking over his option, Geralt let Tirn out of his own ball, letting the Shieldon get a feel for its potential partners. “The floating one. What did you call it again, Peeka?”

”Yup. Coz they are like a boo!” Jr replied, seemingly very proud of what was presumably a pun.

Either way, the fluttermane hovered over, and took her spot by Geralt’s side, ready to take the field whenever he wanted her too.

Nodding, Geralt looked over the assortment of trainers and Pokemon before him, nodding. “Okay, so how do I actually do this?” He asked, completely lost. “How do I know what it can do?”

”Well, Jr and me typically just have most of our moves memorized.” Roxas said, ”But I’m pretty sure the Pokedex App on either of our phones can say what moves a Pokemon knows, too.”

”Ohhh. We should probably get you one of those. Here, you can use min though” Jr said, retrieving his phone and offering it to Geralt. As he did, Rika leaned over to Roxas and asked ”Can I?”

”Sure, I don’t mind.” The Nobody answered as he handed his silver-white cased Rotom Phone to Rika, who took it and started checking out his pokemon’s stats.

Taking the offered Pokedex, Geralt scanned Tirn with it (with help from Junior), prompting the device to chirp up. “Shieldon, the Shield Pokemon. It is outstandingly armored. As a result, it has no particular need to battle with others and can spend its time feeding on grass and berries.”

“Hmm. Not bad.” The Witcher commented with a nod, paying attention as the device also showed him what ‘moves’ the Pokemon had. “Only one actual attack, huh…?” And it wasn't a particularly great one, from what he could see. It seemed powerful, but caused self-inflicted damage as well. “No matter. You'll learn more.” Geralt reassured his Pokemon, earning a resolute nod from the Shieldon.

Peeka, on the other hand, was somewhat more offensively-focused without bottlenecking itself too deeply into any one battle philosophy. He gave the borrowed ‘Mon a nod, handing the Pokedex back to Junior. “We'll have to get me one before we leave tomorrow, but thanks.”

Jr nodded in agreement, before pondering for a moment and deciding ”Mimi, your up” prompting his Mimikyu to shimmy onto the field to face down the opposing Rotom. He definitely wasn’t putting Dazzle, his water type, out against an electric type, that was for sure.

Roxas then took one of his own Poke Balls and tossed it. ”You’re up first, Scamp! Come on out!” The ball released his recently-evolved Boltund who gave an excited bark before bending its legs in anticipation of whatever Roxas’s first command would be.

Geralt took up a spot beside Junior, watching as he directed Peeka forward. “You have more experience fighting, and I'd like to have a little more of my own before sending Tirn out for his first battle.” He commented.

”Hope you’re ready.” Roxas said, ”Scamp - use Nuzzle on Peeka!”

”Shocker, blizzard both of them!” Rika followed up, prompting the Rotom to pop open its fridge freezer door and unleash a torrent of cold air that swept over the far side of the arena, the mon artfully aiming this wave over the head of its ally.

Mimi was buffeted by the snowstorm, but rather than taking damage herself it was her disguise that took the hit, the oversized head snapping back to an unnatural angle. This, unsurprisingly, made her a bit miffed.

”Mimi, Mimic that move!” Jr commanded after seeing the effectiveness of it, causing the Mimikyu to swirl her tail around lke a wand, sucking up some of the lingering frost particles.

Geralt silently cursed as Peeka attempted to dodge Scamp’s attack but failed, sparks silhouetting the Flutter Mane's form. He'd been caught off guard by how quickly this all started. “Alright, then. Peeka, psybeam on Scamp!” For a split second, as the psychic energy charged, Geralt felt that same hunger he had with Dr. Yu, but it passed as soon as it came once the attack was launched. That boded poorly for his continued presence around Pokemon…

Scamp took the Psybeam and did manage to shrug it off, at least this time. But Roxas knew he couldn’t keep taking those Psybeams forever. Peeka may not have looked like a normal Misdreavous, was it still a Ghost type? If so…

”Scamp, target Peeka again! Use Bite!” And with Scamp’s Strong Jaw ability this could hit especially hard assuming the attack went through.

”Electroball her as well!” Rika added to this, prompting the floating fridge to discharge a ball of lightning that was more effective against slower targets (which was, unfortunately, due to her fusion, what Peeka was)

”Mimi, blizzard em both, stop em from focusing down the newbie” Jr commanded, prompting his mon to thrust her tail stick forwards and call forth her own blizzard to sweep across the enemy mon. It wasn't very effective against its origin, but the raw power of the move meant that it was almost as effective as anything Mimi could (currently) throw out herself.

Peeka took both hits hard, barely hanging on owing only to her relatively high level. The paralysis also meant that she was unable to act, despite Geralt's attempts to get her to. Luckily for her, Scamp also took a pretty hard hit from the Blizzard. So neither one of them were in the best of shape right now. ”Switch it up, Scamp! Use Nuzzle on Mimi!”

He scampared towards the little spook, who tried to back up, but was caught and then viciously nuzzled by the much larger canine-pokemon. Very little damage was dealt, but Mimi was now also paralyzed, adding insult to the (minimal) injury.

Adding a second insult, Rika commanded Shocker to ”Use Confuse Ray on Mimi!”, prompting her borrowed mon to blast her brother’s mon with a confuddling ray, prompting Mimi to bop herself on the noggin when Jr tried to get her to use Blizzard again.

”Gah, stupid status effects!”

Geralt sighed, shaking his head at how the battle was going. They were being trounced. “Peeka, try Dazzling Gleam!” He called to Junior's Pokemon. The Flutter Mane twirled with a flourish before unleashing a blast of sparkling energy on both Scamp and Shocker, dealing a surprisingly large amount of damage, though it was spread between the two Pokemon.

It did more than the Blizzard had to Shocker, the sheer raw power of the strike taking it fairly low, but Rika was undeterred, commanding her mon to ”Finish Peeka with an Electroball!” The ball of electricity landed viciously, Peeka floating to and fro dazed before sinking to the ground, knocked out.

“Come back, Peeka. You did good.“ Geralt sighed, returning the Flutter Mane to its Poke ball. “Alright, Tirn, now's your chance.” He continued, releasing the Shieldon from his ball.

After the Dazzling Gleam, Scamp was looking pretty rough. And Roxas knew they still had Dazzle to contend with. And so… ”Return for now, Scamp!” He called, recalling the Boltund to his Poke Ball to get a minute of rest and to catch his breath. Then Roxas brandished his remaining Poke Ball and threw it.

”Your turn, Turbo!” He said, calling out his Revavroom.

”Uh oh” was Jr’s response to the fairy anathema mon being thrown onto the field. He glanced at the still confused Mimi, and made a snap decision to also swap her out, calling out ”Come back Mimi” and then ”Go Dazzle!” as he sent out his pure water type onto a field that still had one electric type on it.

”Guess I wasn’t the only one with the idea to swap.” Roxas mused to himself before he more loudly called his next move, ”Turbo, target Dazzle - use Screech!” This elicited an engine rev from Turbo that soon amped up into an earsplitting noise focused in Dazzle’s direction. The poor pokemon dropped to the ground, flipper suppressed over his ears, but it wasn’t enough to prevent his defences being sharply lowered by the nasty status move.

“Tirn, take down on Shocker!” Geralt called to his Mon, looking for a revenge KO on the Rotom. Tirn launched forward in a reckless full-body tackle in response.

The heavy little pokemon slammed into the haunted refrigerator, sending it skidding back and then toppling over with a crash, leaving Shocker down for the count.

”Ah. Um. No wait they’re ok right ok come back” Rika rambled as she found herself a bit more taken aback by her mon fainting that she’d expected, before recovering and commanding ”Out you go Titan” to send Roxas’ Golett onto the field.

In the meantime, Turbo had finally stopped screeching before Roxas called for the next attack. ”Go for an Iron Head!” The Revavroom responded by revving her engine before peeling out into a head-on collision aimed at Dazzle.

With his defences savagely weakened, and the level difference massive, Dazzle was sent tumbling backwards by the impact, and left barely clinging on to consciousness.

”Ah! Uh. Quick, Dazzle, sing to Titan before they finish you off” Jr commanded, prompting his mon to push himself up on one flipper, presse the other to his chest, and to sing a soft lullaby that put Titan to sleep, which left Rika’s subsequent command to fall on deaf ears.

”Return!” Roxas said, recalling Turbo while Dazzle was busy using Sing. Then he tossed his other Poke Ball back out. ”You’ve got this, Scamp.”

“Tirn, follow up! Take down again, on Titan!” Geralt ordered, blissfully unaware that as a ghost type, Titan was utterly immune to the move. Tirn seemed hesitant, but nonetheless obeyed its trainer, charging forward and phasing right through the ghostly Pokemon, its attack having no effect. “What?” Geralt, baffled, muttered.

”Oops.” Roxas said apologetically, ”We forgot to tell you about how the types work. Sorry about that, Geralt.”

”Urgh” Jr groned, before saying ”Ghost types are immune to normal attack”

”and fighting!” Rika called over to add helpfully.

”Your turn, Scamp!” Roxas called, pointing directly at Dazzle, ”Hit ‘em with Spark!” The loyal Boltund growled into a bark before he bounded forward in an attempt to slam his electrified body into Jr’s Brionne, easily taking the water mon down with damage to spare.

”Back out Mimi, come one we can still pull this together” Jr called out, as his Mimikye, no longer confused, returned to the field.

Geralt sighed as he processed the information. It was like being unable to punch a Specter, he supposed. “Damn. Well, like I said, failure is a hell of a teacher.” He seemed to be taking the seemingly inevitable loss in stride. “Tirn, use swagger on Scamp.” He ordered, hoping it would cause similar havoc as to when they first found the Shieldon.

”Mimi, hone your claws!” jr called out, trying to take advantage of their foe’s deliberated states to power up. This gamble paid off vs titan at least, who continued napping.

”Don’t let it shake you, Scamp! Use Fire Fang - on Tirn!” Roxas called, hoping that the Boltund’s Strong Jaw ability and Shieldon’s Steel typing would let this be a solid super effective hit. But no luck. Scamp bounded forward but stumbled in his confusion and only succeeded in attacking himself, and with his attack sharply raised and his health already lowered from earlier rounds in the battle, that meant a hard hit. Hard enough that the Dog Pokemon KO’d himself.

”Guess we’re all down to one, now. Come back out, Turbo!” Roxas said, recalling Scamp and then tossing out Turbo’s Poke Ball. The Revavroom revved her engines in anticipation before Roxas quickly issued his next command, ”Swagger! On Mimi!”

While Roxas targeted Mimi, Geralt commanded Tirn to go after the Revavroom. “Tirn, hit Turbo with a take down!” It was a predictable move, but the only offensive tool his Shieldon had in its arsenal. The shield Pokemon bounded forward, launching itself into the living vehicle to deal a weak, resisted hit.

”Mimi! Shadow Sneak! Win that coinflip for me!” Jr commanded the confused pokemon. Her shadow extended, wobbling as she struggled to keep control of it, only for it to successfully hit Titan in the back, and with 3 attack raises and a crit, it did absurd amounts of damage, taking the sleeping pokemon down in a single hit, prompting a cheer form jr and an ”aww” from Rika

Unfortunately for Jr, Roxas didn’t look too worried about this. After all, he still had Turbo at nearly full with no status conditions. ”Use Iron Head on Mimi!” Roxas calmly called with a smirk on his face. His Revavroom fired up her engines and peeled out for another head on collision, this time aimed at Jr’s Mimikyu.

Now it was Jr’s turn to ”Awww” in disappointment as the already low Mimi was launched into next week by the massive engine of destruction. Or rather through a wall and into the next room.

”Well I’m out. Gonna go get her” Jr said, all his mon, borrowed or otherwise, down, before hoisting his paintbrush and scampering out the room to go revive his fainted pokemon. Rika, who was also out, added ”Going with!” as she too popped out of the room for a brief moment, leaving the Witcher and Nobody to finish the match.

It was something of a foregone conclusion anyway.

“Tirn, iron defense!” Geralt called, hoping the defensive tactic would buy him more time to think as the Shieldon rallied itself.

”Screech!” Roxas called, eliciting the rev of Turbo’s engine into the ear splitting sound that harshly lowered Tirn’s defense, effectively undoing the Iron Defense - but also simply stalling the battle out.

It was enough that Jr and Rika managed to come back before they were done, which the koopa prince was more than happy to complain about while he got to healing all the fainted mon back to consciousness: ”You’ve got all the type advantages just finish it already!”

Geralt nodded, a bit resigned. “Tirn, take down! Make him fight for it.”

”Turbo, brace yourself and hit back with Iron Head!” The Revavroom dug in her heels, or whatever equivalent one would do when they had wheels instead of feet. The Shieldon’s attack and - like before - did ineffective damage. And then Turbo struck, lurching herself forward while Tirn was still up close and slamming it with her Iron Head attack.

Tirn stumbled from the blow, wobbled for a moment, then finally plopped to the ground, knocked out. “Good job.” Geralt encouraged, drawing his sword and casting First Aid to return some vitality to the downed Shieldon.

“Good match, Roxas. Rika. You did good, Junior. Worry I held you back, though.” He followed up with the others, returning Peeka's ball to its owner.

”You, too.”

”I, uh, yup, definitely. For sure” Jr insisted for the sake of his ego, as he finished his rounds of casting ”Cure!” on all of the pokemon.

”That Turbo’ll be really hard to get past next time. Jr’s fairies really don’t like both its types” Rika said, before handing Roxas back his phone and pokeballs. He accepted them with a nod.

Geralt nodded, looking over the Revavroom. “Fairies are known to dislike iron, that much is true.” He replied sagely. “Wonder if Tirn would be a problem for them as well, if it learned a different attack.”

”Yuuuup” Jr agreed in a half groan, already seeing his future fate of uphill battles vs terrible type matchups continuing, before asking ”Can you catch some dragons or something please? That’d help out a lot”

Geralt blinked for a moment, then sighed. “Of course there are dragons. Witchers aren't supposed to hunt those, on account of them being sapient. Never heard a rule against capturing them to fight alongside you.” He joked.

”He’s just saying that because Fairy types are immune to Dragon type attacks, and because Dragon types are weak against Fairy moves.” Roxas teased. ”I know Turbo is strong against most of his fairies. But his Dazzle is strong against Titan. And so is Mimi.”

”and Peeka, but he’s strong vs them too. Plus Scamp and Shocker are both good against Dazzle” Jr pointed out.

”Also he’s got more pokemon than you now” Rika added, before wondering ”Maybe you’ll find one in the Forbidden Kingdom that’ll work well against his?”

”Eh maybe”

“Well, good luck to you over there tomorrow.” Geralt offered with a nod. “Not that you should need much. Might be young, but you kids are fighters.”

”I’m going with you guys to the Frozen Highlands, remember?” Roxas pointed out to Geralt with a grin, ”But I appreciate the thought, anyway.”

”Yeah we are” Jr agreed with a pump of a fist, while Rika shrugged and agreed ”It’s what I was made for, and I’ve only gotten better since I got freed” before adding ”I’m sure you two’ll be just fine over there as well, but um, good luck too”

”Mmm hmm. Go kick that guardian's butt with whatever plant it was he didn’t like, and then after that I’ll kick your butts in a pokemon battle!”

“Looking forward to it.” Geralt joked with a roll of the eyes. “Alright, I think it's time to settle down for the night.” He added, rolling his shoulders.

”Yeah…” Roxas said with a yawn, ”...you’re probably right.”

”I guesss” Jr relied reluctanctly, right before catching the infectious yawn and doing one himself and saying ”Yeah. Alright. Nighty night” with Rika echoing right after ”Night night”
Interested. I would like to ask if these trainers hail from Verillian or if they were brought from other regions. I have an idea for a Fighting type trainer that somewhat hinges on that question. My second question is whether or not Galarian Farfetched still counts as a single stage Pokemon since the original Farfetched was single stage. It's fine if it does, I already have a backup starter in mind just in case.

wordcount: 2118 (+3 exp) (+1 rapport)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(297/140)
Rika: Level 10 EXP: ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(213/100)
Lvl 14 Geralt (12140) -> (130/140)
Lvl 10 Roxas (23/100) -> (26/100)




The gang’s leisurely ride/drive to the abandoned truck stop was interrupted at the last moment by its current occupiers who yelled at them rather rudely to leave and then shot at them. Or near them

Not at all familiar with the concept of a warning shot, Rika leapt off of her steed and had it bank around to act as cover while she called out for the others to get ”Behind the whale!” to use it for cover. As it came to a stop and she crouched behind it, the ship girl began to turn the whale’s turrets towards the building, intending, it seemed, to simply level it rather than worry about where they were being shot from exactly.

With her brother having been a bit away from them in his own ride, it was down to the other two to allow or stop this behavior at their own discretion.

Geralt let out a long-suffering sigh at the warning shots, but his exasperation turned to alarm at Rika’s reaction. As the whale's turrets turned towards the shack, Geralt called out to her. “Rika, wait! Those were just warning shots. They're just trying to keep us out. Warn us that if we try to come closer, they'll shoot for real.”

”Huh?” Was Rika’s confused reply, but she did stop turning her turrets, and just in time too. A few more degrees and they’d have been shot at for real.

”But we do wanna go in though, right?” Rika asked with a confused cock of her head, before pointing out that ”My brother needs a wall to paint on”

The brother in question had wheeled around the other way when they’d been shot at with Roxas sprinting to follow, and was now driving his way over, a metal shield raised between him and the building in case they decided that stopping their approach wasn’t good enough.

Geralt just sighed at Rika's question, shrugging. “Up to you, but I usually don't make a habit of killing folk unless they really need it.” Punctuating the reality of the situation, he gestured over to the outpost. “Unless you think we can knock them all out without getting ourselves killed, that is.” Ultimately, it was up to them. He'd protect them if they decided that they needed this wall to draw on, but he wasn't going to start the fight, either.

”Huh” Rika replied, curling up a big metal fist, popping it under her chin, and going ”Hmmm” as she tried to think of doing this, at which point jr rolled in and asked ”Hey, what we doing?”

Once he’d been filled in, he said ”I mean I’ve got a spell that puts things to sleep, and Dazzle can do the same with singing. But I kinda need to know where they are to do that” before adding that ”also we could just go back to the cliffs and I could paint on those, but that’s booooooooring”

”So you’d rather… pick a fight… with strangers?” Roxas asked between heavy breaths after he caught up with the group. He was with Geralt on this one, not wanting to get into any fights they could avoid. He’d certainly still act in defense of his friends if they decided to go through with fighting. But he wouldn’t feel particularly great about it, either.

”If it’s a wall we need, then I can just make us one with my virtual cubes.” The Nobody offered.

”I mean, bad guy, remember” Jr began to rely, only for the loudspeaker to blare “I repeat. Turn back. You have ten seconds to comply” over him, the building holders clearly not satisfied with them simply stopping their advance, before beginning a countdown of “nine, eight, seven”

”Uuuuurgh, fine, we can go and try and make a wall!” the prince groaned, before starting up his car’s electric engine and setting off away from the gas staging muttering about how they couldn’t blame him if the art came out bad.

”Couldn’t we fire our own warning shot and make our own demands that they leave? We are stronger n stuff, right? I could, like, make a big explosion or something to scare em” Rika suggested, even as she followed her brother in moving away from the building, a whale trailing behind them in case the occupiers decided to try and shoot them in the back anyway (They didn’t).

As they started moving away, Geralt leaned over to Rika. “If we shot back, that might have triggered Galeem's influence and forced them to fight us to the death. I'm not exactly sure how it works with warning shots, but better to be safe I think.”

”I guess” she replied with a sigh

Roxas started to jog away but got the idea to ride on Turbo instead. He released the Revavroom from her Poke Ball and hopped on. Once her passenger was secured, Revavroom began accelerating forward in order to catch up with Jr’s clown car. Once they were a distance away, the Nobody hopped off of Turbo in thought. He wasn’t sure how big the wall needed to be exactly, and there were limits to the number of virtual cubes he could generate at a time.

Ultimately he decided on a five foot by five foot square wall to start with. If needed, he could always dispel the wall and generate one with slightly different dimensions if it wasn’t tall or wide enough for Jr’s painting to fit on it. Roxas grasped the triangular Phantom Ruby necklace he wore and proceeded to generate the five-by-five wall in question. The red virtual cubes were packed solidly together, and hopefully that was enough of a solid surface for the portal to be painted on.

”I guess this’ll work” the prince decided before snapping his fingers while thinking and saying ”Now, uh, what did it look like again? … oh, right!” before brandishing his brush, and painting a large M with two umlauts on top onto the wall, one that shimmered and revealed in it a vision of a bustling, non abandoned, truck stop

”And done!” he declared, planting the butt of his brush against the sand, frowning, and then asking, ”These gonna stick around after you go through? Coz I dunno what this vanishing while your going through would do”

”It should be fine.” Roxas said as he recalled Turbo back into her Poke Ball. ”The only times I’ve noticed them vanishing is if they’re destroyed in battle or if I generate a new set of cubes somewhere else.” He explained but then also added a warning, ”That still means this’ll be a one-way trip, though. So are we sure we’ve got everything we were after?”

Jr just sorta gestured around the landscape and its general lack of value to the likes of him before spotting one of the great gaaahrs way off back the way they had come and remembered an idea he’d had that they’d not acted on ”Oh. We forgot to record one of the tall things. Oops” before simply shrugging and saying ”oh well”

”I mean I wanted a big treasure but I guess the rocks will do” Rika said, having joined them just in time for the question

Geralt nodded. “I mostly just came to make sure you all didn't get eaten by a giant monster.” He said with a small smirk.

”Alright, then let’s go already!” Jr said, before bunny hopping his clown car up in front of the portal. It hung in the air for a moment, no propeller spinning, simply suspended, and then both he and it transformed into a stream of bubbles that flowed into the painting.

Within it, if the others looked closely, they could see a stream of bubbles pop into existence above near the entrance to the truck station, which then solidified into the form of the prince and his flying machine.

Rika didn’t look, she just counted in her head for a few moments to give her brother enough time to get clear, and then followed suit, warping from here to there in the blink of an eye.

Taking a deep breath, Geralt waited about as long as Rika had before jumping into the portal as well.

Roxas was the last one to go. He counted fifteen seconds in his after Geralt left before approaching and jumping through the portal. He was not a hundred percent sure if his assertion about the cubes had been correct, but it was a relief when it turned out that it was.

And just like that, the gang crossed the entire space they had just traveled, and a bit more, in only a fraction of the time it had taken them to get out to the outback.

”Soooo. Wanna go for a snack? Place we ate at last time is gone, which is lame, but whatever that is might be good” Jr suggested, referring to the new Cheesetopia restaurant that had replaced Grillby’s, only for Rika to remind him that ”Tora took all our money”

”Oh. Right.” the prince replied, a little dejectedly, before glancing around and saying ”Well there’s gotta be something to do round here till the others get back”

Taking a few moments to get his bearing after the portal, Geralt shrugged. “If it isn't too late, we could always try to get something on board the Avenger.” Far be it from him to turn down food.

”I guess we could just go right back rather than sticking around here” the prince replied, before asking ”wanna?”

Unfortunately Roxas was light in the pockets as well. He had some change from an earlier trainer battle he had won back in Port Meridia but that likely wasn’t enough to buy a meal, especially not for four people. ”Wonder if there’s some other way to get a snack?” He pondered aloud.

Geralt shrugged, looking around. “Unless we begged for it, or went back out to scavenge for food, can't think of many ways we could get our hands on something.”

”Shoulda taken whatever those shooty people’s salvage was” Rika grumbled, while Jr looked over at the manufacturing set up and though out loud ”I wonder if they’d wanna buy some of the rocks n stuff we found?”

`A quick check in about that, and the total sum they could get was a total of 6,300 z, which was a fair amount, yet at the same time not so much. Certainly enough for a little snack however. Little, being the key word, given it was 400-500 for a coffee alone. Still. It was something.

They got themselves settled down, and the kids grabbed themselves a pair of ‘Nitro Fuel’ juice boxes and one for Roxas as well. Geralt ordered an “Uncle Henry’s” for his own drink.

As for food, Rika more or less insisted they get a Cheesetopia Platter due to it giving them the most variety in food possible on their budget. Plus it was good for sharing.

Not a lot of food, but then the point really was to be able to sit down in the air conditioned restaurant and take another break while they waited for the other groups to get back. And all it cost about 2/3s of the money they’d just gotten then so be it.

Still, it was a pleasant enough way to pass the time, and so the quartet engaged in low stakes smalltalk till the time to head back and meet the mysterious commander of the lost numbers arrived.
Sky Blues

Lvl 8 Sandalphon (31/80), Lvl 5 Captain Falcon (26/50)
Word Count: 1335



When the Avenger first touched down, kicking up dust and sand in its wake, the area around the strange mountain had been drab and overcast, almost lifeless, but the winds had continued to blow in the hours since then. Their ceaseless circulation had ushered in a resplendent season of plenty, with the afternoon sun shining down from the radiant heavens on countless forms of plant and animal life. Together they formed a gorgeous tapestry, and from her vantage point on top of the airship itself, Sandalphon was content to simply stand and observe the stunning landscape. She could see for miles and miles, from the red rock canyons and buttes to the east across the yellow-grass plains to the northeast, and she could ponder the avocado-shaped trees to the north. In the distance, an old woman the size of an ant hung her blouses and socks on the clothesline attached to her hovel, and racecars scuttled along their tracks like roaches startled by a light.

No matter what she saw, though, the archangel could not banish the dreadful, gnawing sensation that she was wasting her time. That her time could be better spent elsewhere. For once, Sandalphon didn’t know what to do.

”See anything interesting?” Came the voice of Captain Falcon as he climbed up from the access hatch, now fresh from a nap he had just taken in his personal quarters that he shared with Geralt. Although he looked like he wasn’t expecting much of an answer. ”Yeah… this particular region doesn’t have a whole lot in the way of scenery. Mostly wide open spaces. Good for racing though, I’ll give it that.” Clearly he already had some familiarity with the Paved Wilderness.

Rather than look over at him, Sandalphon kept her eyes on the landscape. “I see all sorts of things that interest me. Anthills taller than houses. Shacks stitched together like quilts. Birds with the features of amphibians. Chitinous coral, capable of explosive growth. Immense stone formations shaped by eons of wind, like clay in a divine potter’s hands. Reptilian pangolins that move in herds. Avocados…” She paused, not sure how else to describe those surreal, tree-like growths. “And countless feats of engineering, each a marvellous union of function and form. Maybe these things are mundane to you, but for someone like me, it’s a whole new world.” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, cradling her staff in the crook of her arm.

The Captain rubbed the back of his neck, ”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.” He said apologetically. ”You’ve got a point though. I’ve spent some time in the Paved Wilderness before this so I guess that’s why I took its environment for granted.” He paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ”I wonder if I could spot Death Wind from up here?” He mused, referring to an F-Zero track he could recall being located in the Paved Wilderness. It wasn’t the real Death Wind, the original track being located on its own planet in his world. But the one he briefly raced on here in the World of Light was a spot on copy of it, nonetheless.

“I'm not offended,” Sandalphon clarified. “It's simply a difference in perspective.” She paused for a moment, her pupils inverted triangles as she thought. “Actually, your perspective may be of interest to me, Captain. Our lack of acquaintance makes you an ideal candidate. If you're willing, I would like to offer you a hypothetical question.”

”By all means.” Falcon said with a welcoming gesture. ”Shoot.”

“Thank you.” Sandalphon considered her phrasing for a moment, her pupils in the shape of loading rings. Then they became pound signs. “If you were one day diagnosed with a terminal illness, and told that you had only a matter of months to live, how would that make you feel? And what actions would it prompt you to undertake?”

”Personally, I’d spend as much time as I could with the people I care about most.” The Captain answered initially. But after a moment of further thought his own curiosity got the better of him. ”Is this about that whole Ten Year Time Limit business?” He asked, ”Because that would change my answer slightly, and instead I’d be more determined than ever to find a way to solve the problem.”

After a moment, Sandalphon nodded. “I admit that was my real consideration, yes. Of course, the dilemma at that point is whether or not the problem is solvable in the time that remains. Or that solving it would change the termination date.”

”Valid points.” The Captain readily admitted. In spite of the subject matter, he was still remarkably good at keeping his spirits up. ”But maybe we aren’t the ones who were meant to solve the problem?” He suggested with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

Sandalphon’s eyes narrowed, her pupils changing to question marks.

”This ship and all of its facilities were built up, not by the Seekers, but by the Lost Numbers.” Falcon clarified, ”We’re only here for ten years maximum before we become reset by the system and our memories along with it. But them? They stick around, they keep going, with or without us.” Cap exhaled a long breath to give the sentence a chance to hang in the air before he finally concluded, ”Maybe this is really meant to be their fight? Their race to win?”

The archangel shook her head. “The Lost Numbers cannot win without us, or more accurately, those born of the system like us. They have neither the numbers nor the power to challenge Moebius. Moreover…” She paused, her pupils replaced by stress marks. “Were we to succeed, defeat Galeem, and restore everything, would those born in this world not cease to be? How could it be their fight if it is not their future?” For once, Sandalphon seemed genuinely perturbed. Almost distraught.

”Do you know that for certain?” The Captain countered. ”How much of a certainty is it - really - that they’ll disappear?” He pressed, ”We all assume that they would disappear along with this world. But at the end of the day, that’s all it really is - an assumption. Even the Lost Numbers themselves don’t seem to be a hundred percent sure what will happen to them, otherwise why would they be doing this at all?”

After a brief pause, Cap hammered in one more point. ”We’ve been told that people like us aren’t even real - that we’re just copies of the real thing for use in this system.” A pause, ”But are we, really? Could fake copies be capable of developing feelings for one another and bearing offspring? That sounds like something only real people can do, to me.”

While he spoke, Sandalphon averted her eyes. “Assumptions…yes. How foolish of me.” Her gaze rested on the savannah that stretched out across the dusty wilderness. “In the end, we have so few answers. All we can do is continue to fight as long and hard as we can, and hope that others will carry the torch when we’re gone.” The broad, vaguely optimistic statement coupled with her body language indicated that she had no more questions, and was not interested in further conversation.

Cap, able to read the room, offered a shrug and turned back toward the hatch he climbed up out of. ”Well, I think I’ll hit the gym for a bit. Just because I’m not out there right now that’s no excuse for me to be slacking off.” He said as he opened the hatch, ”Thanks, Halo. Good talk.”
Hashing Things Out

Ganondorf & Primrose

Level: 7 - Total Exp: 47/70
Level: 11 - Total EXP: 243/110
Word Count: 1,542
Exp: +3
Rapport: +3


Once Primrose's immediate plans to clean off and change were done she still deigned not to eat in the mess hall when everyone else gravitated toward it. Or even after that. Instead she went to make her way to the Avenger's Spirit Chamber, finding that though she'd tried to get some rest... it did not come to her easily in the quarters she once shared with Midna. There were spoils of victory to sort through, and the princess would not have let the spirits go to waste - although Primrose didn't intend to use them purely in the other woman's memory or anything quite so sappy as that.

Now dressed in a more simple, casual outfit that consisted of a loose gray sundress and matching slip-on shoes borrowed from the spare clothes on the Avenger, Primrose walked through the ship’s halls with a plain sand colored bag hung over one shoulder. Inside were many little motes of light that she'd figured out what to do with once she arrived.

On her route she passed by many rooms where people came and went, and eventually found that ahead of her was the large silhouette of the Great King of Evil. Primrose did not call out to him at first. She wasn't exactly wary around Ganondorf, at least not anymore so than some of the other men in the Seekers, but ever since he'd joined the campaign there had been people more familiar with the man warning them of what he was capable of. One of those people had been the Twilight Princess, whose disdain for Ganondorf she'd made all too clear. Primrose herself had fought together with Ganondorf a handful of times already, and had even accompanied him in his meeting with Gerudo Town's leadership, and though she still considered Ganondorf to be an ally (if one with both a political tongue and violent temper), now that Midna was gone she couldn't help but recall her friend's words more clearly.

Ultimately though, she would be hard pressed to learn anything more about him from mere observation at this point. After a few more moments Primrose quickened her pace, her footsteps signaling her presence.

"Good timing," the dancer murmured to the man once she caught up with him. She opened her bag, gesturing to the trio of juggernaut spirits she'd taken after their battle together against them in one of the Qliphoth's hollows, among other spirits. "I was headed to the Spirit Chamber with these, but you're entitled to them as well."

The warlord in question slowed his pace a bit when he heard the approaching dancer. ”Ah, those.” he replied, ”I believe the Gravemind gave me more than my fill of spirits for now.” He gave a waving gesture, ”Do with them as you will.” After this he held her gaze a moment longer. Ganondorf wasn’t blind, of course. He knew quite well how wary of him some of the other Seekers were. Due in part to the circumstances in which they found him down in the Under, but also no doubt due to what the Twilight Princess had told them about him as well.

”Midna told you more of my history, didn’t she?” He guessed aloud.

Primrose did not look surprised at Ganondorf's intuition. She merely closed her bag back up, regarding him plainly. Her face was perfectly cordial, betraying none of her thoughts on her face.

"Actually, I never got to speak with her in depth about her issues with you," she told the man. And it was true, she only knew what most others on the team knew. Like her countenance, her voice was mildly pleasant.

"Speaking of the Guardian... I'm sure that some may take issue with your taking such power. Those who know you better, or the other yous." Whether Primrose was one of those people was impossible to tell. She raised a hand casually as she spoke. "I'll judge for myself, though." This elicited a nod of acknowledgement from the Gerudo in return.

”She claimed I usurped the throne of her kingdom.” Ganondorf said offhandedly. ”She didn’t seem to be lying when she said it. And yet…” he paused in brief thought, ”...I have no memory of those actions. Perplexing, isn’t it?”

"Maybe so. If we weren't trapped in a cycle of life and death in a patchwork world..." Primrose pointed out. Of course if it was about Midna's kingdom back in their own world, that was a different story. Even then, the World of Light seemed to make a lot of things seem less perplexing in general.

At that point the pair's pace had slowed so they could talk.

"I wouldn't put it past you though," she told Ganondorf. "You've mentioned conquest before yourself, besides 'reclaiming' your own throne in Gerudo Town."

Once again any personal feelings she had didn't show through in her words. She was merely stating facts.

"Merely words so far, though." she said, turning a curious eye on the warlord.

”I will not deny that I have waged my share of war.” Ganondorf said in response. ”Her kingdom, from what I understood, was of the same world as my own homeland. Ergo.” Ganondorf said theorizing, ”I suspect we may have been brought here from different eras. She, from my future. And I, from her past. Messy business, that.”

Primrose hummed lightly. Messy indeed, but it made sense.

If nothing else, Ganondorf had always been straight forward with the Seekers just like he was now. Normally he plainly stated his contempt and intentions both. If the dancer had to guess, the man most likely considered himself above mere deception and powerful enough to handle any repercussions should they arise. And perhaps he was.

She chose her next words carefully, subtle in her study of the man's response. "Though I suppose you don't need to worry about it anymore."

Ganondorf exhaled a long breath before he spoke again. ”Perhaps not. But it does make me think harder on what that old goat in the Under told us before we departed…”

Primrose thought back to that conversation. Asgore had been the first person to really give them answers about how the world in its current state worked. Although it wasn't that information she thought Ganondorf meant.

"'The King of Evil, born to kill. To conquer, to destroy.'" Primrose quoted, her memory even more unfailing now after one of her more recent fusions. "Feeling remorse at the actions of your previous lives, or the future written in stone?"

”Remorse is a strong word.” Ganondorf was quick to reply. ”A more accurate offering might be… perspective, I think. At the time I wrote the old king off completely. Yet here we are, aboard a vessel crewed by individuals born in Galeem’s world. And they’ve told us the same thing he did. So now I can no longer simply write Asgore off. But at least I have the unique opportunity to learn from the mistakes of my previous lives and ensure I do not repeat them.”

Primrose didn't respond immediately, letting the both of them sit with Ganondorf's thoughts. She found his choice of words interesting, and yet she again sensed no lies from the Gerudo. Was it the effect of his spirit fusions on his personality that made the man called the 'King of Evil' consider the heinous actions of his past lives 'mistakes'? And though built on the foundation of those previous Ganondorfs, was he even the same person now at all? Little did she know that the man had a very different definition for the word “mistake”.

The question went for all of the Seekers, even all of the world's inhabitants save for the few Lost Numbers. It had been brought up by others, and Primrose herself had thought of it fleetingly from time to time. However, like she'd told Ms. Fortune down in the depths of the earth, just because someone had changed it didn't stop them from being the same person. Besides, she didn't really believe that Ganondorf had changed so much that he was no longer the kind of person that would lead armies and take territory, violently if necessary. Not that that was really any of her concern in the first place. Her only real question was if they could continue to put their trust in Ganondorf while they did battle against those that ruled over this world.

And really, trust was a stronger word than remorse.

"I'm sure many would be happy if you see that you didn't," she began, raising her shoulders as if to shrug. "Though now that you're here, destoried and campaigning against Galeem, I doubt you would have much time to make those same mistakes regardless."

Not to mention with the time limit on their souls in place. Who knew how long the warlord had been chained in the Under before they'd found him?

After a moment Primrose continued. "As for myself... I find it a much more sure thing to deal with a villain who is forthright in his villainous ways rather than one who conceals and denies them."

Which was as much of a vote of confidence the man was going to get, whether he grew to regret his other lives' choices or not.
The Warlords Talk

Edelgard & Ganondorf
Word Count: 1,267
Exp: +3
Rapport: +3


During his experimentation in the training center, Ganondorf had made another rather unfortunate discovery about his new abilities. And after a short visit to Dr. Yu, he learned that the solution to this new “problem” was simply that he would have to eat more. A lot more depending on how bad his condition was going forward. Ganondorf carried not one plate, but three. Each one piled with a selection of meat and vegetables. Not because he was starving for food, but because he needed the biomass.

With a low grumble under his breath, the Gerudo took a seat at what appeared to be the least populated table in the mess hall. That table just so happened to be occupied by the Flame Emperor herself. Ganondorf offered a small nod of acknowledgement before he began to eat his food. But while he did this, he appeared to be observing his own body. Or more specifically, his armor which had suffered some damage throughout the battle in the Qliphoth despite the changes made by his recent fusion. And just as Dr. Yu had informed him, the damaged parts of the armor appeared to “regenerate” itself as he ate his food, as though there were some unseen hands performing repairs on it as he continued to consume his meal.

”Hmph.” He muttered, ”This is going to take some… getting used to.”

Edelgard, already about halfway through her meal, flicked her eyes to Ganondorf in acknowledgment when he sat down, but she did not say anything. It was only after she noticed movement inconsistent with a person eating in her peripheral vision that she truly paid him any mind, and the sight of his armor regenerating itself finally caught her attention. ”Self-repairing armor? Given its chitin-like appearance, I take it that this is a result of your fusion with the Guardian?”

”Unfortunately, yes.” Ganondorf answered with a brief chuckle. ”According to Dr. Yu, the armor isn’t really repairing itself. Something to do with it obeying my will, from what she described.” Ganondorf clarified, ”And I can only do this by consuming- what was the word she used? Bio…mass? Food, in other words. And large amounts of it depending how much damage there is. And that’s not even the worst part.” He paused briefly to consume another big bite of food.

”She also told me that the spirit made me immune to most healing powers. If I want to recover then from now on it will have to be by my own power or by eating food. Which means recovering from future battles is going to be… challenging, to say the least.”

Edelgard hummed, mildly disturbed by the implications of what Ganondorf had just said. ”I…see. I will admit, such a dramatic limitation has made me even warier of using these ‘Spirits’ than I was previously. I haven’t always found the greatest rewards from their destruction, but my fighting style already possesses its own limitations that I use magic to counter-balance. To even further limit those options…it would need to be something so greatly accustomed to my own abilities that it would only hamper the areas I am already deficient in, loathe as I may be to admit to weakness.”

Ganondorf offered a low chuckle of agreement. ”Aren’t we all?” He asked. ”Despite how some of us present ourselves in front of others. In the end, we’re all merely mortals. With all the flaws and weaknesses that come with it.” After a pause to eat a bit more of his food, he added, ”But I wouldn’t worry myself too much about the setbacks of using spirits. From what I have observed, it seems the Guardian spirits specifically are the ones that grant the most power with the most drawbacks. Other spirits I have used have not offered nearly such crippling costs to use them.”

Edelgard nodded along to Ganondorf’s proclamation that they were all mortal, though her mind turned to Rhea and Palutena in turn. Was her former master in Skyworld of the same ilk that the Archbishop of Fodlan had been? Pit was as utterly devoted to her as the Knights of Seiros were to the draconic monster, so she did not for a moment truly trust the angelic captain’s measure of her. But their world was so obviously different from her own, so could she judge them by the same lens she judged Rhea and her followers? She pulled herself from her thoughts, replying to Ganondorf’s final thoughts.

”I suppose that is some small relief to hear. Though it has done little to disabuse me of my previous notions. If the severity of the drawback is relative to the strength of the power granted, it would do one well to remain extremely cautious about what they use on themself, unlike that monstrous Geralt fellow. His skill with his many weapons is without doubt, but even his eyes are no longer human.” She lowered her voice to deliver her judgmental words, ignorant of how she was both right and very, very wrong.

”Ah, but that is where the challenge truly lies.” Ganondorf said in response, ”Guardian spirits are unique, in that they must be consumed. Lest the Guardian be reborn and must be defeated all over again.” He said, having moved on to his third plate of food by now. ”So unfortunately for us, that means someone must always use the Guardian spirits in some way in order for the Guardian’s defeat to be final.”

Edelgard nodded slowly at the explanation, humming thoughtfully. ”So then the game becomes finding who has the best synergy with the Guardian’s Spirit, and who among those has the greatest willingness to suffer a drastic drawback. I see.” She took another bite of her food, chewing while she thought. Once she swallowed, she continued. ”Do you know who has the other Guardian spirits?”

”That would be Geralt, I believe.” Ganondorf answered flatly, though his lips had curled into a small and knowing smirk. ”Or rather, he has the lion's share of them, anyway. Sectonia possesses one, as do Susie and now I. Geralt, I believe, has the rest. If I’m not mistaken, that is.”

Edelgard sighed, rolling her eyes at Ganondorf’s smirk. ”Yes, I do believe I deserved that.” She conceded. ”That sounds…almost unbelievable, to be honest. That much power in one man? If he were to die…one Guardian spirit an enemy could take would be terrible, but that many? If my count is correct, that would be four spirits in one man. Four Guardians potentially relinquished to whomever kills him. No matter how powerful he is, that feels the height of irresponsibility.”

”Perhaps that is a question best saved for the man himself?” Ganondorf suggested as he began to wind down on his third and final plate of food. ”There may be some explanation for it all that we aren’t aware of. Otherwise, I am inclined to agree with you.”

Edelgard nodded, returning to finish her own food. While she hadn’t been in much of a mood to converse, Ganondorf’s presence and strange transformation courtesy of the Guardian spirit had been a good distraction. ”Well, it would seem we are both nearly finished here. I must thank you for an enlightening, if brief, conversation.”

”The pleasure was mine, Your Highness.” Ganondorf responded with a nod. He rose from his seat so that he could take away his now empty plates. He also gave himself one more cursory examination to ensure his armor had regenerated as it was supposed to. Then with another nod of acknowledgement, he moved to take his leave of the Flame Empress’ company.


Word Count: 1,051
Level 9 Roxas: 89/90
Exp Gained: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 91/90

The Final Hollow - Aftermath


Roxas watched for a moment while the Guardian finally fell. But his attention was then shifted to focus on D. His MP was back, so he could maybe try to take the fight back to the vampiric Consul. But then D just… left. He gave a short speech about how they’d meet again before retreating from the Qliphoth. The Seekers won. And yet, it didn’t feel like much of a win. Between those they almost lost, and the ones they actually did lose? The victory was hollow, at best.

”Goldlewis… Midna…” The Nobody whispered to himself. This wasn’t the first time he had to watch friends be taken. But that didn’t make it any less painful by a longshot.

Roxas was quick to offer his Curaga to as many as he could who needed it. And that included himself. Other than that, he didn’t want to stay in this Hollow any longer than he had to. And so when the Fultons were finally offered, Roxas was quick to take one for himself. He - and everyone else he suspected - were going to need time to rest and process all of this.

The Avenger


When he came to, Roxas looked around the hangar briefly. No one was really celebrating. And that was no surprise. Most seemed to be interested in getting some food in their systems. And Roxas could probably stand to do the same. But not yet.

He had his own thing to do first.

After a quick shared glance with Zenkichi and Sandalphon, Roxas walked toward the lift that would take him up to where the personal quarters all were. He looked for the room that Zenkichi told him to find, and once he had found it? Roxas approached the door and gently knocked on it. ”Akane, are you there? It’s Roxas.” Before anyone even answered, The Nobody could already hear Scamp inside giving his usual excited ‘bow-wark’. That finally got Roxas to smile again.

“Oh! Right! It’s open, come on in!” called a girl’s voice from inside - Akane’s.

After the door opened, Roxas couldn’t even walk two steps inside without getting pounced on by Scamp, who was barking and licking his face excitedly. ”Ah, hey! I missed you, too, buddy!” Roxas exclaimed in between laughs and attempts to wrestle the Yamper off of him. But Scamp wasn’t alone. Titan was nearby, though not as energetic - it still looked happy to see its Trainer. ”Hey, Titan!” Roxas greeted, bumping his fist with the Golett’s. Then he looked at Akane. ”I hope these guys behaved themselves and didn’t give you too much trouble?”

Akane laughed with a shrug, “Oh, they were fine. Titan mostly just chilled, and Scamp spent a lot of the time playing with Maru.” She said, “Roxas, you said? You… you’re the one who got Galeem out of my head, aren’t you?”

Roxas blinked, ”I am?” He asked before recalling a second later, ”Oh, that was me, wasn’t it?”

“Duh.” Akane said in a teasing tone, “My dad held onto me while you did that thing with your weapon.”

”Heh, sorry.” Roxas said, rubbing the back of his neck. ”Feels like forever ago, so I must have forgotten temporarily. Hope that process wasn’t too unpleasant for you.”

“Nah, I’m over it.” Akane said, then her eyes sparkled a bit when she spotted the silvery jackal mask hanging off of Roxas’ hip, “Omigosh, that mask! Are you one of the Phantom Thieves? They’re so cool!”

”What?” Roxas asked, surprised. ”N-No, I’m not-”

“Whaddya mean, ‘you’re not’?” Akane demanded, “You’ve got a mask like they do. You’re the same age. You’ve got a cool weapon and abilities. Are you sure you’re not one of them?”

”I’m positive.” Roxas said in an apologetic, ”Sorry to disappoint you.”

Akane puffed her cheeks out in frustration, “Aw, man, and I thought I finally got to meet one of them!” she huffed, but calmed down a bit a moment later. “Still, even if you’re not a Phantom Thief, you’re pretty similar, you know. Hey, maybe they’d let you join them!”

”I kinda doubt that.” Roxas said with a chuckle, ”Say, what happened to Shocker? I don’t see him around.”

“Oh, you mean your ghost pet?” Akane asked, “He should be here somewhere.”

”Come on, Shocker, stop hiding now. I’m back!” Roxas called out. This got the playful ghost Pokemon to come out of hiding. But he didn’t look the same. No longer did Shocker look like a floating desk fan. Now he looked like a floating mini-fridge with a light purple aura. ”Huh? What happened?”

“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you-” Akane said sheepishly, “We were getting a snack earlier when Shocker decided he wanted to play a little hide-and-seek and… he turned into this after he hid inside the refrigerator.”

”In other words, he possessed a different appliance and it changed his form.” Roxas said with a nod of understanding, ”He can change forms and abilities based on what appliance he possesses. So I guess hiding in that refrigerator changed him into this form.”

“You gonna try and get him to change back?” Akane asked curiously.

”Nah.” Roxas said, ”I’m curious to see what this form can do.”

“By the way…” Akane said, “...did… my dad make it back?”

”Yeah, don’t worry about that.” Roxas assured her, ”I think I saw him heading somewhere to get food or a drink. He’ll be back up soon, I bet.” Roxas exhaled and looked away for a moment.

“Did… something happen down there?”

”Well…” Roxas started to explain, but stopped himself. ”It’s probably better to let your dad be the one to tell you.” He said vaguely. ”Um, thanks for looking after my Pokemon for me, Akane. Maybe we could… hang out properly some time?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” Akane said, though she noted the dodgy nature of his earlier answer. “Your Pokemon make good company for Maru.”

”Yeah,” Roxas said, ”they do, don’t they? I’ll see you around then.” He offered a short wave before leaving with his Pokemon in tow.

“See you around, Roxas!” He heard Akane call after him as he made way elsewhere on the Avenger.


Word Count: 1,076
Level 7 Ganondorf: 44/70
Exp Gained: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 46/70

The Final Hollow - Aftermath


Ganondorf’s breath was ragged and uneven. Even with the full healing he got earlier from Sandalphon’s Angelic Wings and the continued healing he received from Blazermate, Gravemind’s spores and poison attacks had still clearly worn the warlord down. Still, he wasn’t ready to declare victory yet. Not until he confirmed that the Consuls had shared the Guardian’s fate. And from what he could tell, it looked like at least two of them did. D, on the other hand, fled with his tail between his legs.

”Hmph, coward.” Ganondorf muttered to himself. In virtually any other circumstance, he would be advocating for the pursuit of D to finish him before he could recover. But unfortunately the Seekers were in no shape to do such a thing. Not even himself, much to his own chagrin. Moments later, Ganondorf looked down and saw Grimm, the troupe master, offering him the spirit of Gravemind.

”Very well.” Ganondorf agreed. From what he’d learned, Guardian spirits had to be absorbed, otherwise the Guardian itself would simply revive. And there was no way Ganondorf was going to put himself through fighting that monstrosity again. And so he took a breath and pressed the Gravemind into himself to consume it.



The first immediately noticeable change was his size. Ganondorf was bulkier than before. Not necessarily taller, but certainly more muscular. The second most noticeable change was the more sickly green tinge his skin took in color. Well, that and the four tentacles that could now grow out of his back and be used for attacks and possibly as extra limbs in general. That was certainly going to take some getting used to. Ganondorf also felt… eerily calmer than before. But also a whole lot more cold and calculating as well. ”So… this is the power… of a Guardian’s spirit.” He postulated, rolling his shoulders and trying to get himself accustomed with the physical changes.

It came with more powers, too, he knew that. But those would have to be tested later. For now, getting out of this goddesses-forsaken tree was the first priority. To that end, he accepted a Fulton from Sandalphon and prepared to make the ascent back up to the ship.

The Avenger


It was only after he came to, in the Avenger’s hangar, that Ganondorf was able to actually see how much damage that battle had inflicted on the Seekers as a whole. He hadn’t noticed mid-battle how many were gravely injured or outright lost during the engagement. Now he could see it clearly. Unacceptable. Not exactly due to any empathy in the Warlord’s heart, but because he knew that Moebius would only escalate their efforts further. And if this was the result of the current escalation? Then the Seekers - yes, including him - needed to be more prepared than ever.

”Curse you, Moebius.” The Gerudo muttered under his breath, saying nothing more.

And while everyone else filed away to eat or rest, Ganondorf made his way to the Training Center. He wasn’t ready to rest yet until he properly experimented with The Gravemind’s powers. He wasn’t about to be foolish enough to blindly charge into another battle without actually testing them first.

The Training Center was the same as it always was. There was a small ring for sparring, a range for testing shooting weapons, weights for lifting, basically everything. Ganondorf decided to use the target dummies in the firing range to test his newly acquired back-protrusions. After getting a bit closer, he grew them longer and was able to make them lash out at the dummy. It was similar to the scythe attacks that The Gravemind pieces attacked with during the battle against it.

After some more time experimenting, Ganondorf discovered that pieces of him - even when severed - could still move and be controlled independently. In some ways it reminded him of Nadia. But unlike Nadia, Ganondorf’s separated pieces could apparently infect other lifeforms or biomasses and convert them into Infected Forms that he could then command. Well, that was one way to grow an army, albeit not a very pleasant method for whomever was being “recruited”.

And he could sense something else that had been following him ever since he consumed The Gravemind’s spirit - Brother Moon. That ominous moon-like object that hovered over the previous battle and could have threatened to end more lives had the battle not been won sooner. It was… following him now. He wasn’t sure what fully meant, but Ganondorf did know that he now had the power to call on it just as The Gravemind tried to do in the Qliphoth. Certainly a tactic to consider the next time they engaged with Moebius’ forces.

Ganondorf took a breath, fatigue and even hunger were now beginning to catch up to him. He needed a meal, and rest. So he ended his experimenting for the time being and left the Training Center. His next destination would be the mess hall.





Word Count: 907
Level 7 Ganondorf: 41/70
Level 9 Roxas: 85/90
Level 5 Captain Falcon: 15/50
Exp Gained: 2 (x2)
NEW EXP Balance--- 44/70, 89/90, 19/50

Final Hollow ~ The Dead Zone


D wasn’t done yet. That much was clear. Captain Falcon had a moment of brief celebration, but Roxas didn’t. Unlike the Captain, he’d seen what it looked like when Consuls were actually defeated. And since D wasn’t dissolving or disappearing? It meant he was still able to keep going. And then, as if to prove the Keybearer right, D rose and took off into the air. And after that, all Hell broke loose.

As soon as the Consul flew up, Roxas instinctively conjured a roof of virtual cubes to shield himself from the projectiles he knew were incoming. The cubes wouldn’t hold for long, but they would shelter him and nearby Seekers long enough for Roxas to renew all their Tailwind buffs, including his own. But after that? Even the notion of actually reaching D became a puzzle in and of itself. Falcon tried summoning his Striker Bianca to fire an elemental arrow at the Vampire, but a conjured storm of bats prevented the shot from getting through. And Roxas had no such luck of his with the RockGun, the shots eliciting the same result as the bounty hunter’s striker.

Between that and all the movement to dodge the hailstorm of projectiles D was sending down? There really didn’t seem to be a chance for them. Roxas could use his StepSword to teleport to D for a strike, but would that even succeed? Or would he just get caught by D’s scythe or wings and then sent hurtling down for a painful crash into the ground. But soon it became apparent that D was not their only problem.

Nearby, Ganon’s onslaught against Gravemind actually caused the Guardian to break apart into more individual pieces. And while the transformed Warlord was continuing his assault on as many of those pieces as he could keep within reach, some of them still managed to scatter to other parts of the battlefield. One of them was flying up toward the moon object, and Blazermate was the only one able to pursue it. Two stray pieces also wandered closer to the fight against D.

”Great! That’s all we needed!” Falcon exclaimed as he dodge rolled away from being struck by a pillar of light. Reluctantly he shifted his focus and engaged one of the stray pieces of Gravemind. At least this was something his attacks could actually reach. ”Ryuugeki Ken!” The bounty hunter scrambled as he slammed a close range blast of fiery chi against the Gravemind piece before following that with a blur of kicks. ”Gen’ei Kyaku!”

Nearby, Roxas had also reluctantly shifted his gears. He used the StepSword and vanished just before a sickle from D could slice him and then reappeared to strike the other stray Gravemind piece from behind with his ignited energy blade. ”This is getting on my last nerves!” The Nobody admitted as he began to hack and slash at the piece with his Keyblades. He was still out of MP so he couldn’t even use any of his spells or other techniques right now. But when he saw that Falcon had his target stunned and was charging up a punch, Roxas thought fast and hooked the Gravemind piece with his Keyblades and managed to fling it into the other one just in time.

”Falcon PUNCH!”

Cap’s fiery fist exploded into the Gravemind piece, managing to catch them both and finish them off at the same time. ”Well that’s that solved. But what are we supposed to do about D?”

Meanwhile, Ganon was still hacking away at the remaining larger pieces of Gravemind. He wanted to stop the one that flew upward but it was currently out of reach. He had no choice but to rely on Blazermate to find a way to force it back down. As for himself, he kept the large pieces at bay and even managed to destroy one with a charged Lightning Strike from his weapons. The power granted by Heat Riser was certainly doing its job. But the warlord knew his time as Ganon was running dangerously short. He had to end these pieces and the Guardian before he reverted or finishing this battle off would become a lot more difficult.

Ganon rammed his massive swords into one of the remaining pieces, impaling it completely. Then with a snarl and a roar he hefted the impaled piece up and over himself before crashing it back down onto the third Gravemind piece he was engaged with. It was at this time that Ganon saw the results of Blazermate’s efforts. Somehow she’d forced the flying piece of Gravemind into rocketing back downward. And with only seconds remaining on the clock, Ganon made his move.

With a deep breath, the warlord spat out what would be his final Dark Breath. The beam of dark power spewed from his mouth and lanced forward toward the downed pieces before he swept it upward in order to strike the aerial piece as well. But as the Dark Breath’s attack came to its end, so too did Ganon’s transformation. His body and strength waned as he gradually began reverting to his original Gerudo form. Now considerably more exhausted after all the exertion he had been putting himself through to fight in his transformed state.
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