#ashsalazzle

People often forget that I’m part Human and not some alien creature with a solution for every scenario, because that’s far from the truth. Sure...I’ve been getting good with things and can handle some intense situations, but there’s still plenty of times where I’m simply winging it and pretending to know what I’m doing.

And in this case, even I’m not sure if I can do that. In the end I’m a scientist with superpowers, situations like this has never been my forte.

“Uh...Delilah?” I hear Bladesong start talking. “What’s wrong? You’re not in trouble, why are you-”

“Ahh, I see the fight is finished.” A voice suddenly speaks up, cutting Bladesong off.

We turn our gazes in unison to the source, and from the dispersing crowd we see no other than Jarvis. The Porygon-Z/Rotom hybrid hovers towards, his mechanical body glistening due to the lights on the ceiling.

“Jarvis? I’m surprised to see you here.” I say, although keeping note of Bladesong’s irritated expression for being rudely interrupted. “I assume you got bored of the internet?”

Jarvis lets out a sharp laugh. “Bored? Please. Seeing how disturbingly interesting the internet is, I believe it’s impossible to be bored of it.” He shakes his floating head before crossing his arms. “However that’s not the reason I’m here. Since your test battle is complete, you both are being called to meet with the Branch leaders.”

This makes me blink. “So soon? Hm, I assume this involves the details of the mission?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, and we’ll need to hurry. They’re expecting you two.”

I look at Bladesong, who lets out a small sigh and nods her head. Turning to Delilah she smiles reassuringly. “Hey, after this is we’ll talk, alright? Because I want to know what’s wrong, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

The Salazzle nods solemnly, but doesn’t say a word.

The cyborg gives her a reassuring pat on the back before turning to me, nodding her head. “Well... I’m ready.”

And so I nodded as well before looking at Jarvis. “And you will be accompanying us?” I ask him.

He chuckles. “Of course, in fact I will be the one supplying the information.” He turns around and beckons us to follow with a floating arm. “Let’s go, time’s  wasting after all.”

I follow after him, leaving the Sparring Hall with Bladesong in tow. Before I left I could see Richard grumbling over the severally damaged floor from where Bladesong and I fought, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad since it’ll take a while to repair it.

Heh, guess that’s what happens when an alien virus hybrid and a cyborg fight one another. Regardless, I’ll find a way to make it up to them.

Probably.

Once we’re well on our way, I speak up again. “Who will we be expecting?” I ask.

Still floating down the direction his head swivels completely around to face me. “Only the three leaders of the main GoT branches. Colossus, Kaiser, and Penumbra.”

I blink. “Kaiser? She got better?”

He nods, his head turning back to face the front of him. “Yeah, a few days ago actually. Once her injury fully healed, Jezebel was let off from her duty as acting Night Hunter branch leader.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “I can only assume that Jezebel was more than thrilled?”

“She’s heading out into the city actually, straight to a bar.” Jarvis laughs. “Not that I blame her, she certainly deserves it since this was all suddenly sprung upon her.”

“I never thought of her to be the drinking type.” I muse.

“She isn’t!” Jarvis continues to laugh.

“Uh...” I hear Bladesong say. “If I may ask, how did Kaiser get hurt?”

“She drank too much alcohol at a bar and thought it was a good idea to charge head on into a wall.” Jarvis immediately answers her in a matter-of-fact tone. “A brick wall if I might add.”

She pauses for a moment, her expression becoming even more confused. “I...what...?”

“You heard me.” Jarvis says, his digital eyes looking at her with an amused expression. “Although Dragon-types are very durable, taking a ton of bricks to the head can hurt pretty much everyone. At least she learned her lesson, since she’s cutting back on her drinking habits now.”

“Good for her.” I nod with approval. “It was getting out of control, so I’m glad to hear that she’s taking the initiative.”

“What the hell did I get myself into?” I hear Bladesong mutter to herself.

Trust me Bladesong, you don’t even know half of it.

“Aaaand here we go!” Jarvis exclaims, drawing both of our attention. Standing before us are a pair of doors, leading to one of the numerous briefing chambers. “Well? No time to stand around, let’s head inside.”

With a floating hand he grasps the door handle and pulls it open, then heading straight inside.

I look at Bladesong before stepping aside, gesturing to the open door with a hand. “Lady’s first.”

She looks at me oddly before shrugging her shoulders, following after Jarvis.

Looking into the room I feel myself growing somewhat nervous in the spot where my stomach would normally be, an uneasiness I often get before an intense mission - like a raid on an HWDP facility.

But right now? That feeling...is definitely a lot more intense.

Hoo boy, something big is gonna be happening...

And from what I can see, everyone else is feeling the same way. However unlike everyone else, I’m the one that ends up speaking first.

“Holy shit.” I state more than say.

This suddenly gets people talking, loud cheers and surprised shouts fill the air as everyone fully grasps the situation. Near me I hear Samantha start arguing with a smug Gustav. But I don’t really care about the surrounding people as of right now, what I DO care about...is Bladesong.

I start pushing people aside, quickly making my way through the crowd before finally breaking the ‘ring’ around the cyborg and Deoxys.

“That...was amazing!” I exclaim loudly, a smile finally working its way onto my face. “I never realized you could do all that, Bladesong!”

Said cyborg looks at me, her expression becoming surprisingly sheepish. “Well...” She says uncertainly, caught off-guard from the compliment. “I...never quite realized it myself, to be honest.”

“There’s a particular saying that is sometimes quoted where I’m from, and that is ‘knowledge is power’.” Chimera comments, making me flinch upon being reminded that he’s here. “However for this situation? The knowledge of power is the truest form of power.”

I knew what I was getting into when I walked up to Bladesong when Chimera is right next to her, but...I’m still on edge.

...

No, I...can’t live like this. My ties with the GoT are already done for, I...might as well as tell Chimera in-person. It’s...the right thing to do.

I clench my hands together and turn to the Deoxys, my jaw setting. He’s looking straight at me coolly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“I know you have something to say to me, Delilah.” He says, making my breath catch in my throat.

Bladesong looks at me, and then at Chimera. She crosses her arms and furrows her brows, an unimpressed look forming on her face. “Chimera, enough of this.” She says with annoyance. “If you’re not going to tell her, I will.”

...Huh?

The Deoxys shrugs his shoulders. “Fine fine, I’ll tell her.” He turns away and walks over to his robes, which is laying on one of the few untouched spots on the ground. Upon picking it up he proceeds to put it on. “I am well aware that you’ve been visiting Bladesong, Delilah.” He tells me.

I feel my body lock into place, my blood freezing to a halt. “W-What?” I manage to say through stuttering lips.

With his robes on properly he pulls up his hood. “I don’t think there’s a need for me to repeat myself.” He look at me, his eyes showing no source of anger.  “And isn’t a need to tip-toe around me either.”

I...still can’t fully wrap my head around this, he knew??

“H-How?” I manage to ask.

At this point he’s smirking, I fully bet he’s smirking with the way his eyes narrow. “I’ve been given an anonymous tip.”

Bladesong rolls her eyes at this, but says nothing.

At this point I should be shaking in my boots, and in a way...I kinda am. But one thing is still making me very confused, and it’s the fact that he doesn’t seem angry...at all...

“Am...I in trouble?” I finally ask the dreaded question, my body visibly shrinking away because in all honesty... I’m not sure if I even want to know the answer.

Chimera crosses his arms and...shakes his head. “No, you’re not.”

My legs feel very weak all of a sudden, so weak to the point where I’m forced to sit down on the ground. I feel faint, faint with...relief.

“Even though you did go behind my back, overall your visits have been very good for Bladesong.” He continues, in which said cyborg nods her head with a smile. “In fact, because of you she chose to join the Guardians of Twilight. So with all of that, I actually have you to thank.”

Is...this really happening?

I’m not gonna get kicked out of the GoT?

I’m not gonna lose my job, I’m still gonna have a source of income as well as a place to stay??

I feel something wet on my cheeks, and upon touching them I realize that I’m crying again.

“Did...I say something wrong?” Chimera asks Bladesong, looking at me with concern.

The Gothitelle shakes her head. “No, you said the right thing.” She kneels down next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder reassuringly. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay.”

You know what? I don’t care that I’m crying. I don’t care that I’m doing this in front of so many people.

I’m not in trouble, I’m not gonna lose anything. I’m still gonna be a member of the GoT.

I’m happy as-

...

My eyes widen as I suddenly realize something, and all of my happiness left me in an instead.

I told Euterpe that Ren’Gul had a thing for her...right in front of Ren’Gul.

“Oh my Arceus...” I whisper. “I really am gonna die.”

I let my gaze wander, observing the familiar surroundings in a relaxed manner. It’s been a long time since I’ve grown used to this massive size, since it’s almost a constant necessity at this point that I have to look down at those I’m speaking to.

I couldn’t help but smirk when I thought back to the time I first met Asmund, I’d say it was probably one of the first times the Golurk was actually surprised, since I stand just as tall as him...if not greater. Sadly however his attitude was just as sour.

I shake my head slightly, more in disappointment than anything. I do wish the Golurk to gain a better outlook in life, but his prejudices aren’t something that can be easily shed. Not that I can blame him.

Ahead of me I notice that Cheyenne stopped, his frame obstructing my view. I walk around him, my gaze look at him curiously. “Something the matter?” I ask him, my tone playful. “I do hope that Samantha and I’s bickering haven’t-”

He gestures ahead of him with one of his giant metal pincers, in which I fall silent.

His lack of uttering a word intrigues me, so I follow my gaze to where he’s pointing at. My eyes fall upon a certain individual leaning against a wall, and it took me only a moment to recognize her.

Delilah, and...she doesn’t seem to be looking good. Her body is shaking as she hugs her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Hm, oh dear...

I take the initiative, walking past my ‘brother’ and making a beeline to her.

“Hello there Delilah.” I say softly, trying my best not to startle her. Sadly this happens anyways, since her body moves with a sudden jolt as her head snaps up to look at me.

“G-Gustav!” She exclaims, her voice incredibly shaky. Immediately she starts wiping her eyes in an attempt to save face. “D-Do you need something?”

My mandibles click together a few times as I contemplate the right choice of words to say. All of the choices seem rather intrusive, so I’ll go with something else. “I’d ask if you’re alright, but it’s quite apparent that things aren’t.” I say before chuckling. “So why don’t you join us? There’s going to be a fight between Chimera and the new cyborg - Bladesong if I remember her name correctly - and it’s going to quite the show from what I’ve been told.”

The Salazzle’s eyes widen, her sorrow momentarily forgotten. “Bladesong is going to fight Chimera?!”

“It...is just a spar.” Cheyenne growls behind me, obviously I ignore him.

“Indeed!” I grin, or at least try to due to the limits of my maw. “So why don’t you come with us? It’ll be a sight to see!”

She looks hesitant at the offer, but slowly nods. “Well...sure...” She sighs, getting up. Her legs are somewhat shaky due to reasons unknown to me, but she seems to be standing firm. Her next words she says are under her breath, just barely audible for me. “I’m already fucked, might as well as be there when Chimera is told...”

I briefly look at her with concern, but don’t comment. “Excellent!” I exclaim happily. “Let’s go! We don’t want to be late after all!”

“Late for Chimera to kick that robot’s ass~” Samantha hums behind me.

“She’s a cyborg, not a robot.” Delilah says tersely. “There’s a difference.”

I notice Hale and Sinfonia share a glance, while Cheyenne lets out a snort of amusement - the first time he hasn’t been irritable throughout this trek.

The dinosaur-like Salazzle hybrid frowns at Delilah, a puff of freezing mist escaping from the corners of her mouth. “Hmph, fine. Cyborg.” Samantha huffs, looking at Delilah coolly. “Regardless, my point still stands.”

At this, Delilah slowly smirks. “Honestly? My money is on Bladesong, that girl is far stronger than she looks.”

Cheyenne lets out a growl and walks past us, knowing fully well on where this is going.

Me though? I couldn’t help but enjoy the quickly forming banter between the two Salazzle hybrids, especially since Delilah’s mellow mood is vanishing.

Yes, I’ve made the right choice~

“Come along! We don’t have much time till it starts!” I laugh, continuing down the path where Cheyenne stormed off.

I stop approaching them. From what I’m seeing the group hasn’t noticed me yet, so perhaps I can simply turn back and pretend I was never here.

As I’m contemplating my next course of action, I notice Chimera approaching the group. My train of thought grinds to a halt as I watch the robed individual interrupt whatever conversation they were having, and after a few words with Bladesong she and him then walk away.

Now although this isn’t quite something I’d raise a metaphorical eyebrow at, what DID raise my suspicions is how quickly Delilah started ushering the Floral Triad to get close to her. She started talking in a more hushed tone, meaning that I can’t hear what she’s saying.

At this point my suspicions are running high, since the only reason she would talk about something in secret is when she’s either up to something, or that she did something that she doesn’t want others to know about.

It’s rather unremarkable that I haven’t been detected at this point, however if I wish to listen in...I’d have to get even closer. This however risks Delilah or any of the Floral Triad seeing me, which makes things complicated...

My gaze wanders to the furniture they’re standing next to...

Actually, there’s my solution.

Making sure that their gazes are looking anywhere but my direction, I quickly move from the crowd. Keeping my body low I practically dive towards the sofa, using it to block my body from view.

This isn’t my...most dignified moment, to say the least.

Thankfully most of them have their back turned to me, so that combined with the fact that I’m behind a large piece of furniture...I shouldn’t be detected.

Although their voices are hushed, my close proximity to them allows me to barely hear what Delilah is saying...

...and the more I listen, the more my mouth begins to scowl.

If I’m hearing things correctly, Delilah has been doing a lot of things she shouldn’t be doing. The biggest of all is going behind Chimera’s back to make these ‘visits’ even happen, because he’s one of the leading members of the GoT. It is forbidden to interact with a person or area when they’re restricted from lower-ranking members, and since Delilah has apparently been keeping up these visits for a while...

...she could get in incredibly serious trouble, especially if Chimera were to find out.

A combination of emotions stir in my chest. Frustration, anger, disappointment...

...worry...

If Delilah were to be found out, then there’s a strong possibility that she could be expelled from the guild. If that were to happen, where would she go? What would she do? The Guardians of Twilight are her only source of income, and she constantly spends it on trivial things the moment she gets her hands on her paycheck. If she were to be suddenly cut off, she wouldn’t even have anything to keep her afloat.

I grit my teeth, silently cursing her for her foolishness. Despite the fact that she brought this upon herself, I still can’t help but think of the consequences.

Breathing out a quiet frustrated breath I peer from my hiding spot, glaring at Delilah. She’s still talking to the Floral Triad, excitedly telling them about the games she played with the cyborg.

As my gaze tries to burn a hole into the back of her neck, I notice that one particular member of the Floral Triad isn’t paying attention to her story.

No, this member is Jubei. And the Gothitelle is looking straight at me. When our gazes meet, she raises an eyebrow.

I feel myself pause, my breath catching in my throat. How did she know? Did I somehow give myself away?!

She slightly nods her head upwards, as if gesturing for me to look up. So I did so, and within the peripheral of my vision I see...the tips of my wings.

...Oh...

I’ve forgotten that there’s a reason on why Scyther’s aren’t very stealthy, since we can’t fold the wings on our back. So even though my body is hidden behind the sofa, my wings are still poking out.

...Now I’M the real fool.

At this point it’s a miracle that Jubei is the only one that spotted me, since if any of the others were to just glance behind them...they’d see my wings sticking out, clear as day.

The Gothitelle suddenly clears her throat, making my eyes widen. Is she going to reveal my location to the others?

No, instead she tells them that it’s time for her and her team to leave.

So...she chose to not reveal my presence.

As their conversation is being wrapped up, I start to ponder the situation at hand - or sword, in my case. What should I do now? Should I approach Delilah on this subject? Or...should I ignore it?

No...I can’t ignore it. What she did was a very...very bad thing, something that could effectively cost her her livelihood.

This can’t be brushed aside, she needs to be confronted on the matter so that she realizes how grave of a mistake she made. I won’t tell Chimera or anyone on the matter, but Delilah needs to know.

And I will make sure she knows it.

As the Floral Triad takes their leave, I immediately stand up from my hiding place and approach the Salazzle with my scowl returning.

Delilah lets out a breath and chose the right time to turn towards my direction, and the look of sheer shock and surprise overtakes her face.

“R-Ren’Gul!” She stutters. “What brings you here?”

"Delilah.” I growl, my eyes narrowing. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

She takes a step back, her eyes nervously glancing at anything but me. “Explaining? A-About what?”

I’m going to cut straight to the point, so she doesn’t further make a fool of herself. “About your ‘secret visits’.” I say tensely.

Her eyes widen further, her voice growing quiet. “You heard that?”

“All of it.” I respond darkly.

Yeah, Delilah. You’re in deep trouble.

Thankfully, you’re dealing with me...

“Well...that does clear up Bladesong’s familiarity with you.” Kendra says, scratching the back of her neck before grinning, her eyes twinkling. “Not to mention on why you never introduced yourself to her~”

This makes me pause, my eyes widening. “Shit, you’re right.” I say breathlessly before quickly looking over to the direction where Chimera and Bladesong went. “It’s a good thing he wasn’t around when that happened.”

Venya crosses her arms, a pout on her face. “Regardless, it does explain why you’ve been vanishing so much.”

I smile sheepishly at the Mienshao. “Yeeeah... Sorry about that, Venya.”

She shrugs her shoulders, her face breaking into a smile. “Oh it’s fine, Delilah.” Venya chuckles. “If anything, I feel somewhat relieved to see that you weren’t avoiding me.”

Kendra eyes Venya oddly, more perhaps due to her rather ‘odd’ behavior. At the same time I don’t blame the Medicham hybrid, since she doesn’t often see Venya’s ‘nicer’ side since she pretty much only shows it towards me.

Jubei clears her throat, drawing our attention to her. “Although we will remain silent on this matter, this shouldn’t be something that should be kept for too long. If Chimera were to discover this, to say he won’t be happy will most likely be an understatement.”

I shrug my shoulders, nodding my head with a shaky smile. “Heh, no kidding. I have no intention of him finding out about this, like...at all.” I cross my arms behind my head. “And I doubt it’ll happen either, since the only people who know about this won’t tell him.” I pause, looking at them questioningly. “...Right?”

Kendra grins. “Of course not, we said we won’t. And we don’t go back on our word either!” She wraps an arm around Venya and pulls her in, smirking at her. “Right Venya~?”

The Mienshao glares at the Medicham who had just completely invaded her personal space. With a hiss she pushes the Medicham away, breaking herself free from her grip. “Quite.” She grumbles.

“Regardless...” Jubei cuts in, her brows furrowing. “We must go, since we have yet to begin our training. We have taken enough time off already.”

I wave her off before smiling. “Yup! I won’t keep you three here any longer! Go have fun, ya here?”

The Gothitelle nods her head before walking away. Kendra merely grins before grabbing Venya by the sleeve of her dress, dragging the Mienshao off with her.

I shake my head in amusement, well aware of the Medicham’s attempts at pushing ALL of Venya’s buttons. My friend had been very clear when she told me of her disdain towards Kendra, in fact almost every conversation with her at least includes around thirty seconds of ranting about said hybrid.

Not that I blame her, since I’d be very irritated if I were in the same situation too.

Heh, when I think about it...Ren’Gul and I technically ARE in the same situation. Except Ren’Gul is Venya and I’m Kendra.

Regardless, I’ve kinda been missing out on my game time. As much as I like hanging with people, I still have that new game of mine that I’m trying to enjoy.

Letting out a relaxed breath I turn and prepare to head down the path that’ll lead me to my room, but I freeze just before I take the first step...

...because now standing in front of me is no other than Ren’Gul.

And he doesn’t look happy either.

“R-Ren’Gul!” I stutter, putting on a nervous smile. “What brings you here?”

When did he get there?? How long was he even standing there without anyone noticing?!

The Scyther’s eyes narrow dangerously, his scowl intensifying. “Delilah.” He growls. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

I take a step back, my eyes darting from left to right. “Explaining? A-About what?”

“About your ‘secret visits’.” He says tensely.

I feel my heart drop. “You heard that?” I say quietly.

“All of it.” He growls.

Oh.

“Bounty hunters.” She corrects me. “But yeah, together we all took on that Bisharp hybrid.” Kendra chuckles, smirking. “Nine versus one, it was pretty awesome.”

I snort. “That sounds kinda overkill.”

“Hardly.” Venya sniffs. “That ruffian still proved to be rather difficult.” She catches herself before quickly adding, “For the others at least, I had no issue handling him.”

The Medicham hybrid rolls her eyes. “Yeah sure. Let’s be honest, you didn’t do that much to him that entire fight.”

And just like that the two started bickering again. Is it the seventh time now? Or is it the eighth? I’ve kinda lost track at this point.

Turning my eyes away from them, I look at Delilah and Jubei with a curious look. “So what happened when you took him down?”

“We detained him.” Jubei says in a matter-of-fact tone, her gaze looking at her fellow teammates with irritation. “Due to his situation as an artificial hybrid, it was the only proper course of action. He has suffered greatly at the hands of the HWDP, so his aggression was...also expected and not entirely his fault.”

“I...see...” I say slowly, nodding. “And where did you take him to?”

“I’ll answer that.” Delilah pitches in. “The GoT has its own ‘detainment place’, basically cells designed to hold the real mean guys. This ‘Rook’ fella got his very own cell.” She crosses her arms. “Not that he’s meant to be held here for all eternity, since we kinda want him to get...” She pauses, contemplating on what word to use. “...better?”

“One of the goals of the Guardians of Twilight is to reintroduce the artificial hybrids back into society, so that they won’t feel like outcasts.” Jubei further elaborates. “Rook however is a more special case due to him being very aggressive, so he needs to be kept in a more secluded area so that he can be watched, until he’s deemed ‘safe’ to be specific.”

Yeah, I can understand that. Hearing about the fact that he’s been attacking people on sight, it’s probably for the best to keep him imprisoned until he starts behaving himself.

“Sounds pretty fair.” I say. “If anything you guys are pretty forgiving, seeing how most other places would probably just lock him away and just be done with it.” I frown. “Or even kill him.”

“Killing is a last resort.” Jubei says resolutely, her expression becoming one of distaste. “Although we are heavily armed and are prepared to take down foes through lethal means, we prefer to not end conflict in such a ‘permanent’ fashion unless we are left no other choice.”

“Ferals though don’t really get that treatment.” Kendra speaks up, seemingly finished bickering with the Mienshao. “Sadly for those guys we have to put them down, since you can’t reason with Ferals.”

“I mean, they’re animals.” Delilah shrugs. “All Feral Pokemon think about is eat, sleep, fuck, and survive.”

“That...is a rather vulgar way of wording it.” Venya says in a disgruntled tone, also having finished her temporary spat with Kendra.

“She’s not wrong though.” The Medicham hybrid points out. “They don’t think, or at least on a level like us. If they get pissed off by something, the only way to deal with them is to either get away or kill them. Most cases though it tends to be the latter, since a good deal of hyper-aggressive Ferals are often the bigger kind.” She crosses her own arms. “Like Dragon-types.”

“I assume that taking down Feral Pokemon is a very common occurrence?” I ask, however it’s more along the lines of pointing out the fact than actually asking a legit question.

“That’s an understatement.” Delilah chuckles. “Most jobs involves taking care of troublesome Ferals, although those kind tend to be assigned to rookies due to their simplicity.”

“Yeah, and the bigger problems are left to the more experienced teams.” Kendra grins, pointing a thumb at herself. “The Floral Triad? We deal with the tougher stuff.”

“Like fighting a Hybrid with overwhelming odds on your side?” I snort.

The Medicham shrugs. “What can I say? It was an opportunity, so we took it.”

Through the corner of my eyes I see someone approaching, so when I turn my gaze slightly to get a better view of them I realize that it’s Chimera.

The others notice him too, their heads turning to see the concealed figure approaching them. His hood is fixated on me though, not them.

“Bladesong.” He says in a quiet yet urgent tone. “I need you to come with me. There is something very important that I need to tell you.”

I blink. “Uh, sure?”

The way his voice sounds, I don’t like it.

It’s also something for me to keep my mind off of Bladesong, since I’m feeling very nervous due to Euterpe telling me that the cyborg is going to her 'interview’ now. When I was told that she ended up deciding to join us I was both surprised and psyched as hell, but now I’m on the more nervous side since there’s always the possibility of the one interviewing her saying no.

Course I think it’s incredibly unlikely due to her nature and that she’s a great girl overall, but there’s still that possibility...

Outside the room the PA System comes to life as the voice of Colossus starts speaking, however it’s slightly muffled due to the walls of Venya’s room being in the way. “Attention all members of the Guardians of Twilight, I would like to give you this important announcement! A new, special member is joining our guild and we would like you all to welcome her warmly and treat her with the same respect you would to others. However in order to keep this brief we are sending all of you a more in-depth announcement to your phones, computers, or other electronic devices you use to keep track of the GoT’s digital announcements. So once you receive it, please look at it as soon as possible. Thank you.”

With that our phones start buzzing, notifying that we’ve just received the message.

Venya sets down her brush and picks her phone up. “It’s usual for them to announce a new member...” She mutters to herself, curious. “What makes this person so special in order for her to get such special attention?”

The irritation is quite clear in her voice, perhaps a mix of envy as well. However I didn’t pay too much attention to it, since I can barely contain my glee!

It’s Bladesong! It has to be!

I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn it on, upon seeing the message in my notifications I immediately tap it to pull it up.

It reads:

“Attention member of the Guardians of Twilight, the reason we are sending this announcement to you is because a new, special member has joined our guild! This new member's name is Bladesong.

The point of this announcement is to make you aware of what she is, that way you won’t be surprised by her appearance.

She is a Cyborg, her fate being the result of the HWDP’s cruelty. By now you should be fully aware of the numerous Hybrids who have suffered from this terrible organization, perhaps you even know several of these Pokemon in person or even are one of these Hybrids. Like everyone she is to be treated with kindness and respect, for any prejudice or attempts to make anyone feel isolated will never be tolerated here. We aim to not only make Evolutia a safer place, but to also provide a friendly and welcoming environment to all Pokemon.

If you ever meet Bladesong in person, treat her as how you would treat everyone else. Thank you for taking your time to read this announcement.

-Colossus”

At this point I’m grinning widely.

“A...cyborg?” Venya says aloud, her irritation now completely replaced with shock.

I feel myself pause at this. I’ve kept my interactions with Bladesong a secret because she was meant to be kept secret, but now that the announcement is made...

...I don’t think there’s any harm in telling Venya about Bladesong~

“Okay, so...” I start, making the Mienshao look at me with confusion. “This was kept under wraps because Bladesong was wanting her identity to be kept a secret until she’s ready to reveal herself, but now that she’s part of the guild now...”

[PoV: Minato]

“I wilt admit, I am very interest'd to meeteth this cyborg.” Pahaliah voices her thoughts, scratching underneath her beak.

“And so do I!” Hale agrees wholeheartedly. “A cyborg! I’ve never realized it was even possible for such an individual to exist!”

“I can’t help but feel sorry for the dear...” Sinfonia sighs. “Knowing how the HWDP are, she was probably transformed into one against her will. How much did they change her, I wonder...”

Ever since Asmund and I returned from our mission, we parted ways to do our own...well...thing. I decided to visit the rest of my team members again, while we were talking the announcement was made and the light was shed on this new member named Bladesong. With all of our curiosities piqued we decided to go out and seek her out, so that we could greet her personally and give her a warm welcome.

“Regardless, I hope that she will be happy here.” I say softly, smiling a small smile. “The Guardians of Twilight treat everyone very well, granting a place to those who feel as if there is no place in the world for them.”

“Hear hear!” Hale laughs. “I will also challenge her to a friendly contest of strength, a ritual I intend to keep going for all new recruits that I meet!”

“Thee intend to armeth wrestle her as a form of welcome?“ Pahaliah asks incredulously, cocking an eyebrow.

“That...is exactly what he intends to do.” Sinfonia answers for the Machamp, looking amused.

Even though the Decidueye tried to look concerned, she ends up snickering. “Tryeth not to gallow that lady off, Hale. The lady is very new after all, and perhaps very wary due to her 'condition'.”

The Machamp taps his chest with one of his gloved fists, grinning knowingly. “Don’t worry my dear lass, if I am overstepping my boundaries I’ll be sure to back away. Besides!” He winks at the Chimecho floating next to him. “Sinfonia will keep me in line!”

“As I always try to do.” Sinfonia giggles. “But do try to not get too riled up, Hale. Remember last time when you got so into it that you challenged Asmund to one of said ‘contests of strength’?”

This makes the Machamp wince, he rubs the hand that was injured in the past with a sheepish expression. “...Heh heh...I remember that.” He shakes his head slightly. “Nevertheless! I will keep in mind to not intimidate her, you have my word!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the three, just seeing their interactions is making me feel more at home again. Even though I’ve only been gone for a few days, I still missed them.

It’s good to be back...

[PoV: Elisabeth]

"Dépêchez-vous!” I say eagerly. “I want to see te new member, do you not as well?!”

I’m currently trying to rush down the hall with Chevalier in my grip, despite my smaller size I’m easily managing to drag him.

“It’s n-not that I don’t want to see her, anything but t-that!” The Gallade stammers. “But we only recently just g-got back! Do you think we should r-rest more before we start m-meeting new p-”

“Nan!” I cut him off, grinning. “Nous pouvons nous reposer plus tard, now ees te time to see tees ‘cyborg’!”

His face contorts in confusion, showing that he only understood part of what I said. Not that I can really blame him, since when I’m excited I tend to shift to my native tongue.

“Zhere is no need to rush, Elisabezh.” Alicia comments, walking beside us with an amused expression on her face. “She is not going anyvhere, after all.”

I snap my gaze towards her. “A CYBORG, Alicia! Ne comprends-tu pas?! I ‘ave only ‘eard of such a ting in books and movies, we NEED to see ‘er!”

The Incineroar rolls her eyes. “More like ‘YOU’ need to see her, Elisabezh. Not us.”

I couldn’t find a proper retort to this, so I purse my lips and turn my gaze forwards. “You bot are already out wit me anyways, so we all might as well as keep going.”

“A-Actually, I wouldn’t mind going ba-” Chevalier starts, but I cut him off again.

“Nan! Keep going!” I shout over him.

Through the corner of my eyes I see the Gallade giving Alicia a helpless look, who merely shrugs in response.

At this point? I became more interested in what she had to say than the games in front of me. Hearing the various stories of the comings and goings in the GoT as well as her past missions and interactions are very...interesting, and the more I listen the more eager I become.

“-and that’s how Venya lost against Tetishuri.” Delilah chuckles, currently running a ‘ghost run’ in this racing game in order to beat the time I set beforehand. “It was a pretty brutal end in my opinion, but even though she’s my friend...she did kinda deserve it.”

I feel myself cringe slightly when I imagine the Mienshao getting punched right in the head. “Was she okay after that?”

The Salazzle nods her head, her eyes never leaving the television screen. “Yeah, she looked pretty bruised up but she was all fine. I visited her while she was getting checked up and the most wounded thing was her pride, but she eventually sucked it up...like I knew she would.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Venya sometimes like to talk big game, which I tend to do as well. However she often takes it a step too far, ESPECIALLY when the odds are severely against her.” She shakes her head. “But sometimes she just gotta learn the hard way.”

I feel my brows furrow. “I guess it’s better that she learns it here instead of out there, where there is the risk of...death.”

Delilah falls silent, but only for a moment. “That’s...true, but at the same time she doesn’t really need to worry while she’s out there.” The corner of her lips rise further. “She’s got Jubei and Kendra to watch her back, since everyone works as a team here in the GoT.”

I cross my arms, feeling my thoughts drift back to the GoT.

The more Delilah talks about it, the more curious I grow. This guild seems to be filled with countless members of various backgrounds, both ‘plain’ and ‘exotic’. Something is always going on, and despite some beef that various members have with one another...there’s a strong trust and reliance within the entire guild.

It makes me...start reconsidering my stance on being hidden. If everyone is very open to the unusual, maybe I could walk among them and my worry is completely unfounded?

My eyes drift to my bladed tendrils attached to the back of my head, they suddenly twitch and raise into the air like normal appendages that one would control, like an arm or a leg. I casually let the blades swing softly through the air a few times before settling them back beside me.

Maybe...I could fight?

Combat has...popped into my mind several times, on what I’m capable of. I know I’m very strong, I know I’m resilient, I know I possess unusual characteristics that no normal Gothitelle would have. I was built for combat in mind, so maybe...I could use it for good?

“Booyah!” Delilah cheers, knocking me out of my thoughts. “Beat your time, Song!”

I smile at the nickname Delilah gave me. She started calling me 'Song’ around the second time she visited me, but it didn’t bother me at all...so I didn’t say anything. In fact I rather enjoyed it, since it made me feel much less like an outsider and more of a...friend.

Yes, friend. Delilah may have treated somewhat differently due to me being a cyborg, but it was mostly oggling and admiration. This behavior quickly changed, and she started treating me casually like I’m a friend she’s known for a while.

And I...like that.

The Salazzle hands me the controller, a wide grin on her face. “Think you can beat that?”

I take it gingerly, feeling the plastic against the synthetic muscle-fibers within my fingers. Even though it...feels like how I normally feel, it contains a certain...’something’ that I can’t quite place. It seems artificial, yet not.

Even though I’ve long gotten used to it, it’s still something that’s hanging in the back of my mind.

My grip tightens a tad in order to properly grip the controller before flashing Delilah a smirk. “I don’t think, I know.” I say to her in a matter-of-fact tone. I turn to the screen and scooch up to it, since both Delilah and I are sitting on the floor due to the lack of chairs.

“If you do beat me, then you get to pick the next game.” Delilah chuckles, crossing her arms over her chest. “But if I win? We’re sticking with this one and we’re doing Rainbow Road.”

I feel myself wince at the mention of ‘Rainbow Road’, since that’s a racetrack that Delilah has apparently mastered. Even though I’m quickly figuring this game, that is the one track that she has me beat on.

But I won’t let that happen. “You’re on.” I grin. “Better be prepared, since I’m gonna kick your time’s ass so hard that it’ll become its face.”

“I’d like to see that!” Delilah laughs loudly. “But c’mon! Show me your stuff!”

I quickly select my racer and preferred vehicle before picking the track we settled on getting the best time. After having everything ready, I press the button that starts it.

You know? I think I might actually...talk to Chimera about this, the whole going out and letting the guild know of my existence.