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"Yeah, professors like that exist in my world too. But there's some sort of special distinction of being a Pokemon Professor specifically. They study all kinds of things related to Pokemon, from species themselves to the very things that allow them to do what they do, even to mere theories that might involve them. They help set the foundation for Pokemon battling too, which applies heavily to me, as a trainer...but that's as far as I know about it. I never had the willpower to even attempt that path in life," she explained.

"And...yeah. Essentially. One private organization that rallied others to work against this terrorist cult, but yeah, it started with them. Of course the police were dealing with them as best they could, but I don't think I'm doing the scope of it justice here...I'm talking secret society, I-can't-believe-this-shit-is-actually-real, conspiracy theory come true level scope." She scoffed. "It's actually fucking zubatshit fucking insane. And believe it or not, a standard city police force can't do much against an underground blood cult funded by the world's most rich and powerful. Hence the need for a...private establishment that actually had the means and understanding to even have a chance at getting at them."

She was shaking her head again. "Sorry, I know you must have a lot of questions; this must sound like fucking fiction to you. I just hope you don't think I'm busting your balls here. I couldn't make this nonsense up if I tried."
 
"Jesus." Dave exhaled. "I mean, I can't lie, this all sounds like a batshit paperback supernatural thriller to me, but half of everyone else's worlds sound extremely fucking made up by my world's standards, so I'm going with it. The entire fucking concept of being sent to a universe that looks like a Western but everyone's a Pokémon sounds made up. I'm still not totally convinced I'm not just having the world's most elaborate drug trip after someone spiked my drink."

He shook his head. "Either way, a cult having that much power is fucking nuts. I guess at least you've got a literal fucking nightmare demon on your side, but I take it your dad's got a bunch of demons working for him too?"
 
She had to laugh at Dave's comment. "Now that you brought it up, actually, the concept of a world inhabited by only Pokemon is a fucking video game franchise where I'm from. So. I get it the idea of 'all this sounds made up.' Because yeah, it does. If I woke up in my bed tomorrow recovering from some really bad weed, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest. "

Pushing the humor of it aside, she sighed. "And you'd be correct. Six of the seven. Well..." she bobbed her head. "Presumably six of the seven. My half brother has one, and he's...unknown in terms of loyalties. I only met him once, and he helped me, but we haven't heard from him since. So...so for now, we have to assume six of the seven. And move forward as is."

Cracking a grin, she rubbed at her cheek tiredly. "You're welcome to pitch this as an obnoxious teen drama show in your world and use the inevitable fortune you make off of it to fund your legal battles for your pokemorph kids. It'd be my otherworldly way of saying thank you for letting me dump my life story on you."
 
"Yeah, we've got, you know, all sorts of cartoons and games and so on where the characters are all talking Pokémon. Mostly they're for kids, because Pokémon don't talk in real life where I'm from."

One private organization with a single legendary demon against an all-powerful cult with six of them. Christ. At least the Church of Holy Truth was ultimately a bunch of pathetic god-bothering weirdos with a dramatic building and not much else. What the fuck would Isaac Daniels have done with control of a half dozen supernatural fucking demon Pokémon? Vaporized him and the morphs and everyone at the lab to start, probably. And then what? Jesus.

He looked away, shaking his head. "Christ. Well, I hope when you get home you manage to take down your dad's demon cult, somehow. Novel fucking sentences. Guess the upside of Forlas is you get a break from that bullshit."
 
That time, her laugh was a little more genuine. She let it linger, trying to enjoy some form of lightheartedness in the conversation at hand. "Sure, I guess," she agreed. "I get a break from the demons but get thrusted into Shadow and Radiance shit alongside a group of human descendants that I'm still not totally convinced aren't at least a type of cult."

Still, he had a point. That much she indicated with a tired nod. "But...yeah. At least nobody is slinging fucking Pokemon blood magic at me here."

She slanted one more glance at what was left of the tree they'd both went nuts on, then crossed her arms and turned her gaze back toward town. "Well. All this life storytelling has really expanded my need for a drink. My treat at Sun Stone, just as thanks for listening to me bitch?"

She owed Dave that much. Besides, he felt like someone she could probably shoot the shit with for hours, and she didn’t have a lot of those here on Forlas. She wanted to capitalize on that as best as she could.
 
Dave gave her a grin. "Definitely wouldn't turn down a free drink. And yeah, Christ, don't even get me started on the fucking Covenant."

They headed back towards town together, discussing the ins and outs of cults and the Covenant. Yeah, he liked Odette. She might have been the protagonist of some wild bullshit novel in another universe, but she was sensible and down-to-earth where it counted.

Better hope that whenever she went back from this, she was in the sort of novel where the protagonist wins against all odds.

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