“What are all the Confirmed Aimon Types?”

“Fire, Water, Plant, Earth, Wind, Metal, Light, Dark, Fighting, Psychic, Dragon, Fairy, Poison, Lightning, Ice. 15 of them.” Myron answered. For that, he didn’t quite need to cheat yet.

“Tell me against which Types Fire is shown to be more effective.”

“Plant, Metal, Ice.”

“What about Plant then? It can’t just be weak to fire, what else is it weak to?”

“Plant is weak to Poison, Ice, as well as Fire.” Myron let Syl take the wheel. He was already way out of depth.

“Your Emeramantis is a Plant/Metal Type, isn’t she?” Marissa asked to which Myron nodded. “Have you fought against an Ice Type?”

“Briefly.”

“How did she fare?”

“Well enough. While Plant is Weak to Ice, Metal isn’t. In fact Metal is more effective against Ice. I think the Metal Aether inside of Syl worked against the Invading Ice Type Aether. It would have, had she taken a true hit. The Battle was, a bit short.”

“Tell me all you Know about Poison Type.”

“So, Poison Type..”Myron went to speak, but then stopped himself. Syl spoke the answer through their bond and he was able to hear it loud and clear. He simply didn’t speak it. “I don’t know.” Marissa smiled.

“How Come? You seemed pretty infallible for a Disruptor.” Marissa chuckled.

“I can make assumptions if you wish?” Myron hoped she would agree.

“I do, continue?”

“Other than Plant, I will bet that Poison remains effective against more Types that I would assume. Why I would assume that it’s weaker than it is, don’t question me. It’s bias I kept from my time on Earth. So Let’s go with this. Light, and Fairy. Those are also weak to Poison. Poison itself is weak to Water and Wind, while it does less damage but doesn’t take more from Metal.”

“Poison is Effective against Plant, Light, Fighting, Fairy Type Aether. It is weak to Water, and Psychic, and it is resisted by Water, Earth, Metal, Lightning, and Ice… You weren’t so far away.”

“You are faced with an Aimon in the Wild. It’s rare and has the potential to be Very Strong. It could be the big break you needed to accomplish your dreams. It is also a Queen, and you could, have it thus have progeny for you. Making you set for life. It is within your current powers to Capture. What do you do?”

Myron raised a brow. “Well, is it Wild? Never been Bonded? Currently Bonded?”

“It’s completely Wild. Not Sentient.”

“Then, is it attacking me and my Team?”

“What? No it’s Docile in Nature, a Water/Light Type. It’s young, and very humanoid, incredibly beautiful.” She added features that Myron didn’t care about.

“Well, Is it alone? In need of Help? Injured in some Way?” Myron continued to ask sending Marissa for a loop.

“It’s not injured, it’s not being chased, it’s not in danger of being eaten nor does it want to eat you, it’s a herbivore so it hasn’t even killed anything. It’s just living munching away on seaweed.”

“Then I won’t capture it?”

“The question was about how you would capture it, not if!”

“You clearly said, What do you do? The Answer to that is I needed more Clarification to be able to tell what I do. If the circumstances are exactly as you presented them, then I don’t even attempt to Bond with the Aimon, not to mention Capture. I don’t have any Tethers on me anyhow, and I never will.” Myron responded, just a bit heated. He wanted to wag his finger and shout. ‘So don’t you raise your voice at me young Lady!’ But he restrained the desire burning within him.

“Alright then. Excuse the Outbreak. I just wasn’t expecting that.” She gathered herself and relaxed back into the comfort of her Throne-chair.

“Why do you not Capture it then?”

“I will Never Capture an Aimon, for the sake of being Clear, don’t use that word again, for I won’t be able to answer to your questions in the way you want me to.”

“Fine. Why do you not Bond with it?”

“Because there is no Reason to do so. Well, there are no Major, compelling reasons to do so. I will elaborate.” Marissa nodded; a tad thankful. “Syl, I Bonded with because she was Dying, Mery I bonded with because she Kidnapped me, and If I didn’t I would die. Dakini I Bonded with because she was in an abusive Bond with her previous Trainer and wanted out. With her breaking her bond, she was then and there starting to Wither. I saw no symptoms, but seeing as how she was going to die in a matter of 8 Days, and I was already there. We agreed that we both wanted to make a Bond and did so.”

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“Out of These three, the only slightly problematic would be my Bond with Mery. Which I am thankful for and I wouldn’t change it for the World. A Bond can not form without two consenting Partners. So she wasn’t there to eat me, she was there to save herself from the abuse of her Tribe, and I got extra protection, and valuable protection, an Ally and a Fast Friend. With all three of them.”

“What would I gain from beating another Aimon that wasn’t bothering me, to an inch of its life, and then drugging it to get the pesky problem of Consent out of the way, and then get her into my Team? What short of team would that be? Guys? Unless there is an important reason, never let me go out of my way and do exactly what I just decried. If I ever lose my path, beat some sense into me.” He said and finished his piece.

“In your World. Do you have Aimon? Have you interacted with Aimon before?”

“No, We don’t have Aimon.”

“How did you know how to Form Bonds without the Tether. I only know how to do that because Ilana provided me the Information.”

“I learned how to Bond in this way from Syl, which checks out as it seems.”

“Yes but. I don’t mean the method. I mean the Practice. How were you able to Open your soul if you’ve never dealt with it before?”

“I don’t know. This world works in Mysterious Ways. If you want to know how it’s possible ask your goddess. Maybe begin some research on the matter of your own? Surely you can get away with it, despite the attitude I’ve noticed most humans hold towards Aimon.”

“There, that, that is the most surprising of all. That….. Response, that grimace, the disgust to the Slavery of Aimon, to their plea. Where did you get that? How can you be so, respectable. Humans rarely are. You may be from earth but I don’t see why you would differ. You’re the same species after all.”

“I think by giving you the explanation I’m going give, I am taking away credit from who I am as a Person, who I am trying to be, and the lessons I have managed to learn from my Wonderful Aimon already in this world. It takes away from their character too, because more than anything, it is interacting with them that has taught me how to behave against all Aimon. If I hadn’t met Syl First, Mery Second, And Dakini third, then I should be giving you a different answer right now. If I hadn’t met even one of them, I probably wouldn’t be here. But to go way back. There is a Franchise. It’s a Story, It’s a game, it’s many things. I’ve dabbled in it as a grew with what little time I had wasting away after slaving at my work. But most of my wonder for life had disappeared with my Parent’s death. Life at the Orphanage tended to do that to somebody, and then society is not kind to adults, what there was left gotten beaten and squeezed out through a rolling pin.”

“But when I was a Kid, this story was so deeply entrenched into me, that I dreamt of living it. Every night for years. I was consumed by it as many children where, spending countless summer days either playing alone, or with friends, or with my imagination. That story is about Pokemon. Monsters that you can capture in Pokeballs, and put into your Pocket, carry them everywhere with you. Of course, none of that was real, it was entirely fictive. I remember correctly from the desire of one massive bug catching nerd in another country to share his childhood with others. Well. It worked wonders.”

“What is the Pokemon Philosophy? You ask? It’s hard to adapt into this world, that’s what it is. That fictive story and game for children lacked the real consequences of life. Yet, here I am, living my best life with three powerful Aimon by my Side who I know have my back. It’s all about friendship. Humans at the end of the day can’t survive without Community, Family, Tribe. Every Trainer and their Aimon is its own little Tribe. A Tribe with people you choose. That’s what makes it powerful. You chose to struggle together through it all, to stand by each other’s side, to die if you have to so that they can live. That is the ideal at least. The power comes from Choice, and that Power is Friendship.”

“Corny isn’t it?” Myron said and laughed. “Yet even now, as I speak these words I am shivering with excitement. Living my childhood Dream. I can hear the Music ringing in my head, pushing me forward to the Next challenge, to be the very best like no one ever was. Hahaha! I can keep going forever Marissa!” Myron said with a brilliant smile.

Then he clapped his hands; close to his forehead; and closed his eyes in prayer.

“I’m sorry for all these blind souls, that have the Holy Grail right there in front of them, and dismiss it as a Normal Cup. Amateur Mistake. Every human that doesn’t understand the True importance of a Bond with Aimon and sees them as slaves is simply a blind, idiotic, close minded fool that has been impregnated by the Propaganda of the Older, More powerful and similarly stupid Humans. So if the Whole world is like that then I pity it all.” He declared solemnly.

“I LIKE IT!” The booming voice came beating like a drum through the wooden walls and doors of the office. The Door flew straight off it’s hinges and passed right in front of Myron, flattening against the wall on the other side, now a mere adornment.

“Davosh! Can’t you stop damaging Guild property!? GOSH!” Marissa blew a fuse and rose, she marched up to him and stomped her feet on the floor in anger. She pointed to the door and said not another word as Davosh, the bear man with muscles of stone, sheepishly bent down with an apologetic gaze and picked the door up. “I’ll have it fixed before you can say…”

He trailed off, seeing as how Marissa was still nailing him down with a stair of cold steel.

“Alright, go on, you were saying?” She asked, finally, after collecting herself.

Davosh smiled something heroic, like a gruff wilderness model. His teeth shone a brilliant white, all with a sharp edge to them.

He stared right into Myron’s eyes who went stock-still. ‘Gha!’ He had fallen for the oldest trick in the Pokemon book.

“Challenge! This young fellow here to a Battle! If you prove your might and that connection you tout with your Aimon, then I will void all tests and charges required to become a Guild Trainer. If you don’t then you’ll have to go through the actual process and Marissa won’t be able to help you. Don’t look at me like that Marissa, I won’t have you pulling strings, not in my Guild.”

“What say you?”

“Myron. I’m Myron, and as is right for two trainers that have locked eyes, I Accept your Challenge.” Davosh grinned, while Marissa raised a brow. “What is that? What is right?”

“It’s my second goal in life. To establish this right of passage. If two Trainers meet eye to eye, a Battle must happen.”

“GHAHAHA! I did say I like you, Didn’t I?” Davosh slapped Marissa in the back and she stumbled forward. Turned around and snapped him with a lightning kick. He flew through the doorway, taking it with him as he barely fit through it before and flew through the wall.

He pulled himself back through the hole his body had made. He flashed a dashing smile, and a thumbs up.

“Follow me to the secluded Arena. Marissa, you come with, be the referee.”