Becoming the Dawn [Worm/Pokemon] Celestial Menagerie inspired

[BravelyFlying]

Waiting for a superhero to show up was as cold as it was stressful. Here I was on the roof of some fifth story building freezing my ass off in the cold Brockton Bay winter looking up at overcast skies wondering when he was going to come flying in.

This must be what it was like to be Mary Jane.

Or was Lois Lane more appropriate?

No, the hero I was waiting for was more of a Green Lantern so I guess that would make me…Alex? Alice? Arya? Whoever got fridged. No one actually cared about her name, it's not like anyone actually read Green Lantern comics and DC didn't bother with a Kyle Rayner run since forever.

Fucking DC you fucking hacks. You shit out ten Batman runs but you can't make a decent comic outside of Gotham in the last five years. Where's my Geoff Johns Aquaman continuation Javins?

"Hatenna?" a quivering voice called out from below me. From between my shoes a blob of pink and blue stared up at me shivering. Her pointy hat drooped and she looked a second away from bawling into tears.

Right, strong emotions are a no go.

I reached down to the small pokemon holding it to my chest as I bobbed up and down like a baby trying to focus on calm thoughts.

Beaches, long train rides, movie theatres after covid before they got popular again.

"Better?" I asked her getting a tentative nod back. Good. I placed her back down before I started to get maternal. I didn't want cute, fluffy pokemon; I wanted dragons that would crush my enemies under their heel.

Well claws.

But the combination of Healer, Anticipation and Magic Bounce was just too good to box her forever. Which meant I was going to have to build a trick room team and that was going to be a nightmare because, like, four pokemon learnt trick room by level up and Game Freak never got around to making a pokemon that set Trick Room on entry.

Fucking Game Freak. You can milk me by hiding Ursaluna, Urshifu and Spectrier behind DLC but you couldn't at least break the game in the ways I wanted you to? Pathetic.

"Enna!" The pink blob started crying once again.

Right. I had enough of that.

With a mental flick of the hand Hattena dissolved into a burst of light and popped like a shadow clone. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could feel Hattena resting, not quite asleep but not fully awake either.

I sighed, glancing at Rowlet, "This is why you're my favourite."

Rowlet said nothing, just perched on the railing of the roof with his eyes closed. His bowtie glimmered slightly trying desperately to absorb the few traces of sunlight there was on the overcast day.

Good man. Going to be a nightmare when he evolves but by then I hopefully should have something better to replace him with.

Hmm, Harvest Tropius would kickass.

A whirring, crackling sound from above had me looking to the sky where a man was slowly floating over on electrified boots that just repelled off the air like two magnets rejecting each other. In his hand he had a long lance and on his other arm clasped like a wristband was a metal disk.

It was the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen. A man flying through the sky like a demigod. Seeing it was almost worth the nightmares about getting kidnapped by a woman with a fedora.

Not really but it was still pretty cool.

Dauntless gave the building a few circles making sure I was alone before he slowly descended from the skies.

"Hello," he greeted with a voice that was not firm but not soft either. A neutrality that felt like he was reading from a script, "Are you the one that wanted to meet me?"

"I am," I said, "Wanted to talk to you about joining the Protectorate."

It was a choice made because there was literally no other option. I wanted to be a hero and going independent in a city with Coil in it was stupid. But that didn't mean I hated the thought of joining.

There was a pause as Dauntless considered that. No doubt whatever handlers he had in his ears were coaching him what to say.

"You could've just come to the headquarters," he said.

"Your headquarters is all the other way in town and I don't have money for the bus. Barely had enough for the phone booth."

His eyes scanned me looking at my ratty shoes, threadbare jumper and I had no doubt that he could smell the fact that I haven't showered in like four days. It was obvious to pretty much anyone that looked at me that I was homeless.

"Why did you ask for me specifically?" he asked, talking the one condition I had negotiated from the phone operator when discussing this meeting.

The reason I'd chosen him was because despite reading his interlude I couldn't remember his name and wasn't going to blurt out something I shouldn't.

Years of reading Worm had ingrained most of the characters' names into my brain and if Armsmaster or Miss Militia popped by I was more likely to call them Colin or Hannah then I was to use their hero names. The Wards would've been worse, the last thing I needed reflexively to say Missy or Dennis.

I shrugged, "Our powers are similar."

"Really?" He asked in a voice full of confusion as he glanced towards Rowlet.

"Really," I said pointing to my bird, "That might look like a flesh and blood owl, even feels like it too. But it's more like a hard light projection. Every day I get a charge that when I use it I can spawn a creature."

"I can see the similarity," Dauntless admitted, "Are they all like that one?"

"No different types."

"Types?"

"That's too long to get into right now. As in, I'm probably going to have to get a whiteboard to explain that part of my power fully."

"So you're familiar with your power?"

'Familiar' he says. Like I haven't been playing pokemon for twenty-two years ever since I got pokemon Sapphire when I was five. Like I didn't have two hundred plushes at home, or had a Pikachu birthday cake three years in a row.

I was more than familiar with pokemon.

"It's…Intuitive," I decided was one way to call it, "But I've only had it for four days now."

"Oh," he said softly, staring at me with empathetic eyes I didn't need.

I might've been dropped into Earth Bet but it hadn't broken me, not enough to trigger. It wasn't fun but I wasn't going to bitch about it every second and cry melodramatically about how much I wanted to go home.

I rather focus my attention on practical things.

Like how I was gonna kill Scion.

---

The beard was just as glorious in real life as I imagined it.

Like black silk it hung on Armsmasters face, trimmed to be angular as it ran up his chin. No hints of grey on it unfortunately. I'd always imagined him to have a couple silver fox grey in his beard like Iron Man but Colin, like most parahumans, was younger than I thought. Thirty-six at most.

Though admittedly it was a bit hard to guess someone's age from their chin.

I shouldn't have been surprised Capes had only really been a thing for like twenty years at this point. Even the oldest Capes that weren't already old to start with weren't even fifty yet.

Colin glanced at the whiteboard and the very detailed type chart I drew up on it along with a short explanation of what each of them did.

"This 'Type chart'," he said, "Did your power tell you this?"

"Not laid out like this. Whenever I spend my charge I get to pick from five randomly selected monsters. It doesn't tell me what they are by name but I can feel what they're weak too. I can also tell what they'll be weak to when they evolve-"

"Evolve?" He interrupted me to ask.

"When they get strong enough or if conditions are met they - I guess the best word is metamorphosize into a stronger form. Some of those change types. So I got a pretty good feel for all of them and can piece together the puzzle from all the clues."

It was the truth enough for his lie detector that I wasn't even sure he had at the moment. Even without knowing Pokemon at all I probably could've figured the type chart within like a week just from that.

"If you're just guessing what makes you sure you haven't made a mistake?" He grilled me for what felt like the tenth time already. Ability this, can they breed that. It was endless. If I wasn't already set on joining, he would've scared me off.

Unsurprisingly, although he hid it he hadn't taken the news that there was a new girl with a constantly growing power like Dauntless well. Shame, he was hot but I guess our ship was never to sail.

"Because I'm not an idiot. Besides, if you can't trust that then feel free to thoroughly test it when I join."

"If you join," he corrected, "Seeing that you refuse to tell me anything about yourself: No last name, no previous address, not even if you're an American citizen. Given that you refuse to play ball, I'm not sure how we can accept you."

As much as I wanted to be honest I couldn't. I hadn't been dropped into this world with a valid Id and the last thing I wanted was them wondering why I was using the identity of a thirteen year old brat right now. That's if I was still alive here, I was born in Sydney and on Bet the Leviathan had fun there in the 2000's.

"Who I was before I got my power doesn't matter - I'm leaving that person behind for a fresh start. I know how that looks but I don't care, if that means you have to slap me with restrictions or pump me full of truth serum till I can be trusted then that's fine, I can accept those terms," I said.

Besides as much as he wanted to play hardball he couldn't just say no. Even if I had a weakass power the Protectorate wasn't in the habit turning away joiners, especially ones that could heal.

He frowned, "If you're in trouble the Protectorate has resources that can protect you. There's no point in completely abandoning your life."

"I'm not in trouble, legal or illegal. I just don't have any attachment to that person anymore."

Colin leaned back in his chair, armour silent as it shifted with him. His fingers pressed a button on a large landline he had on the desk.

"Has the creature disappeared yet?" he asked.

"No sir," came from the phone, "We've hit city limits and it's still here. Do you want me to drive to Boston? See if it disappears then?"

They had wanted to see if I had a range limit and gotten an intern or something to drive Rowlet as far as they could. From him I got the vaguest impression that he was in a van with someone but even if I focused I couldn't tell if that person was a man, woman or what colour their hair was.

No Skitter omniscence for me unfortunately.

Armsmaster thought about it for a moment, "No. Just stay there and tell me if it disappears later," he then pushed a different number, "How are the lab results?"

"The blood samples disappeared after ten seconds. X-rays confirm that this thing has organs but nothing that looks like ovaries or sexual characteristics. It doesn't appear that this thing can breed."

That I wasn't sure was true. Yes my pokemon might've not been real but Pokemon due to the fact it was a kids game never had actual breeding involved. The eggs just sorta popped up when no one was looking. It was a big enough plot point that there was a professor dedicated to discovering how that worked.

His helmet rose to meet my eyes.

"You said that when you killed one, it dissolved into light and you were able to resummon it eight hours later," He said.

I nodded.

"Killed a strong word. But when I had them fight each other Hatenna won and Rowlet got sent to-" I almost said the box but that would've made no sense to him, "-I mean he sorta dissolved till he could heal up."

His fingers tapped on his desk.

City wide range, no breeding capacity, can't be permanently killed. I could see the gears turning in Armsmasters head and they came to a conclusion he didn't like. I was just simply too useful not to recruit.

I didn't want to toot my own horn but I had a good power. Not Triumvirate tier but good enough.

Well it wasn't Triumvirate tier, yet.

"Alright, you have a charge built already? Use it."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't I be in a lab for this?"

"My helmet has the best scanners in the entire base," he said, and although it sounded like bragging I had no doubt it was the truth. An efficiency tinker like him could do both.

I closed my eyes leaning back in my chair as I reached for that ball of light that I felt forming in the back of my head. It was heavy but weightless, bright but dark and cold but warm all at the same time.

I poked at it with an imaginary finger and it burst, splitting up into five different balls.

The first one I got the impression of heat and darkness. That ball was covered in a shell of what it could be and that was covered in an even bigger shell, a Russian nesting doll. But the biggest shell was flickering, impermanent. A mega evolution.

Houndoom, it had to be. I was tempted to choose it immediately - Flash fire was on the list of things I needed to have but I held off. Lung wasn't an immediate threat, Burnscar less so and Behemoth had more options then just fire.

Compared to something like storm drain or damp it wasn't on the immediate need list.

The list went faster.

Water and ice. Shell armour and Skill link - Cloyster. Shell Smash would've been fun but I had no way to get a water stone yet.

The same went for the Seadra that was next. A dragon scale might've been theoretically easier to get but not right now.

Ghost and Dragon. When I felt that my heart skipped a beat but it wasn't the one I wanted. The one I'd already put a charge into on my third day only to be told that it wasn't enough to summon him.

Compared to the lord of the Reverse World I wasn't jumping out of my seats over the chance to get stuck with a Dreepy.

I moved on to the last.

Dragon. Will get the fighting type later. Three stages, Overcoat, Soundproof and Bulletproof.

There was no hesitation in me as I chose that one.

Light poured out of my body and pooled into a shape right beside me. A sound like a Pokeball echoed and when it was over a small four legged lizard was standing there.

It was two different shades of grey but with thick gold scales that hang off it like a cloak with the largest of them all on its head like a crown.

"Jang-mo," the pokemon greeted me, tucking in its legs like a soldier saluting.

But I didn't return the greeting. Instead I only stared at Armsmaster and said, "Dragon type, immune to most projectiles, sound based powers and powders."

In other words it was a bitching pull. I had to hold myself back from hollering, settling for only a slight smile. Thank you Gacha gods, I'd almost forgive you for not giving me Diluc.

Actually no I didn't.

Armsmaster stared at the tiny dragon with a firm expression. His beard perfect at hiding his clenched jaw.

"I'll make some calls," he said.

---

Bread was nice until it started to lick your mouth.

With a hand and a groan I pushed Fidough off me as I got out of bed that smelt like a wet bakery. A glance at the clock told me it was about five to nine. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I shuffled over to the shower, taking my toothbrush and mouthwash with me.

If that walking pound of dough gave me a yeast infection I was going to turn him into a muffin.

Showered and in a fresh set of clothes I left for my meeting that was soonish.

The morning sun looked different inside the Rigs force fields. Warm oranges turned pink casting everything in a porno like glow. But it was cool. I hadn't seen it like this before, I'd spent the last two weeks in Boston getting my power tested and my health assessed.

It was neat and it taught me some things about my power but most importantly Hattenna passed her evaluation which meant she and I by extension had ticked that important checkmark.

Healer.

The golden ticket.

And after investing two charges into her she'd leveled up to level fifteen and gained a move I'd honestly forgotten about. Aromatherapy - The move that can cure status conditions.

In the games it could only cure the big ones but not ones that disappeared when you switched out like confusion or infatuation but this wasn't the games and there were some very curious people that wanted to know if it could cure people affected by masters.

Hattenna was still in Boston waiting for clearance to be allowed to be tested at the Parahuman Asylum. I hoped it worked, those Lab Rat victims had been through enough.

Armsmaster was waiting in the meeting room with a woman I expected next to him. Blonde and fat, it wasn't hard to guess who she was. The white Amanda Waller.

"Good morning," I greeted, taking a seat in front of them.

"Good morning," Piggot returned the greeting, reaching a hand across the table to shake my hand, "My name is Emily Piggot, I'm the director in charge of managing the Parahuman situation in Brockton Bay. Though I'm assuming you knew that."

"I did. But it's good to learn that the T's silent."

Piggot's lips curled, "Yes, no one ever gets that right unless I tell them."

Armsmaster cut in by pulling out a pair of stapled documents along with a few pictures of the Pokemon I pulled in Boston.

Fidough. Impadimp. Duraladon. Falinks.

Piggots eyes lingered on Impadimps photo a moment too long.

"Your tests in Boston were promising," Piggot said, "It's a shame about the six at a time limit, but it's enough for us to work with. The pink one most of all."

"This is a typical contract for a newly recruited full time Protectorate member," Armsmaster said handing me a piece of paper, "Typically the base salary starts at $78,800 with reduced taxes but during your first year you are what's called a Junior member. It means your access to confidential files will be restricted, you won't be eligible to lead a team and depending on your role going forward you will have an experienced hero with you while you patrol. You'll be expected to follow their orders unless you believe them to be illegal."

"After a year you'll graduate into a full member of the Protectorate. Typically your base salary would increase to $112,800 a year."

"You keep saying that - Typically. Does that mean I'm not getting the typical contract?"

"No," he said, "Members that can bring more utility to the table can expect a higher salary. For a typical healer the base salary is $180,000."

My mouth fell.

I could buy so much with that.

Bitchin.

I mean sure it had the increased risk of getting Ziz'd or stabbed to death by a sad man in a robot body but six figures was six figures.

"However, that's with the expectation that you would be on call 24/7. Liable to be transferred to another city at the drop of a dime," Piggot interjected, "Which isn't the case with you. At least not completely."

My brow furrowed as took in her words. Not the case? There was only one thing it could be.

"You're talking about the fact that I can let others order my monsters?"

It was something we tested in Boston. As long as I personally ordered my Pokemon to listen to someone's orders then they'd follow them. It was per mon and it reset every time I boxed them, so I didn't have to worry about them being stolen or something.

"Yes, with your range there's been talks about assigning 'Hattenna' to a member of staff that will travel in your stead. This way you wouldn't be reassigned at a moment's notice and allow you to continue your role in Brockton Bay," Armsmaster said.

I frowned, "If that were to happen then wouldn't mean not being on call would come with a decreased salary?"

"Yes," Piggot confirmed, "But at the same time you'd still be an active hero. In essence you'd be working in two places at once. Which is a conundrum because we're not sure how you should be compensated for that."

"Maybe I should get paid $292800," I suggested doing some quick math, not really serious about it. Money past a certain point just became another digit.

"We thought about that," she admitted, "But higher ups decided that was too much for a junior member, some even thought that handing that much money to a woman that has a precedent for abandoning her identity was unwise," And although she sounded polite I was left with no doubt that she was one of those people, "So we've reached a middle point; You'll be paid the standard healer salary ignoring your Junior status and after six months a committee will be appointed to look over your results and evaluate how much we should be paying you. If it's decided that what you bring to the table is significantly more we'd up your compensation- With full back pay included."

I leaned back in my chair as I processed that.

That was a lot of money. Enough that I could probably retire before I was Thirty-Five. It was a dream come true. Except that money didn't matter when society would be destroyed in four years.

I sighed, "That's a generous offer Director and I respect the intentions in which it's offered but I'm not sure I can accept that."

Piggot blinked before her face schooled and pulled back in her chair, arms folded.

"Why not?" Armsmaster asked, voice audibly unimpressed, "If you're waiting for a better offer there isn't one."

"It's not about the money. I'm worried about the precedent it would set."

"Precedent?"

"Using Hattenna like that means that a sixth of my power is permanently unavailable to me. Now that's something I'm fine with, I understand just how needed healers are. But what happens if I get a second healer? A third? Fourth? Fifth? Am I just supposed to give up my power and be forced into the backline because I'm more useful there?" I said picking off fingers with each number.

Pigotts response was instant, "Yes, if you're asking that question then you don't understand the value of healers. If it's between one cape walking the streets and six healers spread throughout the Protectorate then the decision is obvious."

"And if I can do the greatest amount of good there then I'd have no complaints but what if I'm better used somewhere else?" I asked before I turned to Colin, "Let me ask you this; What is the tinkertech invention that has had the most positive effect on the world?"

"Containment foam," he said.

"Dragon's the one that made that right?"

He nodded.

"Then why isn't Dragon dedicating her entire focus on containment foam if it's so useful? Why bother with those mechs at all? Don't answer that. Now I'm not saying I'm ever going to be on her level - I'm not that arrogant. But just like she's not churning out containment foam 24/7 because she's more than that, how am I supposed to know if I'm more than the woman that creates the healing monsters unless I'm given the freedom to?"

If they had me waste my charges on levelling Hatenna or a Chansey or whatever rabbit I pulled out of a hat instead of trying to get a Legendary I'd just straight up leave Protectorate, which would not be bitchin. Weaver was right that they were the best option and I needed them to work with me to prevent the end of the world. So I had to kill this in the crib before it ever became an issue.

Piggot stared at me with a hard look in her eyes, but whatever it was I couldn't tell.

"Six months," she said, "You've got six months till the evaluation. If you don't want to be relegated to just a healer then prove it. Follow the rules, accomplish objectives and work with others."

I smiled, "I can work with that."

---

I couldn't work with this.

"No," I said, rejecting another concept art that had me forced into a princess dress.

"Come on," Sarah said as she looked over the art, "What's wrong with the matching Hatenna?"

Sarah was the head of branding and she clearly had her soul ripped out of her. How else could she stand to be in an office that looked like it was fingerpainted by toddlers with pink fluffy rugs going across the floor.

"The Fairy type looks cute but it's also the type I have the least amount of. If we went on the 'Fairy Princess,' idea then that'd be too restricting. I have sixteen types to work with, come up with a concept that could include literally anything else."

"But think of the merchandise that concept could fuel," she said, voice a touch below whining, "I'm thinking of a whole toy line of castle sets, costumes, dolls and if you get popular enough we could have you cameo in that cartoon all the little girls love."

She pulled up her sleeve showing me the tiny tattoo she had of the show on her shoulder, "Come on you'll be perfect on Little Witch Wendy. I've even gotten Vista an episode, it won't be hard to get you in too."

And I'm sure she loved that.

"You're talking about merch but you're completely ignoring who buys that merch. Little girls begging their parents; by focusing on them you're ignoring the boy demographic," Behind me I released Duraludon, Jangmo-o and Falinks.

I picked up the Brass and placed it in Duraludons outstretched hands. Well, what counted for hands anyway. With a jump Jangmo-o springed up landing on the steel types shoulder.

"You just tell me little boys aren't gonna aren't gonna beg their parents for action figures of these Pokemon?"

Sarah shook her head, "They won't because kids are in that girls are icky stage. Across the board for female heros with enhanced strength the figure is one boy buying their merch for every eight girls. When you take away Alexandria who skews the numbers it goes to something like twelve to one."

"As a woman that can't punch through concrete you're at a significant disadvantage when it comes to marketing. Rime is the fourth highest rated female hero in the entire protectorate. She also has the lowest merch numbers of the entire top heroes - Well excluding Cineral. That's why you should focus all your attention on the demographic that will actually buy your merch instead of trying to cater to people that won't, no matter what you do."

Fuck nuggets she actually had a point. I felt personally slighted that she was actually good at her job

I sighed, "Okay fair point but I actually need a concept that allows me to use my powers. You already took poison and bug types off me; Which I get but getting pigeon holed into just fairy types is a disaster waiting to happen."

"We could go with a fairy themed persona," Sarah suggested, "Fairies, dragons, knights. Instead of being the princess kept captive by a dragon waiting to be saved by a knight, you could represent all of them at once?"

My neck cracked as I mulled it over.

While not as good as the Fire-Water-Grass in terms of super effective coverage in practical non video game terms the Steel-Fairy-Dragon was better in almost every way. Dragon had the highest BST of all types, Steel had the most resistances and while Fairy wasn't the best when they weren't going up against dragon they were at least a good neutral option with good support moves.

"Falinks could work as a kind of royal guard," I mused. Being the only one of my pokemon that knew protect it was a perfect fit.

She smiled, "We can include others as long as they fit the theme. Now let's get into the most important part; What will your cape name be? I'm here to consult but this is your decision, take your time I know it's a hard one."

I laughed, "It's not really. When I got my power I thought about the type of person I wanted to be, what I wanted to represent and more importantly what person I aspired to be."

"And what person is that?" she asked softly.

"I want someone to look at me and know it's okay. That things will be better, I want to be a light, someone that burns so bright it banishes all the bad things. So there's really only one thing I can be called."

I looked at Sarah, staring directly in her eyes.

"Call me Dawn."

---

This was going to be a Celestial Menagerie fic but I just love Pokemon too much to do any other kind of creature. So we got this fic cause of it.

Summary of the pulls.

Day 1: Hatenna

Day 2 : Rowlet

Day 3: Giratina

Day 4: Jangmo-o

Day 5- 8: Wasted testing her abilities.

Day 9 - 19: Duraludon, Falinks, Impadimp, Fidough. Leveled everyone except Impadimp to level 10 and Hatenna to level 15.


Legendary Chart.

Giratina 1/20

 

[UndeadLord22]

Wait, we got Giratina? Bitchin...

Me wondering we got Rayquaza (Fav pokemon imo), and that is a BIG fking ask for me to put out.

 

[BravelyFlying]

Wait, we got Giratina? Bitchin...

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Has to randomly roll Giratina 19 more times unfortunately.

Not bitchin

 

[UndeadLord22]

Has to randomly roll Giratina 19 more times unfortunately.

Not bitchin

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Wait we didnt!?

FK! Would have been amazing!

 

[BravelyFlying]

Wait we didnt!?

FK! Would have been amazing!

Click to shrink...

Sorry, Legendaries not including Mythicals are %6.93 of the pokedex. It is literally more likely to roll a legendary than it is to roll and ice type which only comprise of 5.66% if the dex. I had to nerf 'em somehow.

 

[UndeadLord22]

Sorry, Legendaries not including Mythicals are %6.93 of the pokedex. It is literally more likely to roll a legendary than it is to roll and ice type which only comprise of 5.66% if the dex. I had to nerf 'em somehow.

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Fairrrrrr.

I mean, other "basic" pokemons are strong enough if were going for Pokedex logic.

I mean, look at Wobbuffet for an example.

 

[BravelyFlying]

I mean, look at Wobbuffet for an example.

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We don't talk about Wobbuffet in this house.

 

[CronaAbarn]

You don't need arceus, you just need a rattata with focus sash and endeavor to two shot scion. That or get a ghost type to eat/remove his soul.

 

[Kolarthecool]

Sorry, Legendaries not including Mythicals are %6.93 of the pokedex. It is literally more likely to roll a legendary than it is to roll and ice type which only comprise of 5.66% if the dex. I had to nerf 'em somehow.

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At those odds, 20 seems high doesn't it? Doesn't feel plausible that you'd roll the same legendary that many times.

 

[BravelyFlying]

At those odds, 20 seems high doesn't it? Doesn't feel plausible that you'd roll the same legendary that many times.

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It is definitely unlikely but there's ways to skew the odds for Dawn that she hasn't discovered yet.

 

[SiegfriedisPower]

When comes to her theme is it just a focus on fairy, dragon, and steel or is it a complete cut off of other pokemon.

 

[BravelyFlying]

When comes to her theme is it just a focus on fairy, dragon, and steel or is it a complete cut off of other pokemon.

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It's a 'these Pokémon are what you should focus on because it's marketable. Others can be approved on a per mon basis. Don't bother asking for Poison and Bug types, they're never getting approved.'

 

[SiegfriedisPower]

Don't bother asking for Poison and Bug types, they're never getting approved.'

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But have you considered

Or perhaps this could convince you?

 

[BravelyFlying]

But have you considered

Or perhaps this could convince you?

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Those two are actually some of the Pokémon that would get approval it's just really, really hard to convince someone that 'Trust me they're very, very cute.' Without proof when you're talking about insects and venomous monsters.

When Earth Bet thinks of bugs and poison they think of Breed and like so many villains to count. So the uphill battle isn't worth it and a blanket ban is extended.

But yes Snom and Clodsire are blessed with pretty privilege.

 

[Xcell]

Love the idea of the story and I wish there was more chapters to read. As I wish I had found this story after you had published a dozen chapters.

 

[Retalom]

oh wow i wonder how lore accurate the pokemon will be because legendaries like giratina are basically gods