"Okay, I'd figured something was weird about those portals and all that, but you sound like you know you're from a different world. And... weirdly comfortable with it. Odette – it is Odette, right? – do you have some idea what the deal is with this event? Also, a type that only exists in your world? What? That's wild."
"I've been to a number of these
events before; I can't say I'm phased by anything after the last one," she said.
She smirked slightly. "Yeah, that's my name. And to answer your question, no. I never do. Last one was a game of 'Never Have I Ever.' Then I think there was one where we played 'Truth or Dare.' This event seems
way more planned out than those, though. I guess all I can say is keep your eyes peeled, because something's bound to throw us for a fucking loop at some point."
<I've not had occasion to fight a god before,> he mused. Even telepathically, the anticipatory growl in his 'voice' was palpable. <What does this one mean by 'vessel'?>
Oh, absolutely brilliant. Odile said fight, and now it sounded like Malachai was willing to oblige. After how he'd introduced himself, and what Laura had said about her team, Odette should have seen that coming.
"Odile's what's called a Blood type. She doesn't have any battling abilities until she reacts with my
sanguinity. In the interim she looks like a weed-"
Odile swooped down next to Odette and with a flourishing twirl, she morphed back into her humanlike form. Now she could stop flapping her wings, dammit.
"̵
O̶r̷ ̵t̵h̶i̸s̶.̸"̴
Odette resisted the urge to slap her hand to her face. "...or my own personal Grudge," she agreed. "But, once she reacts with my blood, she can actually get as big as you, Malachai. It's just...a lot on me, physically. I'd rather prep myself than go in impulsively, if I can. But she jumps at any opportunity to knock some heads."
She rubbed at the middle of her forehead. "I actually just finished giving some other girl this rundown at breakfast, so excuse me if I'm a little blasé in my explanation right now. It's
a lot to dump on somebody, and I'm trying to not...scare anybody else." She cringed a little as she said those words, but quickly regained her composure. "But I'll answer whatever questions you have, of course. I'd like to keep the air around me clear, especially since I'm walking around with something like her," she gestured to the uncanny version of herself, "in my wake."
Her fingers moved to scratch her cheek. "Think of it as the same as Mega Evolutions or Dynamaxing...except, there's no stones involved. Just blood. Mine specifically, or nothing happens. Which is why I'm her
vessel."
A thought then occurred to her, and she frowned. "Of course, that's provided you come from a place where Mega Evolutions and Dynamaxing exist. In which case everything I just said might have been a different language to you."
"̵Y̵o̵u̷ ̴k̴n̵o̸w̸ ̶w̵h̵a̴t̸ ̵l̵a̸n̴g̶u̵a̴g̸e̵ ̴e̸v̸e̶r̵y̵o̵n̶e̴ ̵u̵n̵d̶e̸r̴s̵t̸a̸n̴d̷s̸ ̸t̶h̴o̷u̷g̸h̴?̴ ̴F̷I̸G̵H̸T̴I̶N̶G̵. H̶e̶'̴s̴ ̵n̶e̸v̴e̶r̴ ̶f̶o̴u̸g̶h̴t̷ ̴a̴ ̸G̴O̶D̸ ̴b̸e̴f̶o̴r̸e̴,̵ ̷h̴e̵ ̵s̷a̶i̴d̷ ̷s̶o̵.̵"
She really liked this Malachai guy. He DEFINITELY knew what was up. And he was big, so...a plus! None of these other Pokemon here were this big. Or so she'd seen. He'd be a good match, probably. He was too big to be chew toy material.
Yes, she definitely wanted to fight him. She wouldn't gnaw his toes like those other guys, but she'd definitely show him a good time. There was no better god to fight than HER, of course.
"Do you want to go for another swim with the teeny fish? I'll push you back in right now."
