Daichi: Or, why you don't send a D into Mystery Dungeon and see what comes out the other side. Let alone... this world. Not based on any game in particular, but built purely for the sake of creating an adventure worthy of the... let's go with hero...'s middle initial. This is going to crash and burn so literally it will be glorious.

Verity: You can probably see why she doesn't own these things. She doesn't even bother trying to hide her own tendencies anymore.

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"Jirachi." The small Pokemon turned at the sound of his name. "You haven't been paying attention at all this meeting, have you?"

Jirachi laughed, trying to look away. "Sorry, Cresselia... I'll try and do better this time, really!"

The lunar Pokemon turned back to the meeting. "See that you do. We will be needing your powers for this, after all."

"But all I'm good for is wishes! And a wish can't fix this, all I ever do is cause apocalypses!" All by accident, of course, but the rest of the Council had never let him live it down. Likely they never would.

"It's you or Hoopa," Xerneas pointed out, and as one they all shuddered at the thought of the youngest of their number. He never showed up for meetings, was just as likely to trick you as help, and had a psychotic split personality. No, they wouldn't be relying on Hoopa anytime soon.

"What would I need to do?" He sighed, willing to admit to himself that this was necessary. If Palkia were still around, they could have just asked her, but as it was...

"It will be a joint effort between yourself, Xerneas, and Yveltal," Zygarde informed them. Technically, as the eldest remaining, it should have been Mesprit presiding, but she was currently an emotional wreck, and nowhere near the brilliant leader that Azelf would have been, or that Arceus was. So they had drawn lots, and Zygarde had been the winner.

Well, the green one. The Shiny one, one of the few Shinies amongst their number, sat to the side in his canine form, taking minutes. Just because it was possibly the end of the world was no reason to get sloppy.

"So what do we need to do?" Yveltal sighed. Jirachi already wasn't looking forward to this. The use of both the Legendaries of Life and Death was a sign that they'd be potentially dealing in necromancy, amongst other things.

"A long time ago, the Seven used to speak with their counterparts from other worlds- worlds like this, where Pokemon roam. But there are others in which Pokemon live alongside creatures called humans. And even more where no Pokemon exist, but that they could still see into," Zygarde rumbled. "Certain worlds with only Pokemon would, in times of great disaster, call humans from other worlds to assist them, turning them into Pokemon themselves. No matter what happened, the human would always succeed, even if they never meant to."

"But that's the Seven," Xerneas pointed out, her voice tinged with concern. "They're older than us, and infinitely more powerful, and all we have is Mesprit. How would the deities of this hypothetical other world react if we were to snatch a human away?"

"I think that's where I come in," Yveltal suggested. "Are you saying that instead of a living human, we take a soul that is already deceased?"

"But I don't want to be a necromancer!"Jirachi cried. The Shiny Zygarde reached over from his post to slap him. "Ow!"

"The necromancy will be my job," Yveltal reminded the younger Pokemon. "At least, the soul snatching part. You'll just be helping us send them to someplace away from us once Xerneas has tied them to a Pokemon body. Preferably unconscious. We're having a hard enough time staying hidden as it is."

"We should do it now," Magearna, the other remaining Shiny, suggested. "Cresselia? Darkrai? What do you think?" Both dreaming Pokemon nodded.

"It would be beneficial to the world to end this catastrophe as soon as possible, even if I disagree with the methods," Cresselia stated, before translating her partner's sign language. "Darkrai believes that taking an unwilling soul is just asking for trouble, although he doesn't see a problem so long as we're not the first ones they wake up to."

"We are agreed, then," the green Zygarde declared, looking over the decimated Council. "Jirachi, we wish for the soul of a dead human to be delivered here!"

It was still a bit too close to actual necromancy for Jirachi's taste, but he couldn't protest as his tags had already begun to glow.

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Today, Portgas D Ace decided, was not a good day. He was fine with the part where he'd died. He wasn't happy with all the trouble his family had gone through for his sake, but he could live with it- or not, as the point may be. He could even handle being resurrected.

What he couldn't handle was the fact that he was alone, in a place he didn't know. And that he was now a cat. That last bit especially. Worse, it seemed that he was a kitten. As in, small, weak, defenseless. All of which were things he couldn't let himself be, especially when lost in the wilderness.

"Someone up there must really hate me..." He mused, having noticed his transformation by tripping over his tail as he tried to stand up. He didn't know cats even came in that shade of red.

And, then, just a few minutes later, while he was still trying to figure out how his new body worked, his narcolepsy kicked in.

So perhaps Zygarde should have been a bit more specific...

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Daichi: For those that haven't caught on yet, Ace is now a Litten. A level 1 Litten. This will not be just a transplant, other One Piece elements will eventually come in... possibly culminating in, two years later, Hoopa opening a portal to Dressrosa and Sabo getting pounced on by a rightfully pissed Torracat. But that's a long ways off.

Tsukaimon: And, you know, it implies that he actually does end up bothering to save the Pokemon World. Or succeeds. Or ends up evolving. Or survives his first Dungeon. You left him level 1.