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Chapter 1-5 – Transform
For a wide variety of reasons, Danny's day had gone excellently. Kurt had managed to get him a few days off from work, progress on ridding the tanker from the bay had finally been made, and most importantly, his daughter was happy again
He wasn't about to rest on his laurels, however. Like Taylor had said, there was no point in moping around, waiting for things to improve, when you can improve them yourself. That's why, after Taylor left, Danny had made a few calls.
The first one had been obvious – a long, carried out rant at the Principal of Winslow, informing her in no uncertain terms that Taylor would not be going there ever again and, under threat of legal action, had a transfer ready for whenever Taylor was ready for school again (AKA when Taylor finally learned transform or something to the same effect.)
The discussion was rather loud.
After that, Danny called up Alan to see how the situation with Emma was going. Long story short, things weren't going well, – Apparently, Taylor's prank had effectively tossed her and the other two from their thrones, and since Sophia had been suspended for being the leader of the prank, she wasn't able to stop... well, Alan refused to actually say what had happened, just that whatever it was had awakened some trauma of Emma's.
Long story short, Emma was going through some pretty major problems of her own. Danny wished Alan the best of luck, then hung up the call.
Figuring he might as well go three for three, Danny started to dial up the number the Protectorate had given him when the doorbell rang.
'Who could that be?' Danny wondered. 'It couldn't be Taylor – knowing her, she'd probably have just teleported right into the living room, loudly announce her presence, and what antics she had gotten into in her caffeine-induced stupor.'
Danny couldn't help but laugh at the thought – and the fact that she likely would do exactly that. 'It couldn't be Alan either, I was just talking to him, and Kurt's probably working too hard to stop by. So who...?'
He got his answer when he finally opened the door.
He was silent for a few moments. "...Why don't you come inside."
Miss Militia smiled. "Thank you, Mister Hebert."
"Danny," He insisted. "If I trust you enough to let you into my house, then you can just call me Danny."
"Alright... Danny."
Miss Militia smiled as she set down her coffee. "This is very good."
"I try," Danny replied. "Anyway, I doubt you came here for a cup of Joe."
Miss Militia nodded. "I hope you've been informed of the incident at Winslow?"
"How could I not be informed of it?" Danny asked. "My daughter was a big part of it, after all. No offense, but I'm pretty sure I know more about than you do." After all, he knew what had really happened in that locker.
"No offense taken," Miss Militia replied, "and perhaps you do. If so, would you mind telling me what we might have missed?"
Danny hesitated. Could he trust her with the truth? "Tell you what – you tell me what you think happened, and I might fill in a few blanks, if I trust you enough"
"You drive a hard bargain." Miss Militia deadpanned. "How do I know that you aren't completely clueless about the situation and trying to get information out of me?"
Danny smiled at that. "I know Alan Barnes, Emma Barnes's father, who has worked with Miss Hess on occasion. If I had been more attentive, the whole ordeal could have been avoided – and that's something I'll never let myself forget."
"...So in other words, you already have a source of information. You just want to make sure I'm telling the truth."
"Bingo." Danny replied.
Miss Militia smiled. "Well played, Danny... alright, here's the story as we know it. Last morning, Miss Hess, Miss Barnes and Miss Clements worked together to trap your daughter in her locker. While trapped in the locker, Taylor triggered as some sort of teleporter. In between classes, she rigged the locker to release a pie when sprung, and then hid in the vents of the school." She didn't seem to notice Danny holding in his laughter. "Then, when Barnes, Hess and Clements passed by the locker after classes were over, she spoke, the vents giving her voice an odd effect. She spread 'secrets' that she likely mad up on the spot, while other students had gathered around to watch. Then, after she stopped speaking, Miss Hess tore open the locker, activating the trap. Then Miss Hess – AKA Shadow Stalker – instinctively shifted to shadow form, effectively blowing her cover. A video of the incident was put up on PHO, it spread, and... well, here we are."
Danny nodded. He was pretty sure he could trust her. "I appreciate your openness, Miss Militia, but you are still wrong about a few key facts."
She raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh? Do tell."
Before Danny could, Taylor chose that exact moment to teleport into the room. 'Hey Dad, I'm home! I just finished tossing around Stormtiger, Fenja and Menja like ragdolls, may I-'
It was about then that she noticed the guest in the room. Who was, for the first time Danny could ever remember seeing, completely gobsmacked. '...Maybe I should have just rang the doorbell.'
Miss Militia sat down, absorbing all the information that the Heberts had just given her. "I'm having trouble believing this," She muttered, more to herself than to Danny or Taylor. "A literal mission from a god... it sounds insane."
Danny shrugged. "Thirty years ago, people thought that the idea of there actually being real superhumans with real powers insane. Then scion came along, and... well, here we are."
"Good point..." Miss Militia muttered. "Even so... God, If you're really powerful as you claim, then Director Piggot will..."
'Freak out,' Taylor finished. 'And keep in mind that I can barely do a fraction of what the original Mew is capable of. I'm always learning new techniques.' As if to demonstrate, the tip of her tail lit up with an ethereal light.
Miss Militia could only slump down into her chair. "Oh God..."
'Yes?'
There were a few seconds of silence, before Miss Militia gave a resigned chuckle. "Sure. Why not."
Danny cleared his throat. "Taylor was actually thinking about joining the Wards, if that was alright. Admittedly, it's more for my protection than anything else, but..."
"Go ahead," Miss Militia replied ruefully. "It's not like I could stop you or anything."
'Sorry, what was that?' Taylor asked absentmindedly. 'I was busy making a plan to take down Nilbog. I mean, I'm going to need time to prepare, but I kinda am a goddess, so I should be able to do it...'
Miss Militia's head hit the table with a thump. "This is too far above my pay grade..."
AS: Poor Miss Militia... It's not her fault that she was the first to get introduced to the Hebert brand of insanity.
Only one new move this time, Tail Glow.
Anyway, I now have nine options for what Pokemon Taylor creates first. if one gets a large number of votes, I will do that one. Otherwise, I will choose the one that best interests me. Since this is really informal, I won't be holding an official poll. you can choose up to five options and only replies to this chapter will be considered. The poll ends on Feb 1. Alongside each choice, I will post their base stats. Remember, the higher the base stat total, the longer it will take for Taylor to create it - It shouldn't take much more than five days, though.
The choices are:
Alolan Vulpix (299)
Ralts (198)
Purrloin (281)
Wishiwashi (175)
Magikarp (200)
Feebas (200)
Caterpie (195)
Pidgey (251)
Eevee (320)
TH: And don't worry... some of these will still be created early on, even if they aren't the first.
AS: As always, read and review, else Taylor get you!
Edit: AH NO WAIT NOT FEB 1, OCT 30!
