Hey guys, sorry about the long wait, two weekends ago I was sick outta my wits on my two writing days. Not a fun experience. Last weekend was my birthday, and my friends came over and prevented me from writing anything. On the upper hand though I had a really great game of mini-golf for me. Only 18 above par! Anyhoo, onto the story!
Back at home I sat down, on the floor, it felt good, and weird, especially with so long as a zorua. "So now what? We've got a bunch of people to find accommodations for, and we've got no vacancy." I said, shaking my head.
"No clue, Maybe we could build a house or two?" Jordan said.
"Hey, do either of you have any idea of what we should do?" I asked to Brian and the cyndaquil, "It would be nice if I knew if you wanted to help us."
"What do you do?" Brian asked, lightly floating… Stupid ghosts.
"Well, we explore and rescue people. Sometimes we go out and bring some criminals back in." Jordan said.
"... How do you bring the criminals in?" Brian questioned.
"We go out, knock them out, and drag them in. The other Pokémon don't really help us, so the worst we have to knock out as well. It's unfortunate." I said, shaking my head.
"No no no no, is there a non-fighting alternative for me to help you? I've got too many favors as is, so I wanna replay this one." Brian said, "I was in the military, and I've had too much fighting." He shook his… head? It seems like a head.
"...Well, there's always the guild's official… erm… secretary." Urist said.
"Well took you long enough to say it, yeesh! If it had taken any longer there's no guarantee that the poor guys would have remained here!" Jordan called, walking away to his house.
"Alright then, fine. I'll say it again, you could be the guild's official secretary." Urist said.
"There's no other choice? Sure why not. Favor's a favor." Brian said, "Sir, I'll keep any hold on the information that's given, and I'll do anything that seems… 'Secretary-like"
"Okay… You'll need a house, or a library. I'll get on it, which would you prefer?" I said, nodding.
"... library? Maybe." He was nodding, and turned around.
"Have you done this before?" Urist asked, "Like, ever organized someone else's work? Or kept a professional list?"
"Nah, but I can try, I've been told that I'm type A, so I should be able to do this work pretty easily. I hope." He said, uncertain, but willing.
"Well, we can always get to work, whenever of course, so…" I said, trailing off, waiting for him to answer.
"... Okay, whenever then. I'll try and help." He said, his mouth seemed to be in a sort of smile.
"So what will the cyndaquil do? She's been hiding from everyone basically, so we've gotta do something to get her trust." Jordan said, pointing to the poor girl, "Otherwise we'll just leave her behind, and she'll feel lonelier."
"I agree, that she needs to come with us, in some way, but she's afraid, we'll need some way to get her to warm up. Otherwise we should just leave her alone, time heals wounds, and shyness is the wound that time takes longest." Urist said, muttering.
"What?" Jordan asked, not hearing Urist.
"Nothing, let's try and do something for her." Urist replied. I nodded, and sat down, thinking, "When are we gonna build that building? It seems that if we don't get started on it soon…" He added, talking about the library, he shook his head, and flapped his wings, he was staring at me and Jordan, we looked to the other and went to see the carpenter.
"Hello? Anyone home? Look Derrek, there's a note!" Jordan said, I took a long look.
"I can't read it, haven't learned that language." I said, shaking my head, I waved my… Paw? I'd call it that, it's not exactly a hand.
"Oh, oops, I forgot. Here let me read it… 'I'm going to be gone, so who ever actually can use my tools, they're in the shed out back. I don't think I'll be coming back. I'd be especially nice that if the reader of the note would deliver the tools to a Zorua and Drilbur that lives just outside of town.' Hey that must be us! 'If you are the Drilbur and Zorua then I request that you build good houses with these worn tools. I'll never be able to thank you enough for building that house for me to see." Jordan sighed, I understood what this meant, I didn't have many die that I hardly knew, but it was something that I didn't like experiencing. He must have died alone, and that's personally the worst sort of death.
"I'd like to use these tools to do something nice before building anything personal, I think that Brian should just sleep in our building. I wanna build something that's useful to the town." I said, head down.
"Yeah, something to remember him by, never knew him well, but it'd be nice to leave a memorial based on the town's views of him. We should ask Kangaskhan about the the town's opinion."
"Oh honey! They really loved that old carpenter. The town will cry if they read his note, he actually made this shop that I'm in now. I think it'd be nice if someone carved his name into the statue in the middle of town. That was the statue that was built for memorials to those who built up the town. His name was Kringle, put Carpenter as his last name." Kangaskhan said, smiling slightly.
"Thanks for the tips, I'll try and do that. I got his chisel, and the rest of his tools, I think that I can carve Kringle Carpenter into the statue." I said, nodding, "I'll go do that now." I walked off, and made it to the statue, it was a little out of the way, but it was certainly a unique statue. I carved his name onto a list of 11, including his, no others stood out, except for one, 'Shawn the Zorua.' I gasped.
"What? What's on that list that made you gasp? Is it someone you've heard of? Someone you recognize?" Jordan grabbed my shoulder, and I pointed at the name 'Shawn the Zorua' and took a breath in.
"I think… I've met him…"
"HOW? He's been missing for about 10 years!"
"Wh… what? H-How?"
"Don't worry, it must be something else, another Shawn, one that was a Zorua, it's very unlike that you met him, he's special, not many Zoruas are…" He started.
"Shiny?" I interrupted, and he stared at me, and coughed, his wind was taken from him with my statement.
"You knew him? I need to know how!" I shook my head, trying to non-verbally say 'not now.' It was time to build that house.
Back at the Guild the group of people that were there were all standing just out front, "Hey, let's get building that 'Library.' You tell us what to do, it should go pretty fast." Jeremy nodded, "Sis, you ready?"
"I'll help however I can it'll be easy enough… I hope." Eliza said, batting at her ears.
"Don't worry, we've done this before, so it'll work easy." Jordan said.
"Let's get to work!" I yelled, raising my paw with the carpenter's hammer in it. The time flew, and the library was done just before sunrise. Jeremy was basically the keeper of torches with his sister, without them it never would have been finished. It looked kind of like the other houses, but it was larger and the door above read "Official Office."
"That worked well, glad you all got that done. I can't wait to sleep in it." Brian said, seeming to smile, "The best and coolest thing was how Jeremy lit the torches while Eliza held the them and stuck them about."
"Yeah, that was her idea. It worked the best earlier in the night." I was tired, the night is not friendly. Jeremy was modest, he was not one to brag, him and his sister were seemingly inseparable.
"Hey, can we go to sleep? I am stupidly tired." I said, shaking my head, everyone seemed to nod their heads, and I walked to Jordan's home, walking right past the Cyndaquil, "Hey, Ma'am, are you okay? Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"N-No, I'm f-fine, please leave me alone." She said, remaining completely still.
"Alright, if you want." I finished my walk home, and took a nose dive onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
"Home, I wish I could go home. Hey Derrek, are you available? It doesn't matter, I'm going to release my feelings anyways. I've never really understood people, and your world is so much stranger than the world I was raised in, I can't really understand exactly what's going on. I'm here to basically collect these strange things that in the end might not even hold any importance. I feel useless, so I don't feel like I belong. I always remember being alone, even in my home town. The people I worked with? They were cold and distant." Shawn sighed, "I always liked our talks, it gave me something to hope for, someone would possibly have something to talk to me for in my world eventually. Even though it never happened, I always trusted that it'll happen, but the truth is, it never did, you were my only friend, and I accepted that. I went exploring by myself, and the people of the town never really attended to me, even when I said I was dying." He sighed, and stared at me, "You must have it nice, you're in my world, the people are really amiable to those who deserve it. I can tell that you're unaffected by the loneliness that afflicted me. It hurts, being alone, it's so hard to understand unless you've been that alone." He sighed and shook his head.
"I understand, when I was young I was hopelessly alone, only one person actually talked to me, present company excluded." I said muttering. Shawn gasped, then sputtered, he eventually fell over. "Shawn? Are you okay? I can't stay much longer, if I go now, just stay safe."
"Go ahead, wake up. I'll remain in your world, protecting it. I hope." He said, slowly fading.
"Hello? Hello?" I heard, repeated about 3 times.
Author's note
There's the return of the temporal desync. 10 years? Yeesh, Palkia really doesn't like them time fixes... It's nice to know I keep a secret from the actual 'crew.' Hope you enjoyed it.