CHAPTER 2

Politics

Chatot was greeted by a sight he was not the least bit surprised with. A random pokemon was talking to Guildmaster Wigglytuff. This happened, more or less, twice a week. The disconcerting part of this was the piece of paper with Wigglytuff's signature on it. The last time this had happened, they had lost the guild. The time before that? Well… They're no longer allowed in the eastern hemisphere.

"Oh, Arceus! Wigglytuff, what have you signed this time?" Chatot yelled, rushing to read the paper.

"Ah, Chatot. Good to see you arrive to meet the new partner." Wigglytuff said, grinning. Chatot looked up slowly.

"Partner?" Chatot repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, this is Aether. Very intelligent 'mon, went to school at some place called… 'Ace Attorney'?" Wigglytuff tried to remember.

"Yes, my credentials are impeccable." Aether, using his right wing like a hand, reached beneath his other wing and took out a piece of paper. From nowhere. "Here is my resume." He stated, handing the document to Chatot.

"While this looks nice, I'm fairly certain…" The other bird in the room paused, staring at the resume. "It says here you played Ace Attorney, not that you went there."

"Well, it is just game." Aether tsked, like his new employer's assistant was an idiot.

"A game? How does that make you…" Chatot paused in the same position as before. "It says here you worked as an underwater wielder."

"What about that doesn't make sense?" The grey bird asked.

"In short? Everything. In long? EVERYTHING!" Chatot yelled. Aether grinned.

"Wanna' bet?" Aether challenged. The two walked outside.

Scene Change

"My dear Alexandria. It's not that I have anything against but… Why did you bring your daughter to work today?" The hulking figure, held up by two masses of cement, asked his feminine and green companion.

"I was informed it was take you daughter to work day." The Gardevoir, Alexandria, responded. Standing at about waist height next to her was what seemed to be a ballet dancer of similar color.

"…You're the only person here with a daughter. Why would we hold one?" The Conkeldurr questioned. "Wait, maybe we did. I really wish Fighting types didn't have to take an intelligence reduction. Makes being an evil mastermind so much harder, since you don't have the mastermind part."

"I'm gonna blame Basant." Alexandria stated.

"Wait, why me?" A large combination of an old fashion vase in its prime with four wings, and three eyes, asked from his place at the ceiling of the ruins. Thanks to the wide open, and empty, grey stoned room, there was plenty of room for the Sigilyph to fly.

"I don't know. Everything usually is. What about the time when that Houndoom almost bit your wing off?" The other Psychic type remembered.

"How was I supposed to know he could jump that high?" Basant yelled back.

"Henchman and woman, we're getting off topic here. We are gathered here today for a… Wedding?" The Conkeldurr asked. All present in the room face palmed (The Sigilyph, with four wings, managed to do a quadruple wingpalm). "Don't do that! You guys no I'm dumb."

"Wait," The Kirlia next to Alexandria interjected, "Did you just make a mistake with homophones while talking? And what does intelligence have to do with memory?"

"…First, I believe the term is called 'Achievements in Ignorance'. Second, I really wish someone told me about that earlier. Which ties back into my first point." The Conkeldurr answered.

"Cronus, just give us something to do. I want my daughter to see what we're doing so she doesn't wind up with this moronic job." The Gardevoir requested.

Cronus the Conkeldurr nodded, "As I understand it, we're supposed to be plotting evil. Well, any ideas?"

"I have one." The Kirlia said, grinning.

"Really, what is it…" Cronus began, before realizing he didn't have her name.

"Just call me… Starscream." The young pokemon answered.

"Well, I'm sure this foreshadows nothing at all." Basant said from the ceiling.

Scene change

"I was right. That made no sense at all." Chatot said, as he and Aether walked back into Wigglytuff's office.

"But you can't deny I'm an underwater wielder now, can you?" The grey bird mocked.

"No. No I cannot." Chatot stated.

"Well, if that's all finished, I have a job to do!" Aether said proudly.

"Wait, you don't." Chatot stopped him.

"Why? You don't have the authority to fire me yet, you still have three years until you make partner."

"That's just the thing. You see, Aether, this isn't a law firm." Chatot stated.

"Yeah, it is." Aether responded, without a hint of doubt.

"No, it isn't."

"Yeah, it is."

"No, it isn't!"

"I have proof."

"What proof?"

"Quite simple. If this isn't a law firm, how can I be a partner?" Aether asked.

"You're not a partner!"

"I have paperwork that says otherwise."

"You can't be a partner because there is no firm!"

"Perhaps you're not hearing me. I have paperwork that says I'm a partner at Wigglytuff and Guild mates. That piece of evidence proves the existence said law firm, and that I'm a partner. I win!" Aether laughed.

"That's insane troll logic. The organization in the contract doesn't exist!" Chatot yelled.

"Then how did I get it notarized by a lawyer?" Aether responded, handing Chatot a (copy) contract.

"…It was notarized by you! You don't have a degree!" Chatot answered in frustration.

"I have paperwork that makes me a lawyer, as signed by the leading partner, Wigglytuff!" Aether answered, while Wigglytuff waved from his position in the background. Chatot paused.

"Let me make sure I have this straight. You work at a supposed law firm here because you have a contract. This contract makes you a lawyer and partner. Because you are a partner, the law firm exists. And this contract is legit because it was notarized by a lawyer, namely you. You were able to notarize it because the contract makes you a lawyer. HOW THE **** DOES THAT WORK?"

"Quite simple," Aether said, "All the events happen simultaneously, validating each other while bringing themselves in existence. That's how it works, so I win."

"…I give up."

THE END

Sorry if this is slightly crappy, but I am trying to update weekly and this was my last opportunity. But it wasn't entirely filler. We met the villians, and established the Aether is now employed (and, for those with little knowledge of law firm's workings, a co-leader) of the guild. What will happen next chapter? I haven't planned that far ahead. So, tune in next week for another installment of the epic adventure… THIS CRAP IS FOR THE BIRDS!