As far as reincarnation goes, there were far worse fates than what I ended up as. Mostly because, as I ambled about, a smile on my face, it was not like my current state of affairs wasn't everything that I could have desired. That, and for the most part this just sort of fit what I was at my core. Heck, I even still had some cheats, so I was not like I could complain. No, I was just going to do my best to enjoy life, to munch on some berries and tasty plants, with lots of lurking at the bottom of some pools.

It was nice all said and done. And I did not even do that much, which could be said to be a bit of a shame, as I pondered in the depths. Aside from, you know, occasionally needing to swat away some punks that were trying to claim the pond for themselves. Which took time away from my pondering and learning how to use the various flavors of elemental energy, as I worked out techniques that strictly speaking, my new species should not have access to, even as I built them all in terms of the sorts of energy that had come naturally.

Granted, figuring out psychic energy from Amnesia and Zen Headbutt was sort of hard. Mostly because the mind went kinda blank and then you focused the emptiness and oneness and smacked something with it using your head. Essentially, it was the art of rearing back, going 'deeerp!' and slamming into the target. Heal Pulse was sort of like that, and it wasn't, because I was sort of taking the emptiness and releasing it was a wave, like a sludge wave, to carry along any injuries and damage in its wake.

Which made me sort of popular with everyone else around the pond, as I would heal them. And come to their aid if others were bullying them, or if some of the trainers would not take the hint and not try and bond with them properly before taking them. Because you know, consent was important. Still, there was plenty to ponder as I wiggled, settling comfortably into the mud. It was like a comfortable blanket, even as my eyes closed and I was about to drift off into a contemplative doze. Which of course is when there was a cry for help.

Gripping the water around me, I emerged, roaring to hopefully scare off whatever was causing trouble with minimal effort so I can go back to dozing.

Lassie

She had like, been totally looking to get a real cute little partner to add to her team, because even if she was never going to go for the big leagues, as she had more important things to do, she still wanted some strong cuties that would be with her. And for more than just awesome mall trips. Which is why she was looking around here, because even if it was a icky swamp, there were all sorts of pokemon that accessorized nicely.

So, she did sort of feel guilty when some of them ran off crying instead of you know, recognizing that she wanted to get them for make overs and to help bring out their innate awesomeness (and you know, maybe do some contests instead of the battle scene) and adorable charms. But hey, as their future trainer they would be her adorable little charges to wrap in her arms and cuddle and squeeze and give ribbons and bows and glitter and love!

Which is why the water erupting and unleashing a wave of foul smelling swamp gas, and worse getting mud all over her designer shirt? She screamed. Not entirely sure if it was because she wanted to glomp the giant clodsire that emerged from the water or if she wanted to run home to get the stains and swamp plants out of her hair. It was a terrible choice. Hair care... or try and cuddle the giant adorable pokemon...

Truly, a terrible and hard decision.