Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Prism Globe Saga @sylph_of_eons
The Spear Headers!

“So how about this one?”

The scorbunny took the paper from her rowlet partner, scanning the notice with a penetrating gaze.

She quickly handed the paper back to her partner. “Put it back on the board. A rookie team might need to take it.”

“Ugh.” The rowlet ruffled his feathers. “You know, most dungeon-diving teams don’t pass on missions for being too easy. As far as I’m concerned, if it pays, take it.”

The scorbunny took the paper from her rowlett partner, scanning the notice with a penetrating gaze.

She quickly handed the paper back to her partner. “Put it back on the board. A rookie team might need to take it.”

“Ughhhh-” The rowlet rolled his head back, groaning much louder and much longer. “Why do you have to be so nice?”

“Ugh.” The rowlett ruffled his feathers. “You know, most dungeon-diving teams don’t pass on missions for being too easy. As far as I’m concerned, if it pays, take it.”

“Well you remember what it was like when we first joined the guild.” The scorbunny turned to him, her nose twitching slightly. “The more experienced teams always took as many missions as possible, which left us with nothing but personal assignments from Aurorus. I’m just trying to give the rookies some choices to choose from.”

“Ughhhh-” The rowlett rolled his head back, groaning much louder and much longer. “Why do you have to be so nice?”

“It's a retrieval mission.” The scorbunny explained, crossing her arms. “Looks like this hattrem lost a family charm.”

The scorbunny scoffed slightly, glancing at her partner with amusement before reaching up to the board again. “Alright then, Don. What about this one?”

Don raised his head, his eyes going to where his partner was pointing. “Crumble Dome?”

“It's a retrieval mission.” The scorbunny explained, crossing her arms. “Looks like this Hattrem lost a family charm.”

“Only 150 poke?!” Don gasped.

“Whatever happened to ‘If it pays, take it’?” The scorbunny shot her partner an accusatory glare.

Don crossed his wings haughtily. “Right, right, sorry, Pecha. I’ll keep my beak shut. See this? Zrrp!” Don swiped the tip of his wing over his beak as he made a zipping sound. “No more complaints from me.”

“Besides, we’ve been sitting on some other missions in this dungeon for a while-” Pecha said, pulling the mission notice off the board and beginning to slip it into her pack. “Efficiency is key.”

“Alright then-” Don twirled around to follow Pecha through the guildhall. “I guess if we’re going to do some other missions, this won’t be a total waste.”

Pecha and Don continued to banter as they traveled down the guildhall to the front, stopping to talk to the porygon-z standing at the front door.

“Team FlareFeather! Where are you heading for today?” Porgon-Z asked, their eyes locked on the pair with intense precision.

“We’re going to the Crumble Dome, Porygon-Z.” Don replied. “Nothing major or exciting. Just some lost item retrievals.”

The porygon-z summoned a hologram panel in front of them and began tapping inputs on it methodically. “Recorded. Good luck out there.”

With that Pecha and Don passed through the front gate and reached Spear City crossroads.

Pecha whipped out her guild badge, tapping the center button to bring up a small holo panel displaying a map. “All ready?”


Pecha nodded in agreement and decisively tapped on one of the dots on the map, causing the team to be developed in a warping light.

---

It’s been a long time since Ajax has been out to sea; longer then he initially thought.

Years ago, Ajax spent almost more time on boat than on land, a unique choice for a ground-type to say the least. But now-

“Ah, you there.”

Ajax turned his head to see a grapploct, the captain of this ship.

“Yes, Ms. Grapploct? Is there something you need?” He asked, sputtering slightly from the stray drops of sea spray that hit his face from across the edge of the boat.

“Ms. Glapploct?” She echoed mockingly. “C’mon Flygon, no need for that talk here.”

Ajax blinked slightly. “S-sorry. It has been a couple of years since we last met.”

“So it has.” Grapploct growled, pulling a flask up to her mouth. “Doesn’t mean that I have to pretend that this is your first time in the company of pirates.”

Ajax gasped as he felt the mimikyu nestled against his chest beginning to stir. “B-be quiet. You might wake Yuna.”

“Please, she’s on a boat in the middle of the sea. I’m impressed she’s managed to last this long as it is.” Grapploct chuckled, glancing at Ajax. “So why are you heading to the Stone Continent anyways?”

Ajax laughed weakly. “You won’t believe me anyways. I’m on a mission from the Tree of Life.”

“Ah, more of your ‘Lifey-Spirit’ nonsense. Should have figured as much.” She took another swig from her flask, coughing slightly, before wiping a tentacle over her mouth sheepishly. “So what exactly are you doing? Is it a rescue mission? An escort? Maybe even outlaw hunting?”

Ajax laughed again, this time much more excitedly and louder than he intended. “No, no, actually-” He stopped and clicked his tongue. “Well, I shouldn’t tell you. You’re a pirate after all.”

“That just makes me even more curious!” She laughed back at him.

“Yes, well...you acknowledge my point though, don’t you?” Ajax retorted jokingly.

Grapploct turned her gaze back to the ocean, her eyes narrowing. “...The waves have been getting bigger, haven’t they?”

Ajax quickly snapped his head, his eyes focusing on the horizon ahead and...the waves have grown a bit more choppy.

“Yes, a bit.” He mumbled noncommittally, knowing certainly what those types of waves meant.

“Captain Locket!”

With that shout, Yuna finally stirred from her slumber, wiping her beady eyes with a shadowy arm. “Gongon? Are we there yet?”

Ajax quietly shushed her, cradling her closer to him again. “No, not yet Yuna, go back to sleep.”

“Salami!” Grapploct jerked her head around, crossing her tentacle arms behind her back as she approached the salandit that had just ran up to them. “What is it?”

“We’ve just received a report from mainland!” The salandit replied, pulling out a crystal orb. “A massive whirlpool has just appeared in the middle of our current course!”

Ajax and Locket exchanged tense looks.

“Can we change our course in order to go around it?” Grapploct asked, her voice stern and bold.

“We’re trying! But Barraskewda says that the tides are already to strong!” Salandit answered, clearly on the verge of panic.

Ajax, fluttered forward, still clutching onto Yuna. “I-”

“Ajax, you and Yuna should go below deck.” Grapploct interrupted imposingly. “Be prepared for some rough sailing.”

Ajax quickly glanced down at Yuna, who despite everything, managed to drift back into sleep. “Yes, of course.” He shuddered, feeling a cold chill pass from his antennas to the tip of his tail.

“Landlubber!” Grapploct roared, causing Salandit to jump. “Do everything you can to change our course and get the boat ready for rough seas!”

“Y-yes, Captain!” Salandit shrieked, quickly scurrying off to the head of the boat.


Grapploct had her tentacles crossed over her chest with a downcast gaze. “Seas like this...it's Tapu Fini. No doubt.”

---

The Crumble Dome used to be an ancient Colosseum, twisted and corrupted into a mystery dungeon; complete with shifting rooms, randomly appearing stairs and most disturbingly, feral and animalistic pokemon.

Pecha and Don ascended from a set of stairs, being greeted by two simultaneous ‘ping’ sounds.

Pecha and Don both pulled out their respective badges.

“This is the floor.” Pecha confirmed.

“What are we looking for again?” Don grumbled, his head rotating as he examined the immediate vicinity. “Like some fancy ribbon or something? A scarf?”

“A necklace.” Pecha corrected flatly. “From the client’s description, it’s a metal chain with a dull-purple crystal.”

“Huh?” Don pulled up a panel from his badge. “Isn’t the client a attrem? Why would she need a Dusk Stone?”

“Dull-purple?” Don repeated, raising his brows as if to say ‘Are you sure?’.

“Looking at the picture…” Pecha clicked the button on her badge and pulled up a holographic picture. “It almost looks like a Dusk Stone shard.”

Don quickly rotated his head around and jumped as he saw a dewpider stalking up on him. “Hoot! Get the heck away from me!” He squawked as he clumsily tossed some razor leaves on his assailant.

The dewpider scuttled closer to Don, hissing threatening as Don kept fluttering back.

Don quickly rotated his head around and jumped as he saw a dewpider stalking up on him. “Hoot! Get the heck away from me!” He squawked as he clumsily tossed some razor leaves on his assailant.

The dewpider scuttled closer to Don, hissing threatening as Don kept fluttering back.

“Oh come on.” Pecha groaned before leaping towards the dewpider. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it!”

The scorbunny grunted as she swung a flame-charged kick into the dewpider’s lower body, sending it flying back into the darkness of the labyrinth.

“Ahem.” Don cleared his throat, patting down some of his feathers. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Pecha replied smugly, readjusting the strap of her pack. “Now come on. Let’s get moving.”

The Crumble Dome was home primarily to bug-types and rock-types, so the team quickly fell into a routine of letting Pecha deal with the bug-types and Don with the rock-types.

It was only after passing through a couple more rooms that the duo found the object in question.

“Welp, here it is.” Don said, dangling the necklace from his wing.

“That’s our last mission here. Let’s report back to the guild.” Pecha replied with a neutral expression.

With that she pulled out her badge and the team was once more enveloped in a bright light and transported out of the labyrinth.

---

“Thank you for delivering me my apple!”

The skwovet handed Pecha a pouch of coins and tiny reviver seeds, a wide smile on their face.

“You’re welcome.” Pecha and Don replied simultaneously, both of their tones admittedly flat and insincere.

“Oh, excuse me!” A hattrem walked up to the front of the bulletin board when the skwovet left.

“Yes, that’s me.” She politely nodded. “Thank you for retrieving my necklace.” As she said that, she lifted the necklace slightly from around her neck, giving Pecha and Don a warm smile. “Here’s your reward.”

Pecha noticed Don’s posture straightening as he saw the reward pouch; it looked much bigger than just 150 currency.

“Yes, that’s me.” She politely nodded. “Thank you for retrieving my necklace.” As she said that, she lifted the necklace slightly from around her neck, giving Pecha and Don a warm smile. “Here’s your reward.”

Pecha noticed Don’s posture straightening as he saw the reward pouch; it looked much bigger than just 150 currency.

The other reward for the mission was listed as ‘?’. Pecha recalled, watching Don hastily grab the pouch. I wonder what the other reward could possibly have been.

“It’s a-” Don cocked his head, staring at the crystal ball he was holding. “Some...sort of orb…?”

“That’s a Lucky Orb.” The hattrem replied sweetly. “Having one staves off bad luck. You know, like random tripping, bad weather, Monster Houses and the sort.”

“Oh so it’s fake.” Don said in a whisper that was definitely loud enough for the hattrem to hear, which she did because she obviously flinched at the sound of this.

Pecha slapped the rowlett on the back. “Don!”

“I-I mean it's totally-” Don stammered, his head spinning around anxiously, but the damage has already been done.

The hattrem stepped, her gaze settled on the ground below her. “My family has been making crystal orbs for years. My aunt has always kept an orb like that nearby. I couldn’t think of any other way to repay you-”

Pecha quickly looked over her shoulder and saw Porygon-Z floating towards the team with angry eyes.

Crap. Pecha clasped a paw over Don’s beak and pushed him back, walking towards Hattrem.

“I’m so sorry about my partner. Your reward is always appreciated. I appreciate your gift.”

A small smile returned to Hattrem’s face. “Thank you.” She said softly. “I should just go.” She choked slightly as she spun around and began to make her way to the guild exit.

-


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“Zane told me that you are still having trouble dealing with clients.” The Guildmaster, Aurorus, said pacing in her office across from where Pecha and Don were standing. “What happened this time?”

Pecha gave Don an accusatory gaze, prompting him to step forward.

“It was me. Again.” Don stuttered, his feathers fluffing up like they always did when he was nervous. “I got smart with a client again about the reward.”

Aurorus took a sharp breath. “Before you go further, I want to remind you that the last time something like this something, you told me that it wouldn’t happen again, and yet-”

Don averted his gaze down to the floor.

“Pecha, Don.” The Guildmaster began, settling an icy glare on the pair. “You two are some of the finest apprentices I’ve ever seen and you have gone up the ranks in record time, however, as time has passed, I keep getting the sense that you two have fallen into a routine of sorts. A routine that has encouraged some bad habits.”

Hasty. Impatient. Selfish. Those were some recent examples of words used to describe Pecha’s team’s conduct, and she couldn’t deny it.

“My problem is…” Aurorus sighed. “I’m not sure how else to help. Whether it’s simple missions or difficult missions, the same problem keeps occurring that doesn't have much to do with your actual performance in dungeons; it always involves your treatment of people.”

Pecha gasped, feeling a shudder pass through her. “Are...are you saying we’re a lost cause?”

Pecha felt as if her soul was being judged during the following moment of silence.

“...No.” The Guildmaster replied finally. “Of course not. It just means that...I’ve had to come up with a new solution, if you two are willing to give it a shot.”

Pecha and Don looked at eachother hesitantly; Don was visibly shaking, but they both gave each other a consenting nod.

“Sure.” Pecha answered, looking back at Aurorus. “What do you have in mind?”

“To be quite honest, there’s not much left to teach you two when it comes to dungeon exploration. What I’ve decided instead is this: instead of your main duties being focused on field work, you two will instead carry out guild duties in town. Helping the city’s local businesses and services.” She explained slowly.

That sounds like rookie work. An angry, small voice said in the back of her head, but she knew better and ignored it. She also knew enough to put her paw out and stop Don from saying what they were both thinking aloud.

“We’ll do it, Guildmaster.” Pecha replied, cutting Don off purposefully.

“Just- How long will we have to do this?” Don managed to ask, ducking under Pecha’s paw.

“You mean other than however long I say so?” Aurorus retorted sternly. “But in all seriousness, because I do have high hopes for you, I don’t think this phase should take more than a month.”

A month? That’s not too bad. Pecha remarked. She expected far worse.

Don didn’t share this sentiment if his loud squawking was a sign of anything. “A mon-”

Both Pecha and the Guildmaster glared at him.

Don’s wings pulled back against his round body and sighed in defeat. “Sorry. I promise I’ll try to stay on my best behavior and control my outbursts, Guildmaster.”

“I’m going to hold you to that Don.” Aurorus replied flatly. “That said, do you have any questions to start out? Again, I don’t wish to throw you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Pecha raised a paw. “I have a question. Does this mean we’re going to stop doing field missions?”

“Yes and no.” Aurorus replied, but her tone had become much softer now and her eyes displayed the hint of a smile. “You will still be able to do field missions but you won’t be allowed to take them from the bulletin board. For now, I will be handing out missions directly. Actually, you could consider this a bit of a promotion, as these missions are in direct service to the guild and will help you considerably in building a reputation among established explorers.”

Pecha smiled at the sound of this and she heard Don excitedly flapping wings as he was prone to do when he was happy about something.

“This is because I know you know you can handle exploration missions and I’ve been planning on assigning you these missions for a while anyways. That said, the main purpose of this is to improve your social skills and I just so happened to find this situation to be the most promising.” The Guildmaster explained further. “Remember, this is a privilege, and while I don’t expect you two to mess up so terribly as to lose it, it's something you should be aware of regardless.”

“I see.” Pecha murmured in reply, once again feeling a pressure begin to exert itself on her.

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