Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Prism Globe Saga @sylph_of_eons
The Stranger from the Land of Sand!

“Easy! Easy! And...hup!” Pecha and Don both grunted as they hoisted the heavy wooden crate into the storage building behind the Kecleon Shop.

“Thank you Team FlareFeather for your assistance.” The kecleon merchant said approvingly, walking up to the pair. “Same time tomorrow, yes?” She asked with a coy smile on her face.

“Y-yeah, that’s the plan.” Pecha replied, still panting from exhaustion. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Kecleon.”

Don grumbled under his breath and Pecha wiped a bead of sweat off of her face.

“Y-yeah, that’s the plan.” Pecha replied, still panting from exhaustion. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Kecleon.”

The kecleon merchant waved goodbye and walked around the building back towards her stall while Don and Pecha slumped against the wall of the store building.

“OK-” Pecha huffed, bringing up a holo-panel from her badge. “Next on the list is to wipe down counters and help cook at the Indeedee Hotel. Let’s get moving.” Pecha began to weakly hoist herself back up while Don reached out to stop her.

“S-slow down. We don’t have to go right away. Can we rest for a bit…?” Don asked weakly, still trying to catch his breath.

“The faster we work, the sooner we can get back to work as usual.” Pecha replied irritably, wobbling on her feet slightly due to her remaining fatigue.

Without warning, Don began frantically waving a wing in front of Pecha’s unfocused eyes. “Snap out of it, Pecha! C’mon! Can we at least take a small snack break? You look like you’re about to collapse.”

Pecha managed to grab Don’s wing, blinking her eyes back into focus. “But Don-” The rowlet quickly caught her before she tripped over her own stumbling feet. “OK, OK-” The scorbunny finally sighed in defeat, still slumped in Don’s wings. “We’ll take a break.”

‘About time.’ Don snarked internally. “C’mon.” Don heaved slightly as he helped carry Pecha over to a nearby tree stump.

Don huffed, falling onto the grass beneath him with little grace. “It’s fine, Pecha! Just relax for a bit.” With that, he stuck a wing into his pack and pulled out an apple, taking a large bite out of it.

“I just don’t like sitting still for too long.” Pecha weakly murmured, pulling a water canteen out of her own pouch.

Don huffed, falling onto the grass beneath him with little grace. “It’s fine, Pecha! Just relax for a bit.” With that, he stuck a wing into his pack and pulled out an apple, taking a large bite out of it.

“I just don’t like sitting still for too long.” Pecha weakly murmured, pulling a water canteen out of her own pouch.

“That’s something you and I don’t have in common.” The rowlet replied pointedly, still chewing apple. “Sometimes you just gotta roll back and let it be.”

Maybe that’s why Pecha hates standing still for too long? Don internally pondered. Admittedly, Don had a hard time grasping that the world almost ended five years ago and even a harder time processing what that was supposed to mean for him.

Pecha’s awkward chuckling was followed by a moment of complete silence and Don had his thoughts drift towards a certain cataclysmic event from about five years ago that had almost every pokemon on earth forced to stand perfectly still like stone.

Maybe that’s why Pecha hates standing still for too long? Don internally pondered. Admittedly, Don had a hard time grasping that the world almost ended five years ago and even a harder time processing what that was supposed to mean for him.

Am I the only one who worries about this so much?


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After their break, Pecha and Don began to make their way to the Indeedee Hotel, only to see Comfey, one of the city's resident nurses talking with other medics in front of the hotel’s main door.

Don immediately turned to Pecha, who was giving him a panicked look.

Before Don could say anything, Pecha was already sprinting her way over to Nurse Comfey.

“Nurse Comfey!” Pecha shouted, skidding to a stop in front of the fairy-type. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, you’re some of the guild volunteers!” Comfey responded, turning to look at the approaching team. “I’m sorry, but you might have to come back later. We got a report of a pokemon coming here and immediately collapsing!”

“Are they still inside?” Don said, fluttering forward.

Comfey nodded. “Yes, we’re trying to see what their condition is before we bring them to the hospital. Actually, since you two are here, would you mind helping?”

“Yeah, sure, but we’re supposed to be helping at the Hotel, instead-”

Oh right. I need to be on my best behavior. Don reminded himself, clamping his beak shut. “I mean, we would be happy to help the hospital!” He corrected himself in a sickenly sweet tone while forcing a smile.

Oh right. I need to be on my best behavior. Don reminded himself, clamping his beak shut. “I mean, we would be happy to help the hospital!” He corrected himself in a sickenly sweet tone while forcing a smile.

Comfey moved one of her tiny hands to gesture the team inside. “Then come on in.”

Pecha and Don followed Comfey inside where they were met by Eldegoss, the hotel’s co-manager.

“The stranger is in the first room down the hall.” Eldegoss said immediately, pointing his wooden cane down the hallway in question. “He doesn’t look injured, but he’s definitely under dire straits.”

“Thank you.” Comfey replied quickly, before hastily floating through the lobby towards the room in question.

Don and Pecha followed suit, entering the room behind Comfey.

Must be a flygon. Don guessed, turning to watch as Comfey began to examine the patient.

Must be a flygon. Don guessed, turning to watch as Comfey began to examine the patient.

“Do you know where he’s from?” Comfey asked, beginning to feel the pokemon’s forehead, glancing towards Indeedee.

“Well I can’t be certain but-” Indeedee began, nervously fiddling with his hands. “But I found his ID card in his bag and it says he's from the Sand Continent.”

“The Sand Continent?” Don echoed in shock.

Comfey continued to examine the pokemon’s condition, her eyes widening as she stopped her hand over his chest. “His lungs are waterlogged.”

Comfey continued to examine the pokemon’s condition, her eyes widening as she stopped her hand over his chest. “His lungs are waterlogged.”

“What?” Pecha asked, her ears perking up.

“If he took a boat here, they might’ve got caught and turned over just off shore! He might’ve been able to make it to the hotel before succumbing to fatigue.” Comfey explained quickly. “Somebody hand me a Drought Orb and a Cleanse Orb.”

A cutiefly, one of Comfey’s apprentices handed them two small orbs (medical orbs were much smaller than those used by dungeon explorers) and charged the Drought Orb over the flygon’s chest.

“Somebody help hold him down.” Comfey ordered and Indeedee, Don and Pecha immediately pinned down his arms.

Comfey stuck a wooden tool into the pokemon’s mouth, opening his jaw, revealing his pointed draconic teeth and managed to charge the Cleanse Orb in his mouth, releasing a spray of water.

With that, the flygon began shuddering as he hacked with a cough.

Don and Pecha struggled to keep the arm they were holding pinned down as the stranger began to stir.

“W-where am I?” The flygon said weakly, craning his neck forward. “Is this-” He sputtered with another cough. “Spear City?”

“Please relax!” Comfey urged, floating towards his head. “Yes, this is Spear City. Can you tell us your name?”

“Flygon, Ajax.” The stranger replied, his voice still hoarse and small.

This was the first time Don had learned a stranger’s personal name in a professional, clinical context and he didn’t quite know what to think about knowing such a personal detail about somebody he hasn’t even really met.

“Flygon, can you tell us what you remember?” Comfey began, still trying to sooth Flygon down.

“Yuna- Mimikyu-” The flygon’s eyes widened, and Pecha and Don were quickly flung off from the arm they were trying to restrain. “Where’s Mimikyu?” The flygon growled, now having shaken off Indeedee from his arm and sat up straight.

“No Mimikyu has been seen here sir-” Indeedee answered, beginning to step away cautiously from the flygon.

“What?” Flygon replied, his face going pale in what Don could only describe as despair. “Are you sure?” Flygon asked, his voice wavering with desperation.

“Did this Mimikyu come with you?” Pecha asked, trying to remain calm.

“Yes, she’s my daughter!” Flygon cried, his tail whipping past Don, starting the rowlet. “She was on the ship with me when...we…” His voice trailed off, but the heavy breathing of his chest only quickened.

“Please, try to calm down.” Comfey replied, beginning to glow with a subtle pink light, signifying she was using aromatherapy.

“Our ship- we got stuck at a storm at sea.” Flygon choked out, his voice cracking heavily as his face quickly reddened. “I have to go find her!”

“We can’t let you in your condition.” Comfey replied, trying to guide his head back to the pillow of the bed.

“If this pokemon is missing, the guild should be notified right away.” Pecha added, tapping her foot on the wooden floor. “Me and my partner can notify them on their behalf.”

“Yes, please do!” Flygon cried out. “Please, she’s all I have, I can’t afford to-”

“Shhh-” Comfey tried to pull his head back down, soothing him once more. “We understand. Scorbunny. Rowlet.” She turned to the duo. “Go to the guild.”

“Don’t worry about your shift.” Indeedee said, stepping forward. “I’ll let Aurorus know about the situation.”

“Got it.” Don replied, nodding his head.

“C’mon, Don.” Pecha said, already waiting for him in the doorway. “Let’s mosey.”


Don and Pecha followed guild protocol for the situation. They told Porygon-Z and Aurorus about the missing mimikyu. Of course, without knowledge of her whereabouts, an official job couldn't be posted for Mimikyu’s rescue; it was Porygon-Z’s job to communicate with other explorers electronically and using tracking devices in order to discern her location. However, without any real direction as to her whereabouts, what everybody was waiting for was Flygon’s full recovery so he could accurately give details that could be used to find where Mimikyu was. If she was in a dungeon (which she most likely was), then a job bulletin would be posted in the next couple of days.

At least that’s Don’s recollection about how the whole process worked.

Knowing that, the next day, Don and Pecha decided that volunteering at Comfey’s hospital would be the best course of action and see if they could be the first to get any details from Flygon.

Was this tactic a bit shady? Almost certainly, but Don and Pecha were used to this type of info gathering by now. ‘Besides, Flygon technically owes us.’ Don justified himself as he and Pecha arrived at the large medical tent located in the city’s plaza.

Was this tactic a bit shady? Almost certainly, but Don and Pecha were used to this type of info gathering by now. Besides, Flygon technically owes us. Don justified himself as he and Pecha arrived at the large medical tent located in the city’s plaza.

“Hello, Team FeatherFlare!” The cutiefly stationed at the tent’s entrance chirped.

“Actually, it’s Team FlareFeather-” Pecha responded a bit coldly, meaning it was Don’s turn to give her a warning glare. “Oh, right.” She whispered back at Don through gritted teeth before turning her head back to Cutiefly. “Uh, we’re here to help volunteer.” Pecha explained, taking a small step forward.

Cutiefly gave the duo a pleasant smile. “Wonderful! I’ll log you two in right away! Go to the back of the tent to help stock the supply racks.”

Pecha and Don followed her instructions and began to make their way inside the tent where a couple of pokemon, patients and nurses alike, were strewn about engaging in quiet discussion. Pecha and Don’s gazes both focused on Flygon however, who was sitting up in his cot talking to Nurse Comfey.

From where Don was standing, it looked like Flygon was in much better health, though the dark spots under his goggle-eyes indicated that he didn’t get much help.

“Should we talk to him now?” Don whispered to Pecha as they kept walking.

“No.” Pecha answered. “Let's do our job first and see if we can chat with him on the way out.”

Don grumbled in response. “Ugh, fine.”

Just as Don turned his head away from Flygon he saw Flygon turn his own gaze towards the duo. Don turned his head back around to check only to be greeted by a tug on his wing.

“C’mon, Don.”

The rowlett stumbled as his partner dragged him past the wooden partition that separated the storage area of the medical tent from the main hospital.

The cabinets were labeled off into things like “Bandages”, “Potions” and other medicinal supplies. Lying on the floor scattered about were some cardboard boxes.

Pecha opened one of the boxes and began handing bottles to Don. “Okay, so these are all Reviver Seeds. Make sure you separate them by size.”

Don fluttered up on the countertop so he could actually reach the cabinets, before reaching out to grab the bottles out of Pecha’s paw. “I got it, I got it!” He muttered and they began restocking.

While Don and Pecha were both known for being easily distracted at times, as long as they kept an eye on eachother and managed to get into a groove, they were very efficient when it came to repetitive tasks like restocking cabinets. Sure, Don would much rather be out in the field right now but he currently had to take his current predicament in stride.

Don and Pecha had already made their way through the pack of reviver seeds and began sorting through the oran berry and sitrus juice potions when they were both startled by a large thump coming from behind them.

“Crap!” Pecha yelled as the bottle she was holding slipped out of her paw and began making a free fall towards the floor.

Don dove off of the countertop with little grace, yelling incoherently himself as he miraculously caught the bottle with one of wings; well, he would have if he didn't land on his other wing so awkwardly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

Don was too busy wincing to even look toward the sound of the newcomer’s voice. “Owowowow ow ow ow…”

“Oh no. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m-” Don made an undignified shrieking sound as he felt three claws grab his head.

“Oh for goodness sake.” Don heard Pecha grumble. “Don, please pull yourself together-”

Don managed to open his eyes to glare at Pecha. “Oh shut up, Pecha! I’m dying here-” Just then, Don turned his head and saw Flygon staring at him.

Don once again fluttered backwards, and felt his breath leaping out of his tiny lungs. “WHAT THE HECK!?”

Pecha groaned, dragging a paw down her face. “Oh come on. Flygon, please excuse my partner. He does this often.”

“Oh, um-” Flygon retracted his hand quickly. “No, it’s my fault. It wasn’t my intention to startle you.” He said sheepishly, lowering his head as if to make himself look smaller. “Listen, I just want to talk with you.”

“With us?” Pecha replied curtly, tilting her head curiously. “Why?”

At this point, Don managed to pull himself back on his feet and was staring back at Flygon in befuddlement as well.

“I’ve been told that you two are apprentices at the Aurorus Guild.” Flygon stated, beginning to straighten his neck again. “Is this true?”

“Yeah, we are.” Pecha answered back. “What about it?”

Flygon began to frown. “I think I know where Yuna, er, Mimikyu is. After discussing things with the local dispatch officers, I think she’s currently at Waste Swamps.”

“Blech!” Don spat out his tongue in disgust. “The Waste Swamps are horrible!”

Pecha jabbed him with her elbow. “And very dangerous for a fairy-type like Mimikyu.”

“That’s why I want to speak with you.” Flygon replied, his voice grave. “The nurses say I need to stay here for a couple of more days so I need the help of a rescue team.” He took in a deep breath and sighed. “-For reasons I can’t go into, I don’t want to use a public bulletin board to arrange for her rescue. However, since you two were there to help me yesterday, I was wondering if you two could take the job for me.”

Don immediately turned to Pecha. Pecha’s gaze was turned to the ground and she appeared to be in deep thought.

“You two will be rewarded handsomely!” Flygon tacked on desperately. “Mimikyu is everything to me! Whatever price you need, I’ll pay it.”

While one part of Don was unquestionably ecstatic at the idea of this reward, he also noticed how desperate Flygon sounded. This guy probably won’t get any sleep until she’s rescued. Don thought. We have to help him.

“No.”

Don snapped his head around to Pecha, eyes wide and mouth agape. “NO?” He echoed.

“I’m so sorry Flygon but-” Pecha took a deep breath. “Me and my partner are currently banned from taking dungeon requests. We would love to take the job but I- out Guildmaster- she- She won’t allow it right now. Y-you’re going to have to go elsewhere for help.”

Flygon’s face crumbled. “I-I’m sorry.” He managed to choke out. “I see.” He weakly cleared his throat. “In that case, I suppose I’ll have to go to the guild.”

“Hey, listen! We’re sorry about this-” Don cut in, hopping forward. “Listen, maybe me and Pecha can talk to Aurorus and-”

“Don!” Pecha lightly jabbed the rowlet again. “Don’t get his hopes up.”

“Please let me know if you change your mind.” Flygon pleaded. “I understand if you can’t but I need somebody I can trust to help.” He sighed again, slumping over. “I- I’m going to put up a mission on the Guild’s bulletin board until then but if you two could take the job first, I’d deeply appreciate it.”

“O-OK”. Pecha replied, stuttering. “Again we’d love to help but- I’m sorry.” She huffed. “Our hands are a bit tied right now.”

“I see.” Flygon muttered. “Just- please help if you can.” Flygon turned away, and began to walk back to the main portion of the tent.

As soon as he was out of sight, Don quickly hopped in front of Pecha. “Pecha! We gotta take his case!”

“But what about the Guildmaster-” She shot back.

“Who cares!? We tell her to let us take the job!” Don shouted. “I mean, he did specifically request us-”

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