Back Again, New Choices

It took only a single shot.

A single shot and I'm no longer in the conflict zone. I'm now in a place I never truly would think to happen to someone like me. I stood on a mote of light hovering in the void looking down at gods of another world. These gods are from the rather ancient franchise called pokemon. As I looked at them all with some confused intrigue the primary god of everything giggled softly.

Speaking to me like a mother as they gazed upon me. My body was intact along with my clothing but I was anything but whole before that shot.

"Hello Dakota Carter, you took a beating but now you are here. In between dimensions to see what will happen to you who has drifted here."

Scratching my beard stubble I tilted my head at Arceus's words. I honestly didn't care what happened to me, I pretty much was atomized into oblivion so I'm just here. Reacting to my thoughts, apparently a few of the other gods chuckled or smiled softly. Except Mew, Mew blinked at me and chanted be happy. Shaking my head at the personification of innocence and joy I looked at the mote I stood on. Wondering what the fuck it is as I lightly stomp a boot onto it. The mote ripples and I feel blood in my throat. The mote cleared up some to let me see my basically last bodily appearance.

"That is your body at the second before your incident. The you standing on the mote of time and space is your soul in a more whole form. Now let's move onto what we shall do with you."

"If it's an option then I'll be an enforcer here as well. You don't have someone to just enforce shit. It's why so many idiots nearly destroy or have destroyed everything. Which is something I imagine you wanted to ask me no? Since I'm a soldier my choices are not my own entirely and I'm here in front of you all. You may want me to be something normal but knowing me I'd be in the deep end of shit, regardless of my desire."

My words and bluntly pointing out things I slightly remember happening in this universe. It caused the gods to chuckle or scoff while looking away. Arceus though I get the feeling they smiled wryly with some depression. But they didn't say anything so I sat down on the mote containing my previous body. That was when Mew flew over to me giggling as they stared at me. Their childish voice ringing out crystal clear with blue eyes looking at me closely.

"What will you be? Can you tell me?! I want to know!"

"If it's really up to me then there will be several things to go over. Think you can sit through something so boring Mew?"

The little pink ball of fur blinked at me before saluting me with a giggle. The other's watch them amusedly while I try something much to everyone's amusement. I make a box with my hands around a part of the mote seeing it stick to my hands before pulling them away. I then expand the box of glowing reality into a screen into the air before me. So far so good time to go further with this. Mew clapped with intrigue as I pressed my hand against it then basically imprinted two versions of myself onto it. Both Humans for now.

"Well glad that trickery worked but moving on to what I'm thinking about to give a gist of things. The me on the left side of the screen is subject to change as things go but still maintain Human shape. So first up what fucking typing would I be? Well Death, Ghost, Electric, Fire, Life, Fighting, Dark, Psychic, Nuclear, Digital, Steel, and Space are what I'd pick. As there are many things I can and would be able to do with them separately or together. Want the reasoning for each one?"

The various gods nod so I shrugged and began my explanation.

"Death because you actually want me to be able to permanently kill something's, like by soul shattering. Ghost because I'm technically well acquainted with having to become a ghost to hunt and dying. Electric because I know various applications for it such as electroshock torture or funnily enough healing nerve damage. Fire because that will work in tandem with killing through Death of creating and granting Life.

Fighting is self explanatory, I've been trained to beat shit up so it'd be weird to not have it not boost my physical attacks. Dark as I'm frankly way to at home with it and it's fun to troll enemies in the dark. Psychic so I can always know the truth, and if need be correct a troublesome person into an ally. Nuclear just so I can recreate the Nucleon.... what are Nucleon's? Nevermind.

Digital as I don't want to have a Porygon to hack shit, I'd rather do it myself and create my own digital means. Steel for sharpening and creating blades or guns to use, gotta love gun and blade smithing. Space to open up an easier avenue of travel using Death, Psychic, Ghost, and Dark methods. As those four are ever present in every era. Plus creating a typing is a fun new territory. Also I once read about Silvally, I liked them and decided to continue the chimera theme."

The thirteen typings surround the left version of myself as different symbols. A skull, a cloak, a lightning bolt, a flame, a tree, a fist, a shadow, a brain, a nuclear symbol, a computer, a ingot, a dragon, and a door as the respective symbols for each typing. Which had the gods amused somewhat at the chosen representations for the typings. As they surrounded me I moved on at Mew's urging with a sigh.

"Second up would be my appearance I guess to get that out of the way. So I'm going to have two human-looking forms, a Human dressed in a military uniform like I am now. The second being I guess my "Legend" form as I'd forgo looking human then. Depending on what typing or typing mix I use this will honestly vary but there will always be one constant theme. A black trench coat with bones on it like armor, bone armored combat boots, fingerless gloves, black purple camo pants, a purple dress shirt, and a black fedora low enough to shadow my eyes. Like Madame Arceus, though my typings would be shattered glass like fragments, circling around my back as a constellation representing a skull. Just honestly to look pretty, no real rhyme or reason for such a thing."

This got some curious reactions but the one to pick up on a hidden meaning chuckled. Looking towards Necrozma I shrugged, as the giant black legend chuckled out one trick of the fragments.

"You plan to use the shattered gates as a limiter, yes? The brighter they are the more destructive that typing would be as the fragments would "merge" into a whole typing. Depending on what you want to do right Human?"

"Close but there's a lot more to my madness then being kind and murderous. Moving onto stage three of the whole idea. Would I be region locked? Fuck no. Stage four, would I have a blessing like you all? Yes but there would be very strict requirements one being "How willing are you to embrace your death to save a life?" There will be a trick there because I WILL NOT TOLERATE "Yeah I'm fine dying like a hero to save a life." I would want someone willing to save one but be fucking scared shitless to die, regardless of their alignment."

Mewtwo hearing this cackled along with the darker aligned gods. See crazy gets the trick! Arceus also seems to get the idea as she chuckled with a knowing look of amusement and slight disapproval.

"Now this is where I will diverge from you a lot in that you don't use human weaponry. I will embrace this as weapons can be a powerful focus for any level of attack. So I'll be using a lot of random weaponry like what killed me previously. Now this is a question targeted at Silvally, you are the chimera legend but think you can share being a chimera?"

"Fucking shit it's not a special position so I don't care! Just you'll be teaching me the typings I wouldn't have."

The chimera just chuckled as he actually raps a bit to be playful. Chuckling at the antics I look at the gods before standing up, Mew resting on one of my shoulders. Looking at the little pink rat I think of an important question.

"If Mew essentially guards the Tree of Life, Giritina guards the Mirror World, Palkia guards Space, Dialga guards Time, and so on, what would I technically be the guard of?"

"You shall guard Casualty, all that happens and how will be under the Enforcer. For you shall know all that leads to the blood you shall spill, the blood spilt by those you kill. You'll know it all… but it will agitate your PTSD and Psychosis."

Chuckling softly and with a snap of energy by Arceus and everything changed. Closing my eyes I eventually opened them once more as time had passed. With me doing a lot of my job while walking through time and space freely.

A lot has happened since I've come to this world as the lord of Casualty, it's disorienting given time walking is Celebi's thing. For one like the others I've been given a "monkiner of divinity" if Victini is called Lady or Lord Victory depending on the reincarnation. Then because I'm Casualty I took on the monkiner of Lord Heathen, because you can't do my job without being one practically. I actually am one of the only four legends that can't reincarnate, I die I respawn as normal in the hall of legends. Darkrai, there's multiple Darkria, they're all souls damned into being world keeping servant's by Giritina.

Because I also can't logically be everywhere, I COULD BE because of a lot of things, so I created a cult. A cult spanning back from now in like 1978 back to 36,000,000 years in like the ninety AD's give or take. Fuck math, I'm a killer even though I'm rather tired of it all. Letting a sigh escape my lips as I sat on the roof of a Silph Co. building. I was watching the random city below me quietly.

Shaking my head I pushed off the ledge and descended rapidly to the ground, cyan blue green flames of death surrounding me. In a flaming flash I disappeared from the six hundred foot drop and appeared crouched on a sidewalk. A nearby officer Jenny jumped at my sudden appearance but I stood up calmly. Jenny shook her head as she looked at me before speaking.

"Evening Heathen, how's your day going?"

"Quite boringly, not much to follow up on so I'm thinking on doing ANOTHER journey. Already got Pallet town in sight to jump to. You?"

"Just the usual scammer's and Pokemon thieves. How's Hunter J?"

"Having a blast since she actually likes playing secret agent and having her own crew. Never would've thought I'd have a famous family of poachers as my inside people. But Silence is a bunch of heathens."

"That you lot are, that you are… it was good seeing you Heathen."

"Stay frosty Jenny."

Waving lazily I vanished through the shadows towards Pallet Town. Launching from the shadows of the void out of a tree's shade nearby Samuel's lab. I rolled on the ground before springing onto my feet and standing up. Looking around I walked into his lab and home without knocking as I phased through the front door. His Alkazam Merri appeared shortly after ready to fight. But her stance dropped seeing it's sadly just me, the old champion pokemon sighing softly. She doesn't bother speaking, just waves a spoon towards where I need to go.

Waving at her lazily I headed towards my human destination. Which when I can just walk through stuff didn't take long to reach. Plus Samuel stood there with an aged smirk on his lips. An eyebrow quirked he eventually chuckled seeing my boredom.

"Here for your thousandth something journey?"

"Yeah, old team is dead… Henry went down swinging as the last standing against a Shadow Pokemon horde."

"Ah… I'm going to miss that greedy Greninja he was most certainly a character. Did you…"

"Contained…. Nothing not even ashes of my team remained."

"I'm sorry…. Haa, well then old friend any clue on what starter you'd like this time around?"

"Last time I started with a Rockruff, so I'll go with any five abandoned Dreepy. That you and the other's would be willing to give me since I can have an unlimited amount on me to use. Since its a high fatality rate with me….."

"Along with no one wishing to tell the god of Casualty no."

"You could… but I'd manipulate you into not trying. Unless I like you."

Samuel just shrugs at this while smirking at me with a "I know, I watched it before." Look on his aged face while walking over to a computer and typing into a GC of all the professors. Looking over his shoulder I chuckled at the replies.

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Regional Professor Group Chat!

SO: Would anyone be willing to send any abandoned or unruly Pokemon to my lab? Our local wandering Heathen of Casualty is currently here to pick up a new roster. I myself have a rather troubled King Growlithe that had been apart of a distasteful operation…. Making me or anyone unable to help the poor pup as it fears Human's especially males…..

Birchy: I hope our wandering Legend can help there then! I currently have an egg that is long pass due to hatch… it's still alive but the Treecko it carries is barely alive at this point…. I'll ask the eggs parents if they'd be willing! Give a minute… no thirty seconds!

GrandElm: I have the same situation but involving a Cyndaquil. Along with a rather…. Violent…. Bisharp that was abandoned.

Rowy: I have a VERY suicidal Rowlet that was seized from an abusive Trainer, in the older Hisui region of Sinnoh. Said Trainer resisted arrest attempting to kill the local cops, they were subdued lethally.

AJ: A Veteran of the UMC recently dropped off a Superior with PTSD…. She is unresponsive most of the time…. I hope Heathen will help her stop reliving the past.

AS: I have both a Greninja and Sylveon that have just been released from extensive surgery…. They had been horribly raped and traumatized by watching their eggs be destroyed in front of them…. Heathen I know you're mainly a war specialist but please help them!

MaskedK: I have a clan of six, STILL LIVING, of recently poached Hakamo-o entrusted to me by the Totem Pokemon. I'll gladly send some ready and willing dragons for Heathen, he has helped Alola plenty.

WB: I'm with my husband on that last bit, he down right SCARES poachers to death. But I recently caught a Guzlord but it's been trying to eat everything… can't even send it back through a wormhole….

MaskedK: Big guy tried eating our Litten. Several times.

Magnolia: I'm glad you asked Sammy, I can guess it's my turn this time. So I have some rowdy and slow reacting Dreepy to send him, along with a Zororark that had been thrown from a plane into Galar…. The border guard was going to execute them, I stepped in to heal them up and look for a trustworthy Trainer. Seems I am going to have to add on a Thievul and her four Nickit that were just abandoned rather violently into my lab.

SyncBellis: I got nothing.

PureKrane: Hmm… I think I have something… but Heathen would certainly rage at this… a baby Lugia, Articuno, and Shaymin had recently been purified… after being taken from a criminal group that had somehow gotten a hold of them….

FelinaIvy: I luckily have none….

Savage: I shall give all three of my starters! They're not tasty and cowardly, so Warmonger can have them!

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Honestly? The responses were very like how I imagined to see. Professor Sadana? Sada? or as I just call her, Cave Woman, her answer was very much expected. But I won't take her starters. Woman has tried eat her regional starters more often than giving them away. Even tried to eat me once till I body slammed her into my knee sixty times. Persistent woman. Sighing I looked at Samuel and back at the chat. A new message popping up in the chat with my glasses tracking my eye movement for passive task.

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Heathen: Krane, send me the children, as Casualty I must regretfully judge them for danger. Maggy thank you but I'll only need five to make into Dragapault, send the poor Zoro and the others. Send me the clan and Guzlord Kukui, I'll need to talk with them and potentially END one.

I'll take the eggs, I'm pretty used to raising kids by now, as for the Bisharp? send them. Rowlett can tag along, I'll see if I can heal it and give them a new goal. Send the Superior, Greninja, and Sylveon I'll see what I can do for them.

I am war and Casualty yes but I have lived a long time. So stepping out of my area to help is not an issue.

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Sighing after sending those words to the professors, two separated by literal time and space. I closed my eyes and thought of how this is going to go.