The fused BeastGirl looked closely at herself, her anger about the unasked merging replaced by curiosity. She was still surrounded by a lingering, orange light.
Belle and Philīs Jigpie got nearer. "Woah. You look lovely." Jigpie squeaked approvingly.
The fusion smiled adorable at them. "Thank you, little ones."
This friendly response caught Belle by surprise. "You are even nice! The evilness is purged!" And Jigpie squeaked approvingly.
You checked your Pager, which beeped in a demanding rhythm. There was a message about a choice to make. Three Types appeared in big, colored blocks on the screen. Phil looked at it and explained, you could now select the Type of your new Beastie.
"Okay, so ... Volcano is for sure." You pressed the red block. As a response, your fused BeastGirl grimaced for a moment until releasing a small flame out of her nose. "And now I can choose Racerīs Types, Regular or Sky. Not very difficult." You selected the cloudy white, blue tinted block. At your BeastGirls tail with the burning tip appeared a line of feathers, and her arms turned to wings, flaming red and yellow. She spread them out, and a warm gust of wind trailed off.
The BeastChildren clapped at that.
You grinned at Phil. "Nice! I can optimize her so much!" You stepped up to your "new" Beastie, and she turned at you.
"A cool new trick you have there", she greeted you. "But next time you could ask beforehand."
"Sorry, too excited." You smiled. "How about a naming ceremony? Maybe ... Racerannie?"
She frowned at you. "You really wanna call out that in the middle of a street? Or in front of a crowd, in our next Arena Brawl?"
"Hmmm, right ... Something shorter?"
"Something which sounds more like an actual name, thank you pretty much." She folded her arms-turned-wings around her like a cloak.
You looked at the pretty, flaming feathers. "Sunwing!"
"No."
"Why not? We could call this the Sunwing-Formation or something like that!"
"I want an actual name!" Annieīs stoic mind was clearly showing, together with Racerīs enthusiasm for nicknames. "How about ... Racie", she said, then repeated it. "Racie. Yes!"
"How is that better than Racerannie?"
"It is way better." Her green and blue eyes were now burning with excitement. "I will only react on commands if you use that name!"
You put out the Pauper Crest. "Oh, look what I found in my pocket. It says, Iīm the trainer, not you."
She just scoffed at that. "Please, Iīm too nice for that to work."
You snorted. "Awww ... fine, Racie it will be."
And just like that, she opened her wings and pulled you into a literally hot hug, your face meshing into her chest. "Jay, thank you!"
After the naming ceremony you checked Racies stats. The fused BeastGirl was flying just now, testing her new wings over the open ocean. Your Beeborer Josh was with her, surprisingly he had left his sentry at the chimney. Now the Bee and the Firebird were flying risky maneuvers, diving steep down to the foamy waves and spiraling back upwards.
"Sooo ... she seems not much stronger than before", you said, a little disappointed. "Her level isnīt higher than Racerīs, for that matter." Racer had been the higher one of both, albeit by a few levels only. Her head start, resulting from the little accident in Pauper City, had shrunk considerably.
"Merging doesnīt mean just adding strength to strength", Phil replied with patience. "The merged BeastMon will never have a higher level than the one with the highest in the mix. And if one Beastie is way lower, the level will even decrease."
You frowned. "So, if there is no Type advantage, I will only have one strong Beastie instead of two."
"It would be overpowered otherwise, no?"
You grimaced. "True."
"By the way, this is now your Beeborerīs new home." Phil gave you the BeastCube he had tinkered with. "Goes on the house."
"Oh, thanks! Youīre such a nice guy!"
"Youīre welcome." Phil grinned. "My colleagues would not say such nice things about me. I life outside of Cobalt City for a reason."
"Because of your Micro Wave."
"That, too. - More tea?"
You took a sip, watching Belle and Jigpie once again at their sand castle. By now it was roughly two meters high. Without any teenagers bothering them, they were indeed diligent. From far away you heard Belle talking about "deutsche Wertarbeit." Well, the Berliner Flughafen was not part of this world, thankfully ... Wait, a thought passed your mind. No teenagers bothering ... teenagers. Where were they?
Just then, you heard a rustling at the roof.