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Wes jumped at the shout and turned to its source, tense and at the ready—were they being attacked? Here, now? Then he saw Mitch, and relaxed ever so slightly when he realized there was no danger—only to tense up again as the man stomped toward him through the mist, face twisted with fury. Wes...

"I just don't think I could forgive someone like him, you know? Now that I know what kind of person he is." The hairs on the back of Wes’s neck stood up. He snapped his head around to Gladion—but Gladion was simply walking and smiling at Hazel, who had bounded over to chat with someone else...

Wes had mostly been joking, but now that Gladion said it was a real possibility, he had to think for a moment. Something he could wish for, that he could take home with him… But to his surprise, he found he couldn’t come up with anything. Neo and Novo were happy and content as long as they were...

Wes stifled a laugh at Hazel’s response. She looked so earnest, he didn’t want to make her feel bad by laughing—but gods, her child-like answers were doing his nerves some good. He offered her a small smile. “Well, I like this new style. It suits you.” Wes shook his head at Gladion’s story...

Well, the place was certainly fitting for a ruthless ghost that called himself a king. Wes refused to let his apprehension show, regardless of the way it trickled down his spine like icy water and nearly made him shiver. Now wasn’t the time for hesitation. He felt Neo press against his leg...

Wes wasn’t sure how long he’d stayed like this, bundled up with Neo and Novo and ignoring the rest of the world. He didn’t care to know, either. He heard others talking, heard a new, unfamiliar yet gentle voice among them, but he could not possibly care less about what was being discussed—until...

Neo woke first. He awkwardly stumbled to his paws with a jolt, all of his senses suddenly hitting him at once. But the strongest of all, the one that woke him, was a suffocating, agonizing feeling of anguish, of despair— A groggy trill made him turn his head to see Novo getting up, as well. He...

Hi hello may I have the Chariot?? 👀 Unless someone else was really gunning for that one—I’m flexible!

The wind howled, billowing gusts of sand in every direction. Neo flattened his ears and pressed against Wes’ side, staring blankly at his brother’s lifeless form. Not real. Not real. Not real. It was the only reasonable explanation. Yes, that was it. This was…a game. It was pretend. Ha! Of...

[[Welp…unless Bench is pulling an insanely bold stunt, I think that settles it. Doesn’t sound like people are gonna change their vote, and I for one am not convinced by Tetra’s defense, so… Vote: end day early]]

Novo flicked his ears and pawed at the grass, trying to hide his shame. “He was a ghost. I should have been able to do something. But I could not even get close.” He perked up ever so slightly at Olivia’s suggestion. “That could help. But how do we drain his power?” He didn’t get an answer...

Neo cocked his head to the side. ‘Dad’? What did that mean? And why was this bird so muscle-y? Didn’t that make it hard to fly? Especially since he was big? He didn’t voice any of these questions, though, and instead settled with, “I think you are weird. But not in a bad way. You do not make...

[[Bench *could* be lying, but this doesn’t seem like his style. Also that’s a HECKIN bold lie for a scum because the real cop could counterclaim so easily. Unless Chibi/Jackie were the cop, but scum would have no way of knowing if they were.]]

[[EXCUSE ME WHAT Vote: Fry]]

So the berries were from…here. Wherever “here” was. Judging by the keys all around, maybe some sort of dimensional hidey-hole of Clink’s? He winced as his head throbbed yet again, and glanced at the berries. Couldn’t hurt, at least. There was no telling how effective they would be on humans...

[[fwiw, it’s pretty common for Bench to vote no elimination on the first day in these games, but I’d still like to hear what he has to say, too]]

Wes blinked at the bright sun overhead. Huh, new scenery. Not unlike his last experience doing this stupid charade. He didn’t waste any time speculating on the weird set-up, though. Instead, he immediately scanned the gathering crowd (well, “crowd” was maybe a bit too generous) and noticed both...

In the blink of an eye, Wes was surrounded by several people. It was overwhelming, and certainly didn’t help his pounding headache, but he was relieved all the same. As long as it meant someone could help Novo— Seb offered him a handful of berries while his…his Pokémon (or whatever the hell it...

Wes barely managed to bite back a snarky retort. Does it look like I’m okay? Instead, he sighed and rubbed at his temples, though that didn’t seem to help at all. “Hi. I guess. I’ve been better, that’s for damn sure.” And then the guy introduced his Pokémon. Wes spared them a quick glance, then...

Wes opened his eyes at the sound of someone calling his name. Who…? He turned his head and saw…who the hell was that? He frowned and wracked his memory, and his head throbbed in protest. That kid was…was…right. They’d met once…at the Maw…gods, that place was probably in shambles by now—...