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Neo looked up from where he’d been investigating and cheerfully replied, “Nope! We’re the only ones! Pokémon don’t live in Orre unless they have a trainer or they were stolen!” Novo snorted. “Don’t say it like that.” Wes felt a prickle of unease at the discovery. Could the boy and his Pokémon...

Mitch, huh? Not an unusual name. Wes half wondered if the guy was actually being truthful about his name or not. Whatever, he didn’t really care. He wasn’t here to make friends, anyway. He acknowledged him with a nod. “Nice to meet you. Uh, officially, I mean. I never did get to thank you for...

Well. He hadn’t been expecting that sort of response. Part of him wondered if he really wanted to get someone else involved…but, well, some backup would be nice. Just in case. Still, though, he had to smirk a little at the offer to help. “Nah, I think…I’ve got us covered.” He inserted the pick...

Novo’s bark startled Wes and he swore quietly under his breath as his hand slipped on the knob. He glanced up and saw—oh. That scraggly guy who had been his savior on the boat. He’d never had the chance to thank him properly…though, judging by the guy’s very measured expression and the tense...

The first floor was quiet, all things considered. Hard to believe that nobody had attempted to break in to this kid’s room yet for some answers—but then again, maybe picking a lock wasn’t part of an average trainer’s skillset. “Novo, see if you can pick up a trail of a Scizor or Hypno,” Wes...

Wes stayed near the back of the crowd, listening to the officer’s questions with a scowl. Mew have mercy, even Orre’s police department could have done a better job, and that was sure as hell saying something. Sherles at least wouldn’t have dismissed things so quickly. Though, he supposed...

OKAY OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT So. This right here got me thinking. What Pokémon is psychic type, is yellow/gold, can fly, and turn itself invisible? Shiny Latias. Now it might be a reach, but let’s not overlook how common shiny pokemon are on this island. Above all, I want to direct everyone’s...

Novo growled at the not-so-veiled insult, but Wes decided he would let it slide, despite his throbbing temple begging him to do otherwise. Was he ever this obnoxious when he was that age? Gods have mercy— He gave a small start and frowned at the unexpected interruption. Who the hell was this...

Well, it was better than nothing. Might as well give it a shot. “Do you know anything about what happened here, on this beach, with that missing trainer and her Pokémon? And don’t give me a half-assed answer. I want a yes or no.”

Hmm. A ping from Neo told him that this boy wasn’t lying. Still, he only said he hadn’t seen anything. Not that he didn’t know anything. Perhaps…it was time to try a different angle. He folded his arms again. “All right, how about this. Answer a few more questions for me, and you and I will...

Oh, no you don’t. Wes quietly uttered a single word. “Novo.” His name was the only command the Umbreon needed. He jumped in front of the boy and his Alakazam and sat calmly, rings pulsing lightly, and allowed flickers of dark energy to show around his pelt. If an Espeon wasn’t intimidating...

Well, damn, this kid had some attitude. Wes supposed he couldn’t blame him, given the abrupt way he approached him. Well, and Olivia suddenly appearing to cut him off wouldn’t have helped, either. Still, he appreciated Kimiko and Olivia planning ahead and blocking his escape route. Could never...

Of course the day had to start like this. Of course. Just when he had started to think that maybe, maybe, this place was all right and they could actually have a nice time. After the awkward breakfast yesterday, Wes, Neo and Novo had all enjoyed exploring the quiet forest and the scenery. This...

Wes took another bite and waited a moment to answer. “Thinking we’d probably head to the forest sometime today. Just to see what’s out there and get some time…and space…to think.” Speaking of which, they’d want to head out before too long. He hated the idea of trekking out to a tropical forest...

Novo blinked. Oh, she was offering some to him! He fidgeted nervously, then graciously bowed his head with a purr and took a piece of bacon, chewing carefully. For some reason, it just didn’t seem right to snarf the whole thing with her watching. He’d never eaten this delicately in his entire...

Wes had been utterly lost in thought when another voice pulled him back to reality. He looked up and—goddamn, another person asking to join them? Couldn’t people just mind their own business? Wes was about to growl a “No, thanks,” but before he could do so, the other trainer promptly sat...

Wes stared. And here he’d been thinking that freak with the knife was the only insane one here. Honestly, if this girl was having weird dreams, it had nothing to do with him. His heart sank a little at the mention of Agate. This time, though, he managed to catch his thoughts before they...

Novo was distracted in his pursuit when he felt a…light tap? He whirled around, braced for another attacker—but he saw no one. He blinked. Then he looked down. What was this tiny seedling mon? He bent down to sniff at it, bacon thief temporarily forgotten.

“BRI!” Novo’s enraged yowl nearly made Wes choke on his coffee. He spluttered, spilling some on himself, then frantically leaned around the table to see what was the matter. Novo was dancing around his plate of food, snapping his jaws at what appeared to be empty air—then Wes noticed the strip...

Wes blinked. Who—? Oh. That girl from yesterday…Kimiko? She was apologizing again? And this was the second time within 24 hours, too. Damn, had he really made her feel that bad? He felt a twinge of guilt. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a shrug. “For what it’s worth, it freaked me out...