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Wes made sure to take a seat as far away from everyone else as possible. …Well, fine, not too far. The odd tension surrounding some of the people here were not lost on him, so he casually took a seat in a corner that was a healthy distance from most, but just close enough to be within earshot...

Wes paused in front of the door and steeled himself before opening it. He hoped to gods there would be no more surprises today, but just in case… It turns out, there was one last surprise in store…but for once, it was a welcome one. “Brrrriiiiii…” Novo trilled, eyes wide in wonder, as all...

What. What. What the actual— He stared. “What—what is this, some sort of shape shifting mon? Why does it choose to look like you?” He couldn’t pinpoint why, but something about this…Pokémon set him on edge. It didn’t feel quite right. Or natural. Enora’s bark made him jump. She was bristling...

Wes stiffened at the word “skilled.” That sure was an…interesting choice of words for her to make. He tried not to let his unease show as he took another bite of his food, and took his time chewing before swallowing and giving a measured answer. “Orre. I’m from Orre. I got these two from…a work...

Oh, Kalosian. Odette was a bit different than the few Kalosians Wes had met traveling through Orre—much more informal and less stuffy. He supposed maybe he shouldn’t have assumed all Kalosians would be like that…though Enora, what with her proper mannerisms, sure fit the bill of a pampered...

It took a moment for Wes to realize this girl was talking to him. It wasn’t often that people just walked up to start a conversation with him—not that he was complaining. He rather preferred it that way, and the fact that someone was interrupting the first moment of peace he’d had all day gave...

Wes grinned at her delight. So damn cute. “Glad you like it. Though you’ll have to tell your trainer to get you more. I don’t know if my boys would stand for it if I gave you another one. They are nice, though, I promise.” He stood. “Where is your trainer, anyway? I hope you’re not…lost…?”...

Upon seeing her decline his offering, Wes shot a glare over at his boys. “For gods’ sakes, chill out. It’s not like you won’t get any. Look, I’ll even replace this one. Happy?” Novo tilted his head to the side, considering this proposal, then decided it was acceptable and sat down. Neo glared...

Wes heaved a weary sigh as he felt something nudge his leg. “Dammit guys, I’m not getting you an entire plate of bacon no matter how many times you beg—” A tiny, squeaky voice met his ears. One that didn’t belong to either of his mon. He looked down and blinked in surprise. The thing was…blue...

Wes kept as close to the wall as possible. He had no idea what had become of…the other man that looked like him (only looked like him, that was all, that was it, nothing more), but frankly he didn’t care. He hoped maybe he’d get kicked out of the event. Or thrown in a jail cell. Or otherwise...

It took Wes a moment to realize someone was talking to him. He blinked, then jumped when he realized she was standing right there, leaning over him. And where had she been when he was about to get sliced into pieces? Awful convenient for her to express concern now that he was no longer in...

“Brrr?” Wes jumped at the sound and suddenly registered that Novo was at his side, trilling softly in concern. Without a word, Wes looped an arm around him and pulled him in close, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on the softness of Novo’s fur above all else. Breathe. Breathe. He just...

Wes dove around the skirmishing Pokémon and grabbed the man’s knife. Good. Now if he had something to tie him up with— A yell caught his attention. The shorter man who had come to his aid was flat on his back, staring down the other Umbreon, with a snarling Mightyena at his side. Wes cursed...

[[GOT SNIPED AAA]] …oh. That made things easier. He would take it. The problem now was the man’s Pokémon. “Novo, keep them away! Subdue them if you can!” Novo released his hold on the now unconscious man and spun to face his Pokémon. He deflected the Umbreon with a Protect, then gunned...

Wes was faltering. Novo could see it in his eyes, in his pained expression, as if he were lost in his own head. Novo lashed his tail up against his trainer’s leg in a feeble attempt to bring him back to reality. Now was not the time! The split-second of hesitation was all he needed, Novo lunged...

Gods, what was this guy’s deal? Wes managed to skirt around the pool and made it to the far end of it before turning and snarling at his pursuer. “What do you WANT from me? I haven’t done a damn thing to you!” ..well, other than choosing to sic Novo on him, but that was beside the point. Novo...

No doubt about it. This man was absolutely unhinged. Wes was now regretting his decision to pull the trigger. Novo was immediately buried under the opposing Espeon and Umbreon. Wes sprang to his feet and whipped out his dagger. He didn’t care if they were Pokémon, if Novo was in danger, he...

Hot anger flared in Wes’ chest. Just who the hell did this guy think he was, marching up to strangers and giving them death threats? And did he seriously just say he was fine with killing at random here? Was he really that deranged? In the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of dark movement...

What was going on. This idiot knew about Cipher? And Snagem? His threat against both organizations should have been comforting, but instead it just set Wes more on edge. Something about this entire person just felt wrong. The man’s movement to his own knife was not lost on Wes. He took note of...

…apparently he’d written off this schmuck too quickly. Wes glared up at the masked stranger, making an effort to appear as unruffled as possible. “The hell are you talking about?” Who did this punk think he was? ‘Mocking’ him? Apparently Wes minding his own damn business was an inexcusable...