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Clovis? Gods, even his name sounded frilly. Not that Wes was going to say anything about it. He simply nodded and replied, “Wes.” He was wondering what on earth to say next when suddenly a…computer? On wheels?? A something sped over and nearly plowed into him. “What the hell—” It took him a...

Ah, he was Kalosian. That explained…a lot, actually. He seemed easygoing enough, if his light attempt at humor was anything to go by. Perhaps he wasn’t as stuffy as Wes originally thought. This notion was strengthened further as the stranger offered him a cigarette. Smoking had never really...

Actually…did he? Perhaps he should have thought about that before saying anything. Then again, he had his knife on him still, and even the snag machine—that damn machine. Even in his dreams it was haunting him, apparently, always glued to his person as though it was a part of him, despite how...

Wes gave a start. He wasn’t expecting the guy to notice him, let alone actually speak to him. But—dye job? “It’s not—why would I ever—I didn’t dye it.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Whatever, it’s not like that mattered. He eyed the cigarette in the man’s hand. “You looking for a...

Wes rolled his eyes at the Charizard. Yeah. All right. Okay. Screw this place, honestly. He saw movement in the corner of his eye and managed to side-step another shadowy dart just in time. Gods, that gremlin really had it out for him. He wondered if there was any was to propose a truce, if...

Well. This was it. He supposed it wasn’t all bad—he’d just die, and then wake up from this awful dream, and it would be over with quickly. …Right? Wes braced for impact—but the tendrils vanished into thin air before they reached him. His attacker was distracted looking to the sky and mumbling a...

Well, so much for that warning, he supposed. Still, Wes was prepared for retaliation. He ducked under several projectiles and darted to the side, but there were far more shadowy missilesthan he could keep track of. He hissed in pain as several grazed him and one landed a solid hit on his right...

Almost. Wes was almost prepared to keep walking until that last word. Annoyance boiled over into fury. You know what? Fine. He whipped around and slashed at the creature, his knife glancing off his shoulder. “That was a warning, all right?” he hissed. “Leave. Me. Alone.”

“Oh, so you start ‘civilized conversations’ by tripping people?” Wes spat. Gods, why couldn’t he just catch a break in this Arceus-forsaken place… Still, he saw the creature tensing up for a fight, and suddenly he realized that he was very likely outmatched. He had no idea what sort of powers...

Wes saw movement out of the corner of his eye and barely managed to react in time; dark tendrils lapped at his ankles and he stumbled briefly before he was able to right himself. Damn, was the Mafia going to start attacking in broad daylight this time? He whipped around with a snarl and drew...

Wes glanced down at the…oh, for the love of Arceus. How many maybe-but-probably-not-Pokémon were there? This one somewhat reminded him of a Sableye, at least. “Dunno where I’m going,” he said curtly. “Now leave me alone.”

Oh my gods people are already dying. Wes slowly took a step back and walked in the opposite direction. Nope. No way in hell was he gonna get framed for that.

Oh. He’d heard of Porygon before. But—they said they lived where, again? Wes was about to ask when— Well, all right then. Not that it bothered him. The less he had to talk to anyone, the bett— He stopped short at the…the…box creature that Porygon-Z had floated over to. What. In the hell. Was...

He was momentarily distracted from the strange Pokémon by a familiar voice and a yell. Wes turned his head to see…oh, hell. He supposed he did know someone in this place, after all. Not that it was any comfort to see that miserable, backstabbing creature again.

Wes jumped at the strange sound and turned to see…well, he assumed they were a Pokémon, at least. They looked like a living, breathing computer glitch, but he supposed it wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d witnessed in a place like this. He looked them up and down with a small frown. “Yeah, I’m a...

Gods-dammit. This. This again. Wes shoved the letter into his coat with a grumble and looked around. It was different from last time, with grass and blue skies, but it still carried that same eerie, unnatural stillness. He didn’t recognize any familiar faces from last time, either; there was...

OH HECC I almost forgot to officially sign up agh I have minimal RP and mafia experience that is pretty much entirely limited to the last mafia game. In which I was, uh. Rather terrible. (Sorry, Wes.) I’ll be joining with Wes again! Name: Wesley Lycas Species: Human Gender: Male Appearance...

Prompt: the power of evolution They were made anew. Bigger. Bolder. Stronger. Graveler flexed their arms (all four of them!) in wonder. This new form was better than their previous one in every way. And…they had legs now! Powerful, indestructible legs that would carry them great distances...

Hey, hi, hello! I’m here for catnip, and I was so intrigued by the premise of this that I read the first two chapters! First of all, your prose is absolutely lovely. It’s so vivid, and I love how you utilize all kinds of senses to bring it to life. Taste, touch, smell, all of it. I really...

....Welp. Looks like I missed a handful of you! I'm so sorry!!! Replying to these has been a delight!