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Wes was relieved when Odette stepped up to explain things. He really didn’t want to be in the spotlight any longer than he had to be. He didn’t miss the suspicious side-eye from Mitch, however. What, was he that surprised Wes had been able to hide Hoopa under his coat? He only just managed to...

Gods-dammit, this? Again? Wes wasn’t sure whether to be furious or wearily resigned. The latter soon took over, and with a huff, he wandered his way into the totally-not-creepy-as-hell town square. Or…he assumed it was, anyway. It was the closest thing he had to describe it. These places...

Wes felt a prickle of anxiety at all the eyes fixated on him. He fidgeted again, and attempted to cover it with a small cough into his fist. “Right. So. Here goes.” He opened up his coat slightly and made eye contact with Hoopa, who nodded. Then he pulled his coat back and let the little ghost...

A growl made Wes jump, and he saw a rather odd-looking Ninetales growling at him. Could she smell Hoopa, maybe? Steven and Kimiko were still frowning at him questioningly, too. Gods, he hated being stared at. “Look, just wait until we’re somewhere more private, all right?” He couldn’t blame...

Well, damn, Wes wasn’t exactly prepared to be grilled with questions the second he stepped back into the lobby. Steven looked positively spooked—what had happened? How did he already know…? He felt Hoopa stir from where he was tucked under Wes’ coat, close to his side. He resisted the urge to...

Wes hesitated. He was appreciative of the little ghost wanting to help, but was he really in any shape to do so? “I get that you want to help, but I’m not sure that’s the best idea. Given your condition and all.” However, there was a part of Hoopa’s statement that he agreed with, and it was...

Wes was taken aback at that. “I—what? I was talking about me, not—” Oh. Oh. He’d completely forgotten about her phobia of hospitals. Gods, he probably looked like such an ass right now. “Sorry. That wasn’t aimed at you. I swear.” Idiot. Her snark was not lost on him, and he had to hold back a...

Wes was not expecting such force from such a tiny person. He jerked his arm out of her grasp and snarled. “The hell are you—?” “Look, I get that, but where else can we go? I know we want to be discreet, but I’m pretty sure we can trust the nurses at the infirmary. They’re not morons. And this...

“You…what? Hold on.” Wes rubbed his forehead. This…didn’t make sense. If this mon was the real Hoopa, then why weren’t things lining up? Unless…? Odette voiced his exact thoughts. If Xavian and Clink have been fooled this entire time…gods. Either Orzo was insanely good at deception, or the...

Eyyyy let’s go! Bringing my boy, of course Name: Wesley Lycas Species: Human Personality: Guarded and distrusting of pretty much everyone, though he’s more open and friendly with Pokémon. He’s not much for small talk and is extremely awkward in almost any social situation, and tends to lack a...

Wes hastily set the bottle down and raised his hands in a placatory gesture. “Woah, easy, I’m not—we’re not…holy hell.” He ran a hand through his hair. Two of them? Two Hoopa? Oh. Oh. That would explain…a lot. Maybe. Wes wasn’t sure. His brain was cycling through different explanations and...

Wes had no clue what he was looking at. Some sort of…fancy bottle? That’s it? He frowned and lightly touched it. It was a bit anti-climactic, if he was being honest— Just as his fingers brushed the bottle, a chill went down his spine. He heard Odette gasp and murmur something about...

Novo sniffed around the living room one last time before padding after his brother, inviting Enora along with a gentle chirp. On the way to the room, however, he brushed past Mightyena and the Short Angry Man. He raised his tail by way of greeting to them both, then tilted his head to the side...

Wes paused with a frown. He leaned in and pressed his ear to the thinner section and gave it a knock. It seemed…there was a door here, or something like it. “Hey,” he muttered to Odette. He wasn’t sure why he was keeping his voice down; it wasn’t like any of the suite’s occupants were here to...

Neo sniffed at the corner of the table and called Enora and Novo over with a chirp. The three of them studied the smudge for a moment, then Novo flattened his ears with a growl and a lash of his tail. “It must be the ghost. I am certain.” Wes, meanwhile, stepped into Orzo’s room with Odette...

The hell is a Beartic. Whatever, Wes had bigger things to worry about at the moment. He managed to crack a tiny smile at her weak attempt at humor. Wes nodded to Mitch before turning back to Odette. “I guess we should go check out this creepy painting, huh?” He scanned the area, making note...

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Wes hadn’t ever been much for conversation even on a good day, and now that his stomach felt like it was tying itself into knots from anxiety, he was even less keen to chit chat. He sat in terse silence while Odette and Mitch ironed out the final details and managed only a slight nod at Steven...

Normally, Wes might have attempted to catch up with Mitch and Kimiko as they made their way to the lounge, but his mind was too scattered, his chest too tight, to say much at all. Even Neo and Novo were uncharacteristically quiet, Neo tagging alongside Olivia and Novo keeping close at Wes’...

Wes took a long sip of his coffee and grimaced. He’d never really been a fan of the stuff, and drinking a tall black coffee in the later afternoon would usually be a terrible idea, but. Well. Given the plans for the day ahead, and the ever-growing fatigue from one sleepless night after another...