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Wes raised an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t want to go in? You look like shit.” The moment the words left his mouth, he mentally kicked himself. Idiot. You’re an idiot, Lycas. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “That…came out…sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You just look unwell, is all.”...

Not going to answer him directly, apparently. Fine. Wes was satisfied enough with Sigmin’s answers anyway. He stood, nodded his thanks to the other trainer, and followed Odette out of the cave. Neo hadn’t had time to reply before his brother had come bursting out of the shadows, a whole bundle...

Wes grimaced. “That’s…definitely possible.” He’d thought that Clink was friends with the Hoopa, but maybe not… “He’s probably worried. People disappearing left and right, and now his Pokémon are sick? I wouldn’t want just any stranger to get close, either. And it’s hard to know who to trust on...

Hm. That was an odd coincidence. Wes nodded. “I have to admit that I did wonder the same thing. The most likely way they could have been poisoned would be during a fight, I’d expect. Unless someone somehow poisoned their food or something, but I don’t know anything about how likely that is.” He...

Wes only just managed to keep his composure when the gods-damned demon bat made her entrance. He shifted is weight against the cave wall and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Holy hell, he was never going to get used to that…creature. Pokémon. Whatever the hell she was. He snorted...

Heeeeere comes the Morbius Smeargle Swap train! (I’m so sorry.) 😂

hi hi! Sorry for forgetting to post the Smeargle swap here. Here you go!

Wes had to snort at that. “Yeah. Some friendship festival, huh?” He glanced at Neo, who was, as expected, already chatting it up with the…other Pokémon. He’d never seen that one before. “Well, at least it looks like everyone here has a good relationship with their team. Speaking of which, I...

“Oh, shit.” Wes couldn’t help but laugh, too. “I hope you got an opportunity to burn it afterwards.” “Ha, yeah, we at least have that. Well, only in Phenac, but it counts. It’s a bit of a luxury though. I’ve only seen one once, some dumb action movie when I was a kid, and that was only because...

“Well said. Though, take it from me, criminal organizations can get away with a lot of shit, too.” He paused. Had he said too much there? …No, he could trust Gladion. “And you couldn’t get me to wear a suit if you paid me.” It suddenly occurred to him just how much time had passed while they’d...

Wes just barely managed to hold back a curse when he saw both Odette…and Enora. He briefly worried that Novo might shoot from the shadows to greet her, but thankfully, the Umbreon seemed to have enough self-control not to do that just yet. Wes let out a tiny huff of relief and glanced at Odette...

…huh. Well, that sounded…hm. “I can’t decide whether that sounds like a brilliant system or a horrible one designed to screw you over,” Wes said. Then he grinned. “My instinct says it’s the latter, but that’s probably just my Orrean roots showing. Figures.” He snorted at Gladion’s last comment...

After his excursion with Gladion, Wes wasn’t quite content to call it quits just yet. The caverns were on the way back to town anyway, so he figured he might as well take a look. He considered offering Gladion to tag along, but he looked fairly tired anyways, so they went their separate ways...

Wes choked out another laugh, though he was shaking his head. “Oh, gods. I don’t know what’s worse—that joke or the fact that there’s no way in hell Orre has whatever life insurance is. Then again, Orre doesn’t have a lot of things most regions do. Probably.” Novo blinked and trilled softly...

Dammit, now he’d just made the kid feel awkward. Wes was about to apologize when he heard the last sentence—and before he could help himself, he was laughing. “S-sorry, sorry, it’s just—oh, gods. I’ve never heard someone call Orre nice before.” He laughed again and shook his head. “It’s fine...

Ah, Wes had wondered if any of that had played a role in Gladion cutting ties. Though it certainly sounded like there were a lot more reasons than just his gender identity. “Sounds like you made the right choice, then. In leaving, I mean. You actually have the freedom to be yourself now.” …Do...

Wes actually laughed at that. “That was sappy.” He allowed himself a small smile and glanced at his Pokémon. “You’re not wrong about that, though. Without those two, I would be…a very different person.” An island! Neo’s eyes lit up. Is your island sneaky too, like this one? I thought this...

Damn. Wes had expected about as much, but it was still quite the story. “Sorry to hear that,” he said with a small shake of his head. “I hope things go well with your sister, whenever that happens.” Not that he could relate. He didn’t have the faintest idea what it was like to have a sibling...

Wes scoffed. “Sounds an awful lot like a prison, if you ask me.” He looked Gladion up and down again. So, he’d abandoned his old life and “home,” too, and lived on his own for some time…that would explain his tattered clothing, not unlike Wes’ own wardrobe, though admittedly Gladion had far more...

“Nice job,” Wes said with a wicked grin. He meant it, too. “What do you mean about a boat, though? Was this on island or something?” Wes swore quietly under his breath, at a loss for anything else to say. “Gods, that’s—what were they trying to accomplish there? Holy hell.” He looked at Hazel...