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There it was. An inconsistency. Proof that he wasn’t quite sharing everything he knew. “Is that so?” Wes folded his arms once again and fixed Steven with a burning stare. “Funny, I seem to remember that text advising us not to mention this to any of the staff at all.” His tone sharpened...

Well, damn, the guy was so tense Wes was convinced he’d snap in half like a piece of chalk. Was it because he was shaken up from last night, or because…he was afraid of Wes? He huffed and raised his hands yet again. “Look, I know I probably look shady as hell to a dandy like you, but I’m not...

Sure, if you say so. Wes was content to leave it at that, but he knew that wouldn’t be good enough for Neo, so he simply raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. Fortunately, he didn’t have to pry for the guy to open up further. …oh. He was that guy. So he had…spoken personally with Latias and...

Wes hastily released his hold on Neo and stood, raising his hands in a submissive gesture. “Look, it’s fine, I’m not—we’re fine, it’s not what it looks like.” Gods, what a first impression. He huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak you out. Just here because...

Wes had no idea who the hell had dragged him into that obnoxious group text. All he knew was that suddenly his phone was blowing up with notifications, and he was just about ready to throw the damn thing against the wall when a chilling text came through, informing everyone of an incident in the...

“Absolutely not.” “Spiiiiii?” “I said no.” “Spi-spi-espi-spiii!!” “Brrrri.” “No way in hell!” The brothers flinched and angled their ears back at Wes’ suddenly harsh tone. He cursed between clenched teeth and turned away from them to chuck his bag on the bed with a little more force...

Wes said nothing further and only continues to flare at the waiter’s back until he had disappeared back into the kitchen. Wasn’t much an answer, that was for damn sure. He hadn’t even given Wes a name. He turned back to his Pokémon with a huff. “Let’s go. I want to be back in the room well...

Well…it wasn’t the answer Novo had been hoping for, but he could at least take reassurance in Latios’ promise. He felt a little braver now, knowing that at least some of the Legendaries were on their side and trying to protect whoever they could. He bowed his head again, this time in gratitude...

Novo tensed, warily rising to his feet as the air rippled around them both. What was happening? Should he call for Wes? Should— But when Latios unveiled himself, Novo froze, eyes wide, then hastily bowed his head in a gesture of respect. He was not familiar with this Legend, but there was no...

Neo cocked his head to the side. With a light trill, he sent a few gentle messages to the trainer’s mind: an image of a friendly wave, accompanied with a welcoming warmth. Then, a question, posed not in words but in feelings: are you a friend? Novo let himself relax a little. Maybe he could...

Neo raised his tail as an additional greeting, and replied with another chirp. This guy seemed nice. He wondered if he was the type to share his bacon. Wes stared for a minute. And then a minute more. Then he lowered his head into his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes...

Wes scowled at the interruption before he could stop himself. Couldn’t this guy ask someone else? “No, haven’t seen any,” he said curtly. Little busy trying to solve a damn kidnapping, here. Neo wasn’t nearly as perturbed, however. He blinked up at the trainer and chirped a hello. Head chef...

Wes paused as he stepped into the dimly lit diner, letting his eyes adjust before taking in the scenery. What an interesting place this was. It was like a cave—meant to seem like a dragon’s cave, specifically—but it was somehow quite cozy. Not many people were here, and it was relatively quiet...

Wes felt as though the air had been sucked from his lungs. Mitch. They were talking Mitch and Mightyena. He spat out a curse and ran a hand through his hair, fury swelling up inside him. It wasn’t like he’d known the guy all that well—hell, he still didn’t know for sure if Mitch was actually...

Breakfast. Breakfast first, then…something. Wes wasn’t sure what. It felt like things were spiraling and escalating faster than he could keep track of…he ran a hand through his hair and trudged towards the cafe, murmuring to Neo and Novo to keep as close to him as possible. He nearly jumped out...

Wes was amazed at how much better he felt in the morning. He’d never have guessed the pain would have been reduced so quickly, considering how miserable he’d been last night, he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about it. Novo was particularly antsy this morning, and as soon as Wes stirred...

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Wes couldn’t be sure what was real and what was just a feverish hallucination. He dimly recalled people talking to him…a brief flash Novo standing over him and snarling at anyone who came close…distant voices, coming and going…at one point, he thought he...

What Sleet found from poking around the infirmary with Foresight

Wanted to point this out because it sure is interesting! I’ve more or less cleared Noro from my list, but I didn’t have Wes question Alakazam. Might be nothing, but worth considering. Amara’s Hypno has also not been questioned directly.

Just before the strange sensation washed over him again, Wes got a glimpse of the Manaphy’s face. They looked…sad. Remorseful, even. He almost felt a little guilty for snarking at them, but then he was reminded that they let this happen and chose not to intervene. If they regretted this so much...