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Wes returned Gladion’s first-aid kit to his bag, then dropped it in front of him. “Here. Sorry for not asking, but, uh, it was urgent. Pretty damn lucky you just happened to have the right stuff for that.” He would have prodded him more, but gods, he was so tired. He just wanted to get back into...

Wes was making his way to Espeon when he heard Odette—or, well, whoever was Odette at the moment—gave her speech. Damn. He didn’t know who it was inside there, but he certainly could respect their statement. Espeon did not appear to be in any shape to attack, so Wes stooped between his two...

Novo jerked back with a bark. The attack was painful, but nothing more. He’d had far worse. He tried to tear after the Espeon, but it was no use. The Pokémon was insanely fast, boosted by his rage, and Novo still wasn’t used to his gangly legs. He tripped and tumbled snout-first into the sand...

Wes was not prepared. WHAM. Something rammed into his back, brutally driving the air from his lungs and launching him across the sand. His head slammed against the ground as he tumbled, filling his vision with black spots. He lay there for a moment, struggling to breathe, head spinning and...

…oh. Oh. Ohhhh, this little— “Dammit all,” Wes spat. He got in the Espeon’s face, as close as he was able to without risking a bite. “It’s you, isn’t it? Look, I don’t give a damn about you or who you are. I don’t care if you’re me in some different universe or some shit. Leave me and my family...

Wes merely shrugged. “Nothing to thank me for. It makes no difference to me.” The mention of adrenaline made Wes wince. Gods above, he was not looking forward to feeling the aftermath of that injury. “Name’s Wes.” He gave a small grin when the boy introduced himself. “Gladion, huh? Trust me...

He almost didn’t hear the reply, as quiet as it was. And the kid moved on so quickly from it that Wes could only stare and frown as he tried to absorb what was just said. “Yeah, I can—” The boy’s first reply finally registered in Wes’ brain, mid-sentence. “Oh, my gods—” Before he knew it, he...

Wes snorted, half amused and half exasperated. “Yeah, don’t worry, this isn’t my first time handling an Espeon that’s a little shit.” He used his other hand to pry the…odd-looking knife from the Pokemon’s jaws, ignoring the ensuing snarls and feeble attempts to nip at his fingers. Better to get...

Definitely not Neo, in mind or body. Wes swore vehemently and seized the Espeon by the scruff while the kid grabbed the mon’s head. “What the hell is your problem, you little—!” It suddenly clicked. This was that guy’s Espeon. His doppelgänger, or whatever. That explained why it gunned straight...

Neo shrunk back, quivering. “Don’t know. Don’t know! Don’t like it! I’m scared!” He wanted Wes. He wanted Novo. He retreated into himself and crouched to the ground, ears flat and tail tucked, and frantically looked around for them. …Ah. Shit. It wasn’t like he meant to insult the kid or...

Neo had no time to react before something slammed into his side, driving the breath from his lungs. He staggered back to his paws and whipped around to see…himself. ?! It…it couldn’t be himself, could it? But what other Espeon had that nick in his ear? What other Espeon smelled exactly like...

Honestly, he wasn’t sure why he’d bothered to tag along in the first place. He’d been close enough to catch wind of the plan—that they were all going to come down to the cove and look for this “Manaphy”, which was apparently a mythical Pokémon. Wes had nearly laughed out loud at that...

Wes walked into the cafe and nearly turned right around to walk back out when he saw the growing crowd of people there. Dammit, he just wanted to grab some food and have some space for a moment, but he supposed wanting anything to go his way on this island was a tall order to fill. Still, he...

Neo yelped in surprise as Olivia plowed into him, then tussled with her, exchanging playful growls and yaps. He froze when Wes called him, then wilted a little with a sigh. Play time was over, again. When would they just get to play for as long as they wanted? He bid Olivia goodbye with a wave...

Neo could sense Olivia’s glee, mingled with a hint of mischief. He trilled in delight. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be playing in the lounge, and that’s why she was feeling sneaky! Haha! That just made it more fun! He followed her around a table, unaware of her plans. Oh. Wes perked up at...

Play. Play! PLAY! Neo jumped to his paws and tore after her, utterly giddy with glee. It was on. Wes barked out a bitter laugh before he could stop himself. Oh, she didn’t even know the half of it… Without warning, several haunting memories flashed through his mind. Novo shifted ever so...

Huh. So other talking Pokémon weren’t unheard of, wherever he was from. “An Oshawott, huh. What region are you from, then?” The Tropius—had Kimiko said Coleane?—Coleane sure had a childlike enthusiasm that was packed in every syllable. It almost reminded Wes of a certain redhead. He grinned a...

Neo lit up and eagerly accepted the offering, snarfing it down in a heartbeat. Novo twitched his ears gratefully and also accepted, though with a bit more poise than his brother. Enora wasn’t around, but still. He ought to practice so that he could choking like he did last time. Damn, had he...

Wes stared. And then stared some more. The Tropius was talking. Like, talking talking. In a language he could understand. And then a little white and blue-furred mon popped out and also started talking. Human talking. “You know,” he murmured hoarsely, more to himself than to anyone else, “I...

For someone who hated relying on caffeine to function, Wes sure drank a lot of it. Today was certainly no exception. Returning from breakfast with a black coffee in hand, he wondered if maybe it would be worth it to go back to the room and try to catch up on sleep. Nothing bad happened in the...