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Wes stayed near the back of the crowd, listening to the officer’s questions with a scowl. Mew have mercy, even Orre’s police department could have done a better job, and that was sure as hell saying something. Sherles at least wouldn’t have dismissed things so quickly. Though, he supposed...

OKAY OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT So. This right here got me thinking. What Pokémon is psychic type, is yellow/gold, can fly, and turn itself invisible? Shiny Latias. Now it might be a reach, but let’s not overlook how common shiny pokemon are on this island. Above all, I want to direct everyone’s...

Novo growled at the not-so-veiled insult, but Wes decided he would let it slide, despite his throbbing temple begging him to do otherwise. Was he ever this obnoxious when he was that age? Gods have mercy— He gave a small start and frowned at the unexpected interruption. Who the hell was this...

Well, it was better than nothing. Might as well give it a shot. “Do you know anything about what happened here, on this beach, with that missing trainer and her Pokémon? And don’t give me a half-assed answer. I want a yes or no.”

Hmm. A ping from Neo told him that this boy wasn’t lying. Still, he only said he hadn’t seen anything. Not that he didn’t know anything. Perhaps…it was time to try a different angle. He folded his arms again. “All right, how about this. Answer a few more questions for me, and you and I will...

Oh, no you don’t. Wes quietly uttered a single word. “Novo.” His name was the only command the Umbreon needed. He jumped in front of the boy and his Alakazam and sat calmly, rings pulsing lightly, and allowed flickers of dark energy to show around his pelt. If an Espeon wasn’t intimidating...

Well, damn, this kid had some attitude. Wes supposed he couldn’t blame him, given the abrupt way he approached him. Well, and Olivia suddenly appearing to cut him off wouldn’t have helped, either. Still, he appreciated Kimiko and Olivia planning ahead and blocking his escape route. Could never...

Of course the day had to start like this. Of course. Just when he had started to think that maybe, maybe, this place was all right and they could actually have a nice time. After the awkward breakfast yesterday, Wes, Neo and Novo had all enjoyed exploring the quiet forest and the scenery. This...

Wes took another bite and waited a moment to answer. “Thinking we’d probably head to the forest sometime today. Just to see what’s out there and get some time…and space…to think.” Speaking of which, they’d want to head out before too long. He hated the idea of trekking out to a tropical forest...

Novo blinked. Oh, she was offering some to him! He fidgeted nervously, then graciously bowed his head with a purr and took a piece of bacon, chewing carefully. For some reason, it just didn’t seem right to snarf the whole thing with her watching. He’d never eaten this delicately in his entire...

Wes had been utterly lost in thought when another voice pulled him back to reality. He looked up and—goddamn, another person asking to join them? Couldn’t people just mind their own business? Wes was about to growl a “No, thanks,” but before he could do so, the other trainer promptly sat...

Wes stared. And here he’d been thinking that freak with the knife was the only insane one here. Honestly, if this girl was having weird dreams, it had nothing to do with him. His heart sank a little at the mention of Agate. This time, though, he managed to catch his thoughts before they...

Novo was distracted in his pursuit when he felt a…light tap? He whirled around, braced for another attacker—but he saw no one. He blinked. Then he looked down. What was this tiny seedling mon? He bent down to sniff at it, bacon thief temporarily forgotten.

“BRI!” Novo’s enraged yowl nearly made Wes choke on his coffee. He spluttered, spilling some on himself, then frantically leaned around the table to see what was the matter. Novo was dancing around his plate of food, snapping his jaws at what appeared to be empty air—then Wes noticed the strip...

Wes blinked. Who—? Oh. That girl from yesterday…Kimiko? She was apologizing again? And this was the second time within 24 hours, too. Damn, had he really made her feel that bad? He felt a twinge of guilt. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a shrug. “For what it’s worth, it freaked me out...

Wes made sure to take a seat as far away from everyone else as possible. …Well, fine, not too far. The odd tension surrounding some of the people here were not lost on him, so he casually took a seat in a corner that was a healthy distance from most, but just close enough to be within earshot...

Wes paused in front of the door and steeled himself before opening it. He hoped to gods there would be no more surprises today, but just in case… It turns out, there was one last surprise in store…but for once, it was a welcome one. “Brrrriiiiii…” Novo trilled, eyes wide in wonder, as all...

What. What. What the actual— He stared. “What—what is this, some sort of shape shifting mon? Why does it choose to look like you?” He couldn’t pinpoint why, but something about this…Pokémon set him on edge. It didn’t feel quite right. Or natural. Enora’s bark made him jump. She was bristling...

Wes stiffened at the word “skilled.” That sure was an…interesting choice of words for her to make. He tried not to let his unease show as he took another bite of his food, and took his time chewing before swallowing and giving a measured answer. “Orre. I’m from Orre. I got these two from…a work...

Oh, Kalosian. Odette was a bit different than the few Kalosians Wes had met traveling through Orre—much more informal and less stuffy. He supposed maybe he shouldn’t have assumed all Kalosians would be like that…though Enora, what with her proper mannerisms, sure fit the bill of a pampered...