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There was that same feeling of weightlessness, the same as there was right before all of the chaos happened... -- Wes found himself back in his original, human body. He was sitting some distance away from everyone else. And... he didn't entirely know what had happened. Last thing he...

Wes just glared at the two pokémon. He didn't care what they were trying to say, if anything. He didn't care what they would do to him. He didn't care at all. He tried to let out a bitter laugh, but it came out as more of a wheeze... since felines weren't really made to laugh. See if I give a...

Wes was ready. He knew that there would be opposition, as there always was. Those who would try to stop him. They were fools. Purely acting on instinct, no longer operated by thoughts, he ducked under the Mightyena when it approached, and slashed the underside of its snout, leaving bloody claw...

Merian turned to see who was barking so loudly and-- oh. It was the Mightyena from the boat. He snarled at the approaching wolf 'mon. "The hell do you want?!" -- Nico was still just sitting there. It wasn't like he actually knew how to control a human body, no, of course not. His gaze slid...

Wes snarled, baring his fangs-- oh, it felt good to be able to do that-- at the filthy human. You know nothing about me. I can erase you, and I will. I'll rid the world of all the human worms feasting on its carcass. Then he was tossed, thrown like he was nothing more than an object. He was...

He'd spaced out again-- weird Espeon instincts or something...? The other human, not the blue-coat, then took his knife away. Wes snapped. He thrashed and let out some truly ear-piercing shrieks and yowls of rage... and went on an insane mental tirade. MOTHERFUCKER! THAT'S MY FUCKING BACKUP...

A massive surge of satisfaction stirred up within him as he noticed the stab wound on the blue-coat's body. Finally-- Then he got grabbed by the throat and hoisted up like a kitten, which... he supposed he was right now. Well, he couldn't exactly talk, for multiple reasons, but he figured his...

[[ reposting to make a little more chronological sense ]] Merian just glared at... well, he supposed in a way he was glaring at himself, but-- that didn't matter right now. "You." He recoiled at how... how different this voice was. Much more boyish and juvenile than his own. "You're gonna...

Nico, unfortunately still in Wes' body, slowly turned his head to stare at the Umbreon that he knew as Merian. Except... something seemed different, he just wasn't sure what. Alas, I can not communicate, not in this form. It would make things much easier for me, at least. -- Wes, currently...

He'd only even come here to get the chance to see a rare pokémon, supposedly a Mythical. Well, the one that appeared certainly didn't disappoint, although Wes had no idea what the fuck they meant with-- Wait. What the fuck-- Wes had no clue what the fuck just happened, but-- Wait. Why was...