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[Hey there. Pretty sure you arrived a bit too late here. But it’s fine, I can RP with you. I’ll set the scene with some characters.]

"Ah, well." Zack shook his head for a brief moment. He took a battle position, his wings curled into fists. "I can't wait to show ya some epic stuff, anyway." Yeah, maybe a battle could help this edgy Wes see that he was good friends with his birds. Seb swiped his jacket, letting it trail...

"I think so," Jack replied. "I seriously doubt that anything good will come from a fight." Seb looked down at his Mega Ring in thought. This Wes didn't believe that Trainers could be good people towards their Pokémon. What if he showed him some proof of his friendship with Zack? "But I have...

"Unbelievable..." Seb shook his head, grimacing. Zack stepped forward with a determined glare towards Wes. "I'll handle this. If words can't snap him outta that bad guy attitude he's got, maybe a good kick will do it." "Zack, wait." Seb raised his head and eyebrows. "You wanna fight this other...

"I guess you didn't read the stories on the internet. Well..." Seb cleared his throat before beginning to explain. "Team Plasma is a group in Unova that promoted the 'liberation', as they called it, of all Pokémon from 'the tyranny and abuse of humans'. That was all a front and emotional...

"Wait..." Seb looked down in thought for a moment, adjusting his glasses. "I think I've seen this before. Are you a Team Plasma supporter?" "Oh, I think I get what you're sayin', buddy," Zack said, glaring at Wes as he flicked his bang feather a few times. "You one of those guys who hates...

Seb ran towards his birds, tucked under Zack's wing for protection. "Nothing! I found Zack like this--I wouldn't do anything awful to my birds! What's your deal anyway?"

"Uh, lemme explain real quick. The Golden King once ruled the world, believing that only the strong could live, but when humans started to befriend Pokémon, he didn't like that, so he tried to strike back to no avail and when he was defeated, the other Legends sealed his power away." Seb took a...

Seb stepped back, mortified. "How can you be so awful!? Why wouldn't you care? This is a Legend we're speaking of--one who'd kill us if it meant severing the bonds we share with our Pokémon!" "I find it hard to believe he'd be nice to us," Jack said. "Well, besides you two."

"Oh, I get it now..." Seb examined the other Wes attentively. He did look taller, and he had a black coat. The vocabulary was drastically different, too. "But please, relax. Why aren't you helping us with the case? We're getting close to finding out who the Golden King is." "It comes from...

Seb looked confused at Wes. "Um, don't you remember me? Back at the fancy restaurant with the Flygon chef? It's me, Seb!" "Pffft! Really now?" Zack gave a light laugh. "Ya think this is like those fanfic thingies on the internet? Nah, nothin' crazy goin' on here!" "Well, I worked out enough to...

"Um, excuse me, but please don't say--" Seb turned to look at the person who addressed him so aggressively, becoming silent in shock after recognizing the face before him. "Wes? Why do you look so edgy?" Zack looked down at the Umbreon below, waving his free wing at him. "Oh, yo! Believe it or...

Seb was pacing around the island's forest, focusing on his Rotom Phone's screen in his hands. He didn't seem too impatient, but he was still waiting for a signal from Odette. Everyone agreed to perform a heist of sorts on Xavian's room, hoping to find the Golden King and taking him out before he...

[Hey. I’d like to go for some more RP-ing here. Would like to see how other people write their characters.]

[Yeah. I can go for another one, though, but maybe not so soon.]

“Aw, okay.” Jack grimaced and rubbed his neck. “Yeah, it was fun talkin’ with you. Hope we see each other sometime. Gotta go back to my leek practice.” He waved at Acacia before putting his leek in his beak and flying back to his trainer.

“Alright. He’s the kind of guy to take it slow, so to speak, but he does get the job done. One time, he drew a Swanna on some sketchbook he’s got. Yeah, he’s a pretty good artist, and he also has a thing for helpin’ other people. He also likes birds—you should see the team. He even has a…” Jack...

“That’s nice.” Jack supposed that gardening was expected from a Grass-type, but he kept that thought to himself. For all he knew, it could’ve been a stereotype of sorts. “I like practicin’ my leek skills. Ya know, studyin’ the blade and all that—pretty fun, actually. And I like being with...

“Alright. Humans call it an "anthro" form, from what I heard; I dunno, but it sounds like it’s a big deal to them. I don’t see anythin’ bad to it. Either way, movin’ on…” Jack focused back on the path he was walking through. “How ‘bout hobbies?”

“Yeah, it gets annoying after a while.” Jack looked curious, and rather confused, at Acacia. “I didn’t really notice ‘til now, but you weren’t weirded out by… well, these looks, right? I trained for months to get ‘em so I’d look cool, as Zack put it.”