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Wes sat on the floor near the back wall of the room, listening in silence. He didn’t feel up to saying much after the disaster that was his encounter with Steven, and the somber mood clearly still hung over Neo and Novo as well. Novo laid beside Wes with his head on his paws, ears drooping to...

Wes thought about clarifying what he meant and explaining that the border itself was a body of water…but then he decided there were far more important things at hand to discuss. [[Pretend that I’m not an idiot and just made up this excuse on the fly lolololol]] Wes tensed for a moment as...

Well, if nothing else confirmed it, that last statement certainly did. Wes exhaled slowly and slumped back against the wall, the tension draining from his shoulders. “Right. Okay. So, your Orre has gotta be different from mine. Because where I’m from, we share a northern border with Johto.” It...

“That’s not—that doesn’t make any—gods, none of that makes any sense—” Wes growled and pinched his nose. All of this was giving him a headache. “You said a guy took them—all of them—down? Just one guy? All by himself?” He barked out a laugh. “Do you think I’m stupid?” “That’s a real convincing...

“Don’t bullshit me.” Wes almost instinctively reached for his knife under his coat—but no, no, he needed to calm down, needed to be rational, if this guy was some undercover League official, then Wes wasn’t going to do himself—or Orre—any favors by threatening him. He took a deep, steadying...

Wes stopped dead in his tracks, icy fear creeping into his veins. “How did you know about that?” he said harshly. Nobody—nobody outside of Orre knew about the Shadow Pokémon. At least, nobody was supposed to. If this guy who looked like an average—well, perhaps less than average—Kantonian knew...

Wes had to give a snort of amusement at that. Yeah, he’d heard similar statements a time or two before. “It’s a region called Orre. Not everybody has heard of it, and those who have don’t think much of it.” He smiled wryly. “Can’t exactly blame them, though.” He glanced at Mitch. “How about...

“He’s not my twin, dammit,” Wes snapped. Then he silently cursed himself for lashing out. “…Sorry. I just…I have no idea who he is and it’s been freaking me out, to be honest. All I know is he came right up to me, accused me of mocking him, then threatened to kill me if I so much as moved.” He...

Wes blinked. Of course, why hadn’t he thought of looking at the other victims’ rooms? Though judging from what the officer had said, the trainer with his Xatu likely never even made it to his room… “That’s a good idea,” he said, standing. “You don’t happen to know where that is, do you?”...

Wes bit out a curse. So much for that, then. “Sprrr?” Neo’s ears drooped a little. “Nah, bud, it’s not your fault.” Wes crouched to Neo’s level and scratched him under his chin. “I just brought us here too late, is all.”Neo leaned into his hand with a purr. Wes glanced back up at Mitch...

Neo looked up from where he’d been investigating and cheerfully replied, “Nope! We’re the only ones! Pokémon don’t live in Orre unless they have a trainer or they were stolen!” Novo snorted. “Don’t say it like that.” Wes felt a prickle of unease at the discovery. Could the boy and his Pokémon...

Mitch, huh? Not an unusual name. Wes half wondered if the guy was actually being truthful about his name or not. Whatever, he didn’t really care. He wasn’t here to make friends, anyway. He acknowledged him with a nod. “Nice to meet you. Uh, officially, I mean. I never did get to thank you for...

Well. He hadn’t been expecting that sort of response. Part of him wondered if he really wanted to get someone else involved…but, well, some backup would be nice. Just in case. Still, though, he had to smirk a little at the offer to help. “Nah, I think…I’ve got us covered.” He inserted the pick...

Novo’s bark startled Wes and he swore quietly under his breath as his hand slipped on the knob. He glanced up and saw—oh. That scraggly guy who had been his savior on the boat. He’d never had the chance to thank him properly…though, judging by the guy’s very measured expression and the tense...

The first floor was quiet, all things considered. Hard to believe that nobody had attempted to break in to this kid’s room yet for some answers—but then again, maybe picking a lock wasn’t part of an average trainer’s skillset. “Novo, see if you can pick up a trail of a Scizor or Hypno,” Wes...