This was the passage I was thinking about. It sounds like Gonzap is angry with Ein for encroaching on Cipher's territory, which would imply that Gonzap is on Cipher's side."Don't you 'dearest Gonzap' me," the man hissed. He drew himself up to his full height and crossed his arms, evidently trying to appear as large and menacing as possible. Not that it worked; muscles could only get one so far when they were directed by such pitiful intellect. "What the hell is this about not encroaching on Cipher's territory?"
Paying close attention to your writing style, I think I get what you meant when you said that I could show Hana's emotions a bit better. I can't quite put my finger on what exactly it is, but Rui is definitely a very emotional person without having to label every emotion.He and Lon froze. Rui heard Marci gasp. Rui glanced at the girl and her brother and hastily gestured for them to leave; they scurried off quickly through the secret door.
Aww, I love that Novo can instantly sense that. I love how whether or not Wes feels safe at any given moment is always at the forefront of his mind.Novo couldn't sense emotions as acutely as his brother could, but he didn't need to, at least not with his Trainer. Two years with the boy had taught him everything about his mannerisms and emotions; he knew exactly how he was feeling at any given moment just by observing his body language, his voice, the changes in his eyes.
Right now, Wes was afraid.
!!!! That "rarely" nonetheless means more than once, which means Wes has started to laugh a little bit more since Neo evolved! Awww. Neo's evolution really must have sparked a realisation in him of how badly he wants to make Wes happy, and so now I bet he goes out of his way to try and do so like he never quite did as an Eevee. What a good kitty.nothing at all like the way Wes sometimes - well, rarely - laughed.
I love that image; a tiny fluffed-up Eevee really isn't a very threatening sight at all, but Novo does not care. HE IS BEING AS FIERCE AS AN EEVEE CAN BE.Novo stepped in front of his Trainer, baring his teeth and fluffing out his fur as far as he could. "Veeeee!"
Again, I love that this is the kind of detail that Novo notices.His hands were curled into fists at his sides now as he openly glared at Sage.
I really like the way you pull a discretion shot here and don't actually describe the blow happening. It leaves room for us to imagine how bad it is ourselves, which I think gives it more impact than any words ever could. It even perhaps gives the sense that Novo can't bear to think about the moment he saw it happen - or maybe that he looked away as it did (but didn't want to admit that fact to himself, because that'd be essentially failing Wes by not watching him at all times, right?)He struggled to his paws and lurched forward with a wail, but he was too slow, too late.
Blood sprayed across the rusty surface of the motorbike. Red spattered onto the sand. Novo heard his Trainer scream in agony, heard the boys' raucous laughter, heard Sage howl, "Let's go again, shall we?"
Love this line, too. Powerful choice of verb that really gets across the intensity of Novo's emotions (which is, presumably, what triggers him to evolve right here, so it's vital to make that hit hard and it does).And something inside him erupted.
Love the fact that Novo was being brutal enough that Wes actually had to call for him to stop. The poor kid was in huge pain and shock from the beating he'd just taken and must have appreciated beyond words that Novo protected him from having to go through more, but it seems like it nonetheless freaked him out to see his friend go that far. I love that Novo was furious enough that he went that far."Novo, STOP!"
Ah, so that's how Wes got that scar that he later covered up with his tattoo. I like how that very thing that's such a big indelible part of Wes's appearance now is also the cause of Novo's evolution and an even more indelible part of who he is today.Blood was streaming from his mouth and nose, but most concerning was the horrifying gash across the boy's face that ran from one cheekbone to the other.
Awww, even despite all the pain he's in, Wes is taking a moment to be happy for his friend. (Or, you know, it's because he's not allowed to show pain at all and so here's something else he can focus on.)Wes gave him a shaky grin and rubbed his now significantly longer ears. "You...finally evolved..." His words came in painful gasps.
Guh, it hurts to see Wes being so vulnerable. Knowing what things are like for him (weakness means death!), you know things have to be really, really bad for him to be willing to showing any kind of weakness at all. His "are they gone?" is so unlike him, because it's him actually admitting on some level that he's scared of those guys and he wants them gone so they can't hurt him any more. And yet, what's even worse is the fact that what he probably really means with it is, since he's starting to cry and can't stop himself, he needs them to be gone because he can't let them see him cry. Aaaa, Wes, you poor traumatised kid, you don't deserve any of this."Briii?" Novo whined and nuzzled his Trainer's face. He heard a tiny, pained sob escape from the boy. A hand gripped the fur tightly around the Umbreon's shoulders.
"Are...are they...are they gone?" Wes' voice was little more than a shaky whisper.
He would do anything, be anything, go anywhere, if he could hear that sound more often.
He would do anything, be anything, go anywhere to make sure his Trainer never cried, never hurt like this again.
Bro just admit you have a crush on her, goddamn.Barely, anyway.
So I KNOW what you were trying to say here, but the switch of focus from his "attention" to his "tone" read weird. I'd rec splitting this up into "He turned his attention back to Rui. 'So?' he asked in a deadpan tone."He turned his attention back to Rui with a deadpan tone. "So?"
F A C T S."Considering you practically waltzed into a broken-in home yesterday, I don't think you get to lecture me on recklessness."
The amount of SUGGESTIVE SIDE EYES I did this chapter. Wes, two chapters ago you wanted her to shut the fuck up and now you're tryna keep it going??? JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HER, GODDAMN.Still, the silence threatened to return, so he made a little effort to keep the conversation running.
Thanks, scumbag, I'm sure she loved that <33333 He's like an elementary schooler who bullies his crush to show he likes her.And then, partially out of habit, but largely out of smug pettiness, he hit the gas and launched the bike out into the sands. Wes thought he heard Rui yelp over the bellow of the engine, and he couldn't help but smirk just a little.
Of course driving like this was dangerous. That was what made it fun. It wasn't his fault the bossy redhead was too uptight to see that.
So you admit it, you wouldn't let anything happen to her because you love her? Huh.At least this time, she had the good sense to be cautious and on her guard - not that she was likely to be kidnapped again, not with Wes and his Pokémon around.
This characterization and paragraph was so *chefs kiss*He almost snorted at the thought. Friends. Right. As if he would ever care to be friends with other human beings. His experience over the years very convincingly solidified his belief that they were all either rotten to their core - or incredibly stupid. Neo and Novo had proven to be the only source of friendship worth investing in.
This LINE. I'm fucking STEALING. This was SUCH GOOD IMAGERY.with a greasy smirk slathered across his face.
Cail's a shmuck and I hope Wes punches him in the neck lmfaoooo"I really can't think of anyone...but a battle might jog my memory."
THIS WHOLE INTERACTION WAS SO ICONIC. Notice how Rui was the only one talking 👀Cail raised his hands in submission. "Fine, fine." He smirked at Rui. "I gotta ask though, what's a cute thing like you doing here? You don't look much like his type."
Before Wes could respond, Rui spoke up sharply. "That's none of your business," she said.
Cail raised an eyebrow, then leered at Wes. "Feisty one, isn't she? Is that why you're giving her a shot?"
"We are not a couple!" Rui snapped.
"Oh-ho." Cail leaned into her face with a gleam in his eyes, his smirk spreading wider across his face. "If that's the case...how about a drink with me, then?"
"Back off!" she spat.
The Trainer withdrew with a laugh. "Easy there, Carrot Top. I was only joking."
"What did you just call me?"
Wes sighed and pulled Rui along as they marched past Cail. The Trainer's laughs followed them down the street. "Let me know if you change your mind, sweetheart!"
I WHEEZED, SPICCYYYYYYY. Honestly, considering the context we all tend to use the word "spicy" in, I wonder if that's the right word here? Like, I GET IT, but also, 'spicy' makes me think of shirtless Guzma drawings yk? That is, of course, personal preference, but I'd rec swapping it out for "feisty" or "plucky" or even "ballsy."She was far too spicy for her own good.
Hmm...Still, it was worth it to get this girl home and off of his tail.
The way I envisioned this like straight out of a damn Nicktoon, dear gods/The Ledyba and Shroomish, temporarily forgotten, exchanged a glance and cautiously edged away from the scuffle.
Damn...dicks out for Rui's starter 😢"That's because I do have a personal issue with them." Rui raised her eyes to meet his, and there was a cold anger in both her face and her tone. "They didn't lift a finger when my starter got stolen from me."
THE FUCKING CHARACTERIZATION IN THIS CHAPTER IS SO ON POINT, YELLOW, YOU'RE ON FIRE. I could visualize this shit so well, you're a master.The officer behind the desk was staring out the window, balancing a pencil on his puckered lips and apparently completely oblivious to their presence. After a pause, Rui cleared her throat and he jumped, sending the pencil flying with a clatter.
?????????????????? WHOMST???? HOW DARE YOU END THE CHAPTER THERE?????? YOU MONSTER FRISBEE."Or should I call you Snagger Leo?"
I adore how Wes has the smarmy quips to match smugness we see in the game’s intro sequence, but it’s also shown to be a front – a coping mechanism – due to some past trauma. As an aside, how old is Wes in this? He doesn’t seem to be an adult (or if he is, a very young one), but he’s no "kid" either."It's Wes, by the way. In case you forgot."
I’m intrigued by the contrast of abuse and [faux?] kindness. A second parental figure of sorts, or perhaps it’s all Gonzap? It’s clear from Novo’s scars and the description of “bloodthirsty bird” in the next chapter that they were enduring something together. Also, can I just say the contrast between the deeper, more serious Novo and the showy, more mischievous nature of Neo is great? Because it’s great. The fact that they both have such big hearts too helps give a moral anchor to Wes before Rui comes into the picture as well!"Do good, kid."
Aha, so this is where the bacon talk began! …Though I have to wonder where that bacon comes from, I love this little interaction – especially since it shows that Wes will indulge in their wishes even if it wasn’t the best circumstances. Tough guy with a big heart is a trope I will always, always find heartwarming.Wes was awakened the following morning by the sound of footsteps and chatter from the diner overhead. He sat up, stretched, and was slowly gathering his bearings when a familiar smell wafted to his nose...
Bacon.
He groaned. "Aw, hell—"
This line is slipped in there, but it’s a nice signal on the kind of experiences Wes had in the past. The best part is that because we’ve already had very “human” interactions with Neo and Novo during the escape and sleep sequences, we can see why he would think that – it’s character from context rather than simply telling and I like it a lot!As far as he was concerned, there was no need for human company when his Pokémon were far and away better than any humans he'd bothered with.
Hmm… is that from experience, I wonder?"Don't pick fights you have no chance of winning."
I find it interesting how painted of Wes’s opinion this description of Phenac City is! The kindness of some of the denizens later in the chapter shows that it’s not necessarily 100% true and is telling of the misanthropic attitude Wes has. It makes me curious if we’ll see other contrasts in description vs. reality as a result of this character-oriented narration and makes me excited to see just how these opinions might change over time!Snagem may have shipped stolen Pokémon around like merchandise, but in Wes' opinion, Phenac was hardly any better.
Huh, so the worship of Celebi considered a cult or conspiracy group – makes me curious about about the theology of the world in general (as it seems Arceus and Mew referred to as higher beings) – especially when you consider some of the lighter legendary Pokémon like Jirachi. Come to think of it, Colosseum had the three Johto beasts as Shadow Pokémon… now I’m eager to see how that meshes with the pair’s own beliefs!Celebi? Wes frowned a little. He'd scarcely ever heard people swear by that name. He noticed the woman and the boy beside him exchange surprised looks, and wondered if they were thinking the same thing as him: She's not one of those crazy believers, is she?
Yes you are Wes, you can’t deny it; slowly you are becoming The Good Bad Boy!Neo chirrupped happily and Marla beamed at him approvingly. "You're such a kind gentleman!"
I'm definitely not.
Looks like Neo and Novo aren’t the only pair that will be mirrors of one another, hehehe!What kind of person could smile so easily after being kidnapped, for crying out loud?
Wes heaved a weary sigh. He crouched down in front of his Espeon to be eye level with him despite the fact that the Pokémon was pointedly avoiding his gaze. "Neo. Is this about me manhandling you back there?"
The Pokémon, Neo, irritably flicked his tail in response.
A flicker, and there was a dark room, in which a child was sobbing over the limp form of a Pokémon's body. He looked up, tear-stained face twisted with anger. "This is YOUR FAULT!" he screamed.
The scene dissolved into darkness, and a man's husky, menacing voice spoke in a snarl. "It's time you learned this lesson, boy."
Two great ways to set up the rest of the story. Curious to find out what happened with the first one, and what happened to whoever was responsible; the second is a clear statement of what Wes wants to achieve here.Just before drifting off to a dreamless sleep, Wes had one last coherent thought.
The sooner we leave this region, the better.
"Es-piiii!" He felt teeth tugging at the hem of his pants and saw Neo gripping the black fabric in his mouth, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
"What's the matter with you?" Wes asked irritably. Since when had his Espeon developed such a strong moral compass? "We can't stop every shady person in town. Leave that to authorities or something. Let's go."
It'll take us a handful of days, but if we only stop for occasional breaks, we should make it in good time. And then, if all goes well, I can get a passport there and we'll be out of Orre. For good."
This got a laugh out of me — another example of him reading like just a teeny bit of a dork.Rui looked the building up and down with awe. "Are you sure we can just...knock?" she asked in almost a whisper. Wes merely shrugged. He'd never bothered to visit this place himself.
Also, this was excellent. A nice way to show him wrestling with his trauma and trying to move beyond it.The low voice came into his head again. Remember this, boy. Don't stick your neck out for nobody.
Anger burned in his chest at the intrusive voice. You don't get to tell me what to do. Not anymore.
What a monster, and a fiend also; as I keep saying, he should be thrown in jail for his heinous treatment of his dear, beleaguered pokémon.Wes didn't bother to reply to this remark. He'd crouched down to his Pokémon and was muttering a hurried apology. "Sorry guys, but there isn't room for all of you in the sidecar. You're gonna have to go in your balls for now."
Something easily fixed that jumped out at me here - it's not obvious until the next sentence here what the problem is, because you don't actually state that Neo wasn't there. The immediate interpretation is to assume the fact Novo is "watching him tersely" is the issue Wes is noticing, like it means Novo's not properly safely seated, and Neo just wasn't brought up because it's Novo there's an issue with. It might be smoother to make a small edit to emphasize Neo's absence immediately - something like "...only to find his Umbreon alone, watching him tersely", maybe?He sprang nimbly onto the seat, revved the engine, and glanced quickly into the sidecar, where his two partners should have been safely seated—only to find his Umbreon watching him tersely.
This is such a fun establishing character moment (hence why I illustrated it for Smeargle Swap). Already we get a sense of Neo as a bit snotty and having a penchant for getting into trouble and acting impulsively, and of Wes as being completely used to his nonsense, just immediately already knowing that it's no use trying to talk him out of this and that he's just going to have to grab him by the scruff and haul him off (he does say "you idiot", but we get a clear sense he's already running towards him when he says that, both by the way the line's cut off and the way Neo is then immediately cut off by Wes already there). Impeccably timed.He glanced over his shoulder and found his Espeon a few yards away, yipping loudly at the people fleeing the burning building, tail waving triumphantly in the air. He didn't speak Pokémon, but the runaway figured if he did, he would be hearing a choice selection of colorful insults.
"Neo, you idiot-"
"Espi-esp, esp, esp! Es-SPI!?" The Espeon's barks cut short in a yap of surprise as his trainer hauled him off his feet and shoved him under one arm. He sprinted back to the motorcycle and dumped the creature rather unceremoniously into the sidecar next to his brother, ignoring the Pokémon's cries of indignation.
And then we immediately establish the stakes."LEO! I'LL KILL YOU, BOY!"
Wes clearly takes great, bitter pleasure in blowing up Snagem's base and having this moment of power over Gonzap. Looking forward to seeing more of his history, and theirs in particular. From what glimpses I've gathered I doubt it's pleasant.Anger and bitter satisfaction alike swelled inside the trainer's chest. He faced his now-former boss with a growl.
"If you're going to threaten me," he said, "call me by my real name." He sneered. "It's Wes, by the way. In case you forgot."
The man roared again, this time too incensed to form any words. He barreled toward the trainer and his Pokémon with a murderous expression, but this wasn't Wes' main cause of concern: a flash of light emerged from a Pokéball at the man's belt and took the shape of a metallic bird. The Pokémon spread its wings, emitted a blood-curdling screech, and took to the sky.
It was time to go.
The motorcycle engine started with a roar, and in one smooth motion, Wes swept astride the motorcycle. He raised his left arm high above his head, sunlight glinting off a strange metal contraption that encased it. Holding a small remote in his hand, he looked his boss dead in the eye, smirked, and pressed the button.
Nice bit of scene-setting.The motorcycle puttered to a halt as Wes pulled up to the establishment. Dim lights shone through the train car windows as old Western music hummed from an outdoor speaker.
More lovely characterization. Wes gets his Pokémon - he doesn't understand Neo's words but he can guess why he's upset and what he's complaining about and knows exactly how to make amends. There's also no anger or real attempt to argue about it, even though Neo did something really dumb and it's kind of childish of him to be so affronted by it; there's just a brief explanation of why Wes did what he did, apologies for being rough, and then moving on to how to make it up to him (with food bribery, of course). In other words, Wes values his relationship with Neo more than being right, or even trying to convince him to not do this again!Wes heaved a weary sigh. He crouched down in front of his Espeon to be eye level with him despite the fact that the Pokémon was pointedly avoiding his gaze. "Neo. Is this about me manhandling you back there?"
The Pokémon, Neo, irritably flicked his tail in response.
Another sigh. "Look, I'm sorry. But there's a time and a place for gloating over a victory, and doing so while escaping from an exploding building is not it."
Neo flicked his ears back and looked at the ground, looking slightly abashed. "Esp." He then looked back up at his trainer with a small glare. "Espi-esp!"
"I know, I shouldn't have been so rough. I'm sorry, bud, really. How can I make it up to you?" Wes glanced at the Outskirt Stand, then back at his Pokémon with a sly grin. "How about I get you a whole plate of bacon and we call it even. Truce?"
More intrigue! Gonzap was clearly abusive. Unclear whether he hurt Neo/Novo, or whether it's just the trauma of a lot of dead Pokémon. Wonder who the kinder voice is, too - don't recall any likely contenders on Team Snagem in the game, but it has been a while.A flicker, and there was a dark room, in which a child was sobbing over the limp form of a Pokémon's body. He looked up, tear-stained face twisted with anger. "This is YOUR FAULT!" he screamed.
The scene dissolved into darkness, and a man's husky, menacing voice spoke in a snarl. "It's time you learned this lesson, boy."
Another shift, another dark room littered with Pokémon lying ominously still, limbs splayed out in awkward angles—and there was another voice, a kinder voice, accompanied by a sad, tired smile.
"Do good, kid."
Wonder if this is from the scene flashed to before or a different occasion.Novo purred in response and brushed his face against Wes' shoulder. The two sat in silence for a moment, Novo leaning into him as Wes stroked the Umbreon's sleek black fur. He paused at Novo's left side, fingers brushing at old scars that he knew were still there, despite the fact that they were nearly invisible under the dark coat.
I have some bad news for you about the plot of Pokémon Colosseum, WesThe sooner we leave this region, the better.
Among the chaos, no one seemed to notice one person in particular dashing away from the scene, with two Pokémon sprinting at his side.
"LEO! I'LL KILL YOU, BOY!"
an old, rusty, seemingly abandoned train car.
"How about I get you a whole plate of bacon and we call it even. Truce?"
[i[The sooner we leave this region, the better.[/i]
And he, Leo, never would.
"So, what's your name, kid?"
Wes reflected on what precious little information Emok had given them regarding savage Pokemon several days ago.
"Well, they're definitely being distributed, but I couldn't begin to tell you where from or who's responsible," Emok had said as she folded her arms and leaned against the alley wall across from him.
"So, whaddya want me to do?"
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It seemed that, after several days of fruitless searching, their luck had taken a sharp turn for the better all in one day.
Lon stared up at Wes, eyes wide in horror. "You're kiddin' me."
The resulting scream of pain from the other Pokémon made Wes' blood run cold. Such a scream should never be heard in a casual battle setting, not ever, and yet - Noctowl's Trainer looked largely unconcerned.
<3 Wes needs to learn to say no to his bratty Pokémon (only nah, this is cute)He was pushed flat on his back as his Espeon leaped at him, eyes wide, tail wagging in excitement. "Espi! Epsi, espi, espi, espi, espi!"
"No, Neo." Wes shoved the Pokémon off of him with a grumble. "I gave you and Novo plenty of bacon last night. One-time deal, remember?"
At the sound of his name and "bacon" being used in the same sentence, the Umbreon lifted his head and yawned. "Umbri?" He pricked his ears forward and gave his trainer a hopeful look.
"I said no, guys." He donned a teal trench coat that fell past his knees and began to pack up his belongings, pausing only to give them a stern look. "Last night was a special treat, but today we have to get on the road as quickly as possible, which means nothing fancy for breakfast. And that's final."
Naturally, not ten minutes later, he found himself sitting across from his Pokémon in the diner, watching them each chow down a fresh plate of bacon.
Of course that's the first thing you want to spend your finite money on.Despite all his griping, he did relish the opportunity to spoil his partners. Bacon—or any decent food, for that matter—was hard to come by, and therefore was practically a delicacy. Under normal circumstances, he would have had to resort to swiping table scraps for all three of them, but thanks to the cash he'd snatched from the hideout, he could afford to dote on his Pokémon just a little. After yesterday, he figured they deserved it anyway.
Huh. Psychically sensing Rui in there?Through the grimy window next to their booth, Wes could see two men laughing and talking amongst themselves, seemingly rejuvenated after a hearty meal. They continued laughing as they entered their vehicle—an old hover truck of some sort. Neo paused from his feast to watch them intently, his ears pricked forward, eyes trained on a large burlap sack that rested in the truck bed. His gaze remained steadfastly fixed on them, and he only returned his attention to his plate after they drove away and out of sight.
Sure seemed to enjoy Alden's company as a kid, though, eh? I imagine horrible things happened and Wes just copes by firmly deciding nope no human has ever been worth it.Neo chirped softly in agreement while his brother nodded, looking resolute. Wes couldn't help but smile softly and give them each a rub behind the ear. He'd never been much for people, but his partners more than made up for that. As far as he was concerned, there was no need for human company when his Pokémon were far and away better than any humans he'd bothered with.
Huh, neat. I like this, but it does feel a little expositiony where it's placed right now; Wes drifting off on this mental tangent about this when he's been established to be tense and on edge in this moment seems a little incongruous and ramps down that tension a bit.At least, it should be...the bartender knew Wes as a regular, but not well enough to be suspicious. And, worst case scenario...Wes reached under his coat and brushed his fingers against the hilt of the knife he kept strapped to his belt. Well, "knife" was bit of a generous term for the thing—it was an old Skarmory feather that he'd strapped to a makeshift hilt. Not exactly the most conventional blade, but it had served its purpose on more than one occasion just fine.
The feather itself had come from none other than Gonzap's own Skarmory, and as much as Wes hated that bloodthirsty bird, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction at being able to weaponize part of something that had once terrorized him.
I think this is meant to be a dialogue tag (i.e. he growled "Can I help you"), in which case that "he" should be uncapitalized."Can I help you?" He growled.
This line tripped me up a bit - since you just brought up the man looks young, and just had Wes doing a double-take about his hair, I read "He" in "He offered a hand to the younger trainer" as Wes, and subsequently started reading the dialogue as if that was Wes too. I think it'd be clearer if that was "The man offered a hand to Wes", or something in that vein.The man chuckled and removed his hat, revealing a surprisingly young-looking face and a head of pink hair—pink hair? He offered a hand to the younger trainer. "Name's Willie. Yours?"
And here it's also ambiguous which he is which, and we have to just finish the sentence and then figure it out from context.He did not shake his hand. "Wes," he answered curtly.
Wes is just so baffled by this. What do you mean, a person talking to him in a friendly mannerWhat did this man want from him? "On occasion," Wes said curtly.
Good detail that shows how tense Wes is! Truly fearing for his life as this man tries to make light conversation.Wes let out a breath and slowly eased his hold on the knife. He hadn't even realized he'd been gripping it so tightly.
It being a tattoo covering a scar is a neat interpretation, and I enjoy the comment on Orre's eccentric fashion. Liittle expositiony, but the intrigue of revealing he had a scar there and priming us to anticipate that backstory is effective.Willie eyed the metal contraption on his arm, but if the stranger thought anything of it, he said nothing. After all, eccentric fashion choices weren't unusual in Orre. The man did, however, squint his eyes a little as he observed the tattoo on Wes' face; a thin white line that went across the bridge of his nose from one cheekbone to the other. Wes was not unused to strange looks at his face, and while stares in general made him uneasy, he'd learned to shrug it off. Still, he sighed a little at the man's scrutinizing look. Speaking of bad decisions...but no, it was better this way. Tattoo or no, he would have been stared at anyway; his choices had been either a nasty scar or this tattoo to cover it up, and he'd chosen the latter.
Love you continuing to include these strong nuggets of characterization for the Pokémon even in moments where they aren't doing anything terribly important."Yes." Wes hopped on his vehicle and turned to face the man as his Pokémon followed behind. He noticed Neo glancing back at the Zigzagoon over his shoulder and walking with a particular swagger, as if attempting to flaunt his superiority to his would-be foes.
Show-off.
Says a lot about his worldview, but also that he cares. Your Pokémon are easy targets - Wes would know, doesn't he."Yeah?" Willie grinned at him again. Such open friendliness from a total stranger. He was far too naive for this place.
"You should be more careful about who you challenge to battle. Your Pokémon are easy targets, and there are still plenty of Snaggers out there." He pulled his goggles over his eyes and gripped the handlebars tightly with gloved hands. "Don't pick fights you have no chance of winning." With that, the motorcycle roared to life and he drove off, leaving a bemused trainer in his wake.
I think you do a nice job with your location descriptions generally; you keep them simple and brief, but still get a clear impression across.Phenac City was often referred to as "the jewel of the desert", and it was easy to see why. Laid out in a circular pattern, with the tallest buildings at the northernmost top of the circle, the city gleamed with white stone and crystalline waterfalls flowing along the streets. The desert sun reflected off the sparkling water and white structures, making it blindingly bright to look at.
More Wes caring about Pokémon! I think it rings true generally that this fancy, high-class place is repellent to him.Plus, there was an air of false grandeur about the place that repulsed him, particularly in the way its citizens liked to flaunt Pokémon as symbols of status. Snagem may have shipped stolen Pokémon around like merchandise, but in Wes' opinion, Phenac was hardly any better.
If the dialogue tag is being inserted in the middle of a single sentence ("Damn it all, you just had to stick your nose where it don't belong!"), then the you should be uncapitalized here; if it's being inserted between two sentences ("Damn it all. You just had to stick your nose where it don't belong!"), then it should end in a period."Damn it all," he spat at Wes, "You just had to stick your nose where it don't belong! We'll make you sorry, boy!"
Another one where you're continuing the sentence (at least assuming "What?" is what she's crying, rather than her saying "What?" and then bursting into tears), so the dialogue tag should be uncapitalized."What?" The woman cried.
Repetition of "sack" that was a little awkward.Within seconds, the rope was severed, and the woman swooped in to open the sack.
A girl burst out of the sack, gasping great gulps of air.
Enjoy this mundane authenticity - no stepping out of the sack looking perfect, she's sweating buckets and her hair is plastered to her face.Most of her red hair was pulled up into two pigtails, and the rest of it was drenched in sweat and plastered to her face. In fact, she was almost entirely drenched in sweat—not surprising, as Wes couldn't imagine how hot it must have been inside the stifling burlap.
Hmm, wonder if Wes is speaking from some personal experience here. Enjoy that he's just baffled at himself that he's still here."You need to take small sips." Wes surprised himself by speaking. What did he care? Why had he bothered to stick around this long? Why hadn't he left already? "You're probably really dehydrated, so don't drink it all at once or you'll make yourself sick."
Ooh, nice to see this used as actual worldbuilding with worshippers of particular legendaries.Celebi? Wes frowned a little. He'd scarcely ever heard people swear by that name. He noticed the woman and the boy beside him exchange surprised looks, and wondered if they were thinking the same thing as him: She's not one of those crazy believers, is she?
Something just really amuses me about Wes seeing a person being short and being like "No wonder she got kidnapped.""I'm Dash," said the young man. He and the woman helped the girl to her feet, and Wes couldn't help but note how short she was—her head barely reached his shoulders, if that. No wonder she got kidnapped. Easy target, I suppose.
Not a dialogue tag (her face falling and her looking deeply troubled isn't a description of her saying the line), so the "The" should be capitalized!"Oh..." the girl's face fell and she looked deeply troubled.
Don't act like you don't have a soft spot for Pokémon too, Wes :3"They were heading here for something!" Rui said emphatically. Her eyes were wide and pleading. "I think they might come back, and I'm really worried about what they plan to do with that Pokémon!"
Mew above, she's sure passionate, thought Wes. She was awfully fired up and upset, all for a Pokémon she didn't even know. What is wrong with this girl?
Ouch. Sure is a thing to internalize.A low, harsh, eerily familiar voice rang inside Wes' head. Sticking your neck out for people is what gets you killed, it snarled. Don't be a fool, boy.
Aww. Ultimately, this is what this chapter is really about: Wes's Pokémon are the ones who convince him to stay, to help Rui.But then he noticed Novo, practical though he was, shift uncomfortably and look up at him. Never once had his Pokémon led him astray. For all the survival instincts Wes' upbringing had drilled into him, he would always trust his Pokémon, his family, more than anything else.
How in Mew’s name could this girl possibly have the energy to care so much about absolutely everything? Didn’t she ever get tired? Like a normal person?
It shows how little these two really know each other, and how much room they have to grow together.he shook her head to herself. What kind of person brushed off a dislocated shoulder like it was nothing?
*gasp* It's happening!!!!! grumpshine grumpshine grumpshinegruff though he was, she was starting to enjoy Wes’ company
Narrator: he ended up being a hero“Well, we cant all be a hero, all right?” Wes snapped.
Yes good thank you for not forgetting about any of the aftermath from their battle, my whumpy heart is happy. This chapter isn't just resting mentally, but physically as well.He sat on his mattress and pulled out the canvas tote, ignoring the painful throbbing in his shoulder. That battle had not done his injury any favors, and he would look at it later, but his Pokémon were his first priority.
But for Orre natives, it was even more ominous, as they all knew what had reduced so many towns like this one to ruins; as a result, most citizens avoided these places out of fear and superstition.
I'll admit, I can't recall anything in any of the canon info from Colosseum about Noctis, so if this is all your own headcanon for a regional backstory for Orre, I'm all for it. Also hot damn, Johto, nuclear war?? And I thought ancient Kalos was crazy. It's also telling that despite Wes and Rui coming from literal opposite ends of Orre in respect to their families and past history, they both share the same scars left by Noctis. They're not pleasant memories for either of them, but they are able to share their sorrow with each other.The nuclear war with Johto seventy years earlier had already ensured that the area wouldn't be suitable for wild Pokémon for many years - if ever again - and many people speculated that the nuclear after effects on the population were a big factor in the massive Noctis death toll.
Her use of "we" grated on Wes' ears, as though she thought of them as a team or something.
Rui gave him a more genuine smile this time, and somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that, for all her obnoxious optimism, smiles quite suited her.
Give. Me. That. Snark. All. Day. Long."I don't care who you are, Wesley Lycas, nobody dislocates their shoulder and then walks it off." Rui huffed and folded her arms. "So take the stupid pills already."
Wes stared at her. "Did you just...scold me with my full name like a parent?"
"Yes, and if you keep acting like a child, I'll keep parenting you!" she snapped.
Wes shook his head and popped the bottle open with a grumble. "You're unbelievable."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I'm aware."
YES YES YESHe paused. He glanced back at his sleeping Pokémon and finished, a little more quietly, "They're my family."
BwahahaWes shot her a look—or tried to, but ended up looking over her head. He had to drop his gaze significantly to actually make eye contact. Arceus, this girl was small. Just how old was she, anyway?
I like how Rui just keeps talking and making small talk with this totally silent grumpy dude."Not for years," she said. She still wore a small smile on her face as she talked. "I was just a kid the last time I was here." Her attention shifted to the Eeveelutions striding at Wes' side. "What are their names?" she asked lightly.
"The Espeon is Neo, and the Umbreon is Novo," he said. She already knew his name, so he figured the names of his Pokémon were inconsequential information to give out at this point.
Appreciate this, I was kind of wondering that.Not that showing off had ever been Wes' motivator for keeping his Pokémon out. Neo and Novo were security, an extra set of eyes, and even though Wes hated the awed looks they received from passersby, it was a necessary precaution with Snagem on his tail.
Love the awkwardness of this whole conversation, and the sense of Rui's relatively privileged background. Her mind just goes to moving around a lot because of parents' jobs, and when he says he grew up on the streets she just has no idea how to even react to that. Then once the welcome topic change comes along, even then she's going have you ever been and you should definitely visit sometime - like he might have just hopped over there on vacation. Totally checks out that that'd be the way she'd be used to framing that sort of thing, but for a guy who's been living on the streets, it must sound absurd."I sort of...grew up on the streets, actually," he answered hesitantly.
Rui's eyes widened and the brightness vanished from her eyes. "Oh." She dropped her gaze to the ground. "Oh. I'm...I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
An awkward pause. Taking advantage of the silence to divert the attention away from himself, Wes curtly asked, "And you?"
"Oh, I'm from Agate Village!" She looked up at him again, appearing relieved to be talking about something else. "It's absolutely beautiful there—have you ever been?"
"No."
"Well, you should definitely visit sometime. It's completely different from anywhere else in Orre!"
How would you know?
Bwahaha."Well," he said after an awkward pause, "how do you like the rest of Orre, then?"
Almost immediately a voice screamed at him inside his head. She just got kidnapped, idiot! What kind of a question is that?
Is his name supposed to have a hyphen in it?Of course, the bright banner that stretched across the pillars and read "MAYOR ES-CADE WELCOMES YOU!" was also a slight giveaway.
Enjoy this way of putting it (specifically by invoking the description of the house again).The man was short—very short—and, like his house, made up for it in terms of width.
Feels like kind of a funny question to ask. If someone claims they have supernatural powers, I'm not going to ask "Are you sure?", right? It's not like I'm going to believe them if they just say they're sure, and odds are they wouldn't be asserting it as fact in the first place if they didn't feel pretty sure of it. I think this'd read more naturally if he just said it's very hard to believe; Rui's response and his from there could be the same, since my impression either way is that he just sort of provisionally humours her for the purposes of the conversation."Well, I won't pretend that this isn't...very hard to believe, my dear," said the mayor after a pregnant pause. "Are you certain about this...this gift of yours?"
Of course he does. We might not need it explicit in the narration that he doesn't trust drinks from strangers, I think.Wes didn't trust drinks from strangers, so he quietly declined his tea.
Wasn't their agreement just that Wes would take her to the mayor? I'm surprised he's not wondering why she's still following him.As the doors shut behind them, Wes couldn't help but feel that they had just wasted a massive amount of time. Rui must have sensed this, too, because he noticed she was staring at the ground with slumped shoulders as they walked to the Pokémon Center.
Had a bit of a double-take here because previously you stated Rui was "staring at the ground with slumped shoulders as they walked to the Pokémon Center", and then picked up with Neo and Novo being sent out, so my impression was they'd already made their way to the Pokémon Center - but now Wes is "about to head in the direction of" the Center.Wes was about to head in the direction of the Center when he noticed Rui stop short. What now? He followed her alarmed gaze to what she was staring at and suddenly he, too, stopped walking.
ohai NascourHe exuded an air of cold, crisp, precise cruelty as he walked. Wes had seen his share of men drunk with power who thought they had it all—but this man knew he was in charge, and was keenly aware of his own authority. The stranger passed them on the sidewalk, but not before turning his head to glance at them. Wes met the man's eyes for just a second, and felt a chill trickle down his spine; his eyes were red as blood.
This feels a bit on the nose; I'm not sure anyone thinks to themselves, "Man, I'm glad this person I just passed in the street is a stranger to me." Like, why wouldn't he be a stranger? It just makes me think like, "Wow, I sure am glad this guy is not going to be an important character!"Wes couldn't help but nod in agreement. He was immensely grateful that such a person was only a stranger and nothing more. He had a feeling he would never want to tangle with that man.
Presumably it was Alden who told him about Johto and made him want to go there in particular!Johto. Wes had only heard stories of it, but it sounded like a beautiful place, so entirely different from the sandy Orre Region. He'd heard about green forests that stretched as far as the eye could see, of giant shining lakes, of mountains that stretched so high you couldn't see their peaks. He'd dreamed of seeing it from the moment he first learned of its existence.
Huh, that's a lot longer than I was assuming. That's a while to spend with nothing to drink, no bathroom access, etc., especially in the desert.Rui surprised him by throwing him a withering look. "Yes, I'm hearing about it just now," she said scathingly. "It's not like I've spent the last twenty-four hours in a sack or anything!"
Oh yeah, you've talked about Wes worrying about her learning he used to be part of Snagem, haven't you. Bet that's going to be fun.She turned her eyes to his, and he was shocked at the amount of pure hatred he saw there. "Yes," she said quietly. "I hate Pokémon thieves. Snagem had this coming, and they deserve a whole lot worse."
I like how he makes this decision like, partly out of spite.The low voice came into his head again. Remember this, boy. Don't stick your neck out for nobody.
Anger burned in his chest at the intrusive voice. You don't get to tell me what to do. Not anymore.
Bwahaha. What an awkward dork."Well, the pigtails don't help," Wes blurted. Rui's eyebrows rose even higher, and he mentally kicked himself. Gods. Was it always this hard to have a normal conversation? He grabbed his water and spent a deliberately long time sipping at it, wishing more now than ever that he'd ordered a beer instead.
If she found out who he was, presumably?If she found out who she was… He remembered her face in the Center as she spoke about Snagem.
I had some trouble parsing this since I kept reading "the driver underneath her hands".Rui peeked at the driver underneath her hands covering her face.
*googles name*She pulled her gaze away from Wes to glance at her surroundings; at one point, she thought she saw some town ruins in the distance, and despite the desert heat, she shivered. Wes would probably scoff at her for it, but she hated even thinking of Noctis ruins. They were a bad omen.
this is exactly how they fuck in romance movies ruiThis is exactly how you die in horror movies, Rui.
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She couldn't help but notice that the golden rays of the setting sun matched his eyes. Rui balked at this sudden thought. What is wrong with you? she asked herself sternly. She shook her head slightly and then ducked into the cellar.
"only one bed" trope is kill 😔The cellar door slammed shut and Wes stepped into the room behind her. "It's really not much," he said, "but it's the best option available out here." He must have noticed her eyeing the tiny mattress, because he then added, "You can take that. I'll sleep on the floor."
a person who is secretly a WEREWOLFWhat kind of person liked to sleep on the floor?
oh no hes going to make a terrible vanity project action movieWes removed his blue coat, revealing a black tank top underneath.
imagining a meme where novo is looking outside at night and its captioned "STFU IM WATCHING THE NIGHT""It's for Novo," he answered simply. "He likes to watch at night."
oh god i hope her moms not the woman that says her mightyena is her boyfriendRui raised a hand to her necklace once more as fond childhood memories of her mother's Pokémon, another Dark-type, rose to the surface.
im fucking screaming i love this omg"No...please...no—"
Rui paused. Should I wake him? she wondered anxiously. She was pondering what to do when Novo, without a sound, slipped from his perch atop his crate down to the floor below, and stepped up to his trainer.
The room brightened a little as his rings filled with light. He bowed his head, touching his muzzle to Wes' forehead, and a soft hum filled the room. After a brief moment, the sound faded, the lights dimmed, and Wes fell back into peaceful slumber with a quiet sigh.
Novo silently stalked back to his crate without sparing Rui so much as a passing glance. She could only stare at him in wonder. What was that? Was this a common occurrence? She'd never seen a Pokémon use Hypnosis on their trainer before...
Rui rested her head back on her pillow. It seemed the more time she spent with this unusual trio, the more questions she had. She was pondering these many questions when she finally drifted back to sleep.
COLOSSEUM MENTIONED SPEEDRUN COMPLETEWes shrugged. "Thought I might take on the Colosseum challenge there."
i was gonna make another comment about the #NukeOrre meme from tpp being real but then when i was searching up this quote i accidentally saw a section in another chapter that spoiled that it genuinely was a nuke and i dont know what to say nowRui laughed again. "Come on. You and I both know Pokémon aren't easy to come by. They haven't been since the Johtohan War." The smile faded from her face a little. "I...I don't do Pokémon, anyway."