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Mun and Muse are both adults.

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Games..? It resents that! Greatly!

🐲 : “Fraaaaaahhhh.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ”

This was a challenge, and it wasn't taking no for an answer, swooping right on in to swipe at its target with a Dragon Claw, aiming more for a reaction than a direct hit.

It was fast.

It could draw their attention a bit...
July 17, 2025 at 8:13 AM
(‘...no way whatever just happened was normal. And he's really actin' like it is. ...I gotta know.’)

Wes would ready a Pokeball, clutching it close before tossing it up in the air, letting out Flygon once more.

The dragon spreads its wings, and lets out a loud roar to get the bird's attention.
July 17, 2025 at 7:29 AM
(‘...not gettin' good vibes from him...’)

Wes would dismount Flygon, landing with a silent puff of dust before recalling the dragon to its ball.

Once he was on the ground, he darted a bit closer, keeping behind whatever cover he could while listening in.
July 17, 2025 at 6:41 AM
July 16, 2025 at 7:33 AM
It reminded him of something else.

...and a certain someone wouldn't want him ignoring it. So, Wes looks to Flygon.

“Think we can take 'em long enough to ask questions..?”

🐲 : “Frrrah..!”

With a hum, the trainer- no, hunter, would nod, pulling his visor down before Flygon flies toward the,

July 16, 2025 at 5:42 AM
“...just what in the hell..?”

Flygon was still incredibly wary, having landed behind whatever parts of the landscape were still intact, be it a bush, a boulder- anything.

That was definitely a Moltres... but something was off.

And the way it just... overwhelmed, obliterated those Pokémon...

July 16, 2025 at 5:42 AM
“Shhhit, Flygon-”

Wes was ready for the lights to go out, admittedly. Now more than ever, was he glad Flygon usually opted to do its own thing, only going along with Wes when it truly mattered.

And in this case, it knew what to do, letting out a deafening Boom Burst to obliterate the debris!
July 15, 2025 at 8:04 AM
Wes couldn't even utter a word in time- Flygon had taken the reins once again, flapping its wings and flailing its tail around erratically as it dodged a few splinters and branches...

But then came whatever flew sky-high.

On its way back down, looking right about to crush the trainer...

July 15, 2025 at 8:04 AM
July 15, 2025 at 7:40 AM
🐲 : “Fweeeeehhh?!”

Oh, sweet Arceus, it was a dream come true! Wes didn't even have the time to react- Flygon swoops behind him, picking the trainer up on its back before flying up, up and away!

...it's a good thing he parked the bike... 💧
July 15, 2025 at 5:30 AM
🐲 : “Fly! Frrraaahhh..!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. If you'd listen for a second, you'd realize you're wastin' your breath.”

“...I wanna fly.”

July 15, 2025 at 5:30 AM
July 14, 2025 at 4:42 AM
“Type advantage? Uh, sure. A few of 'em do, I think. even if there's not many, I know Umbreon and Espeon could probably fill those gaps, right guys?”

☀️ “Vui!”

🌕 “B-b-b-re!”

“What's this new method, then? He find a way to move the relic stone without pissin' off Creation?”

His name for Celebi.
July 14, 2025 at 4:41 AM
?
July 13, 2025 at 6:09 PM
(‘...that a fuckin' Camerupt onesie..?’)
July 13, 2025 at 5:43 PM
“You 'member the Kids' Grid? Them little punks? Gave a bunch to them once we parted ways.”

“I wasn't about to raise 'em as desert nomads. They deserved better. So did those brats, so... seemed like the best decision.”
July 10, 2025 at 11:34 PM
“Look, I've had it since I was fourteen. Shouldn't have even been driving it at that point, but nobody in Orre gave a fuck back then...”

That, in itself, is a story for another time. Only Umbreon and Espeon know that story, for now.

“But I can leave 'er in the garage for a bit. No big deal.”
July 10, 2025 at 3:08 AM
“...I'll think on that. I, uh... I got your email. And if you can't come get me, I might have a way outta here by air. Just... really isn't as fast as the bike.”

It is kind of his pride and joy, beside his Pokémon.

“Livin' life ‘normally’ just sounds... weird, at this point. Doable, but weird...”
July 10, 2025 at 3:00 AM
“...maybe you got me there. Probably tons. But I got a bit of a name to live down before I can try most of it.”

Espeon's ear flicks, looking up at Wes from its spot on the floor, right next to Rui's feet.

“Life's always gonna be different for me, I think. More about survivin' than livin'.”

July 10, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Nnnnope. He's not about the Rotom Phone, if he had to be honest. For a couple reasons.

“Uhh... how easy is it to track one a' these things, exactly? Tell me that, and a price, and I'll look into it.”

“Next, uh... is that. Safe? I know fossil Pokémon are pretty common now, but...”
July 10, 2025 at 2:32 AM
“...mean a lot comin' from you. Believe me, it does. But aside bein' a scavenger most a' my life, what with workin' for Gonzap those few years... always movin' one way or another.”

He'd shake his head.

“I 'preciate it. I do. But I'm dust in the wind. Ain't much to come home to, y'know..?”
July 10, 2025 at 1:16 AM
(‘...it's not like I'm gonna book it or anythin'. I don't wanna mess with whatever Hearts is. And Joker... Joker is a part of her crew now. I wouldn't mess with him, either...’)

Yeah, he'll just let the master do her thing.

He just knows his bike parts for the most of it.
July 10, 2025 at 12:55 AM
Hm... he'd have to think on this. He's always got someone, or something looking for an evo stone. Pretty hard to come by in a place like Orre, at least in stores.

“Mh... that Fire Stone. I dunno how much it's goin' for, but I got a huge pile a' scrap in the side car you can look at.”
July 10, 2025 at 12:51 AM
before turning back to Rui again.

“...Ru, why are ya lookin' like you're chokin' on Stun Spore.”

Only to be interrupted by the sight of Rui looking all embarrassed.
July 10, 2025 at 12:48 AM
...engaged? That's... a marriage term. He hadn't really thought about marriage in... wait, he's never really even thought about marriage, now that he looks back on it.

A little too free with the breeze to settle down with someone.

Never even crossed his mind.

It takes a second to process,

July 10, 2025 at 12:48 AM