itās also been a minute since iāve done one of these so iām veeeery sure iām missing some. feel free to im me or reply to this w what iām missing ok thank uuu
WES.
i owe: harley ( o2 )
waiting on: cheren, harley ( o1 ), rui, michael, morty
Through his own personal observations, he concluded that individuals who had spirits tethered to them or had brushes with death tend to have a sort of presence stuck to them. It was the same with grudges and curses, but they donāt permeate as strongly as the aforementioned categories. Those were much harder to deal with, and there really is no way to fully erase certain presences. All he could offer was some charms to mute it.
So, when he met one Wes Wagner, he caught his attention immediately.
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Although it was roundabout, Mortyās words had confirmed Wesās worst fears. Something really wasĀ still in that house. SomeoneĀ else really was still in that house. His father was. All this time. All these years, heād never left.
He felt something pit into his stomach, drawing all the moisture from his throat. It had been fourteen years since heād lost him. Fourteen years.Ā
With his eyes scanning seemingly nothing, lost in thought, he figured the best place to move forward was to just... say what was on his mind.Ā āI have to admit, things did feel... different. But... I guess itās like, when youāre so used to the way a place smells, you donāt smell it anymore? Might be the same way. Ever since I was a little kid, I felt like there were ghosts in this house ā in a purely metaphorical sense. My mom would always be out, and my dad would work till... two-three in the morning. That late. I spent so many days just by myself, only catching glances of my parents at a time. So I guess, coming back, it felt the same way. Alone, like I was used to, but... like somethingās supposed to live here. I thought it was just denial.ā
But the second presumption Morty stated gave Wes room for pause. Maybe.. Maybe Leo did just leave him alone. Maybe thatās all heād ever wanted. To let Wes be at peace, despite the fact that he couldnāt leave. He decided to push that thought aside for the moment. Like Morty said, theyād never know more until they got in there.
With a hesitant hand turning his familiar doorknob, he entered, leading immediately into the stairs, and to the right, the living room. Despite Mortyās presence, the place felt no different. It felt no more... unsettling, as if whatever presence was there wasnāt upset by him being there.
Hearing Wes speak to him in that tender, familiar tone nearly sprung fresh tears in his eyes. He looked weak, probably still at risk for a relapse but heās still alive. Harley closes his eyes to compose himself for a moment, clenching his hands just out of sight before visibly relaxing.Ā āItās fine. I doubt this was a deliberate effort on your end to give me gray hair before I hit my forties,ā he quips back with a small smile.
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He quietly watched Harleyās concern with as much foggy-eyed attention as he could muster, following the teacher as he buzzed around, getting food prepared, mumbling to himself and Wes ( though, Wes could mostly feel as though it was Harley speaking to himself more than anyone ) the instructions just to keep Wes alive and kicking.
It wouldāve been enough to bring a tear to his eye, had he not been so tired and drained that he physically seemed like he couldnāt do so.
He nodded, did what he was told, and acquiesced every one of Harleyās requests. In his weary state, it was practically all he could do before he had to lay down once more to recharge and recover from his injuries.
But at the very least... it seemed like he was going to be alright.
He didnāt really... dream; all he could do was close his eyes and float between this stage of consciousness and unconsciousness where he could only reminisce on all that had transpired.
Man, what a hell of a way to introduce Orre to him. To Harley. If he could, he would scowl; Harley deserved better than this. As soon as he was able, heād show Harley around, true and proper. Heād introduce him to Rui... Cail... show him around the nice parts of the region, like Realgam and Agate.Ā
That would be worth his while... That would be what Harley deserved. Latching onto that one last thread of hope, Wes found himself dozing off.
Sunlight began to leak through the windows to alert them of a new day. Funny; Wes remembered it only being midday when Harley was taking care of him; it seemed that his body simply needed thatĀ much rest. With a long breath, he awoke in a much different position than heād started out in, having twisted and turned in the normal fashion of sleep all throughout yesterday leading into the morning.
He felt different. He felt... okay. And with that, he arose, and he arose with ease, looking over to where Harley might be.Ā āHarley...? You ready to finally head out?ā
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definitely one thing that wes likes about cheren is how calm and collected he is! heās met... way too many people who are either chaotic ( not bad ) or immature for their age ( bad ) and he just... likes having company where weāre all just calm and relaxed and... mom-like, admittedly jfljkas
he also likes, in that same vein, how much cheren cares for his students and younger children. itās a good quality to have, especially for one whoās only 21
It was getting late into the night at the ONBS building. The office party had long since wound down and most everyone had left for home, but Michael was still wide awake and buzzing with energy from all the sweets and junk food he had eaten. He hadnāt even meant to be there for it, really; he had just stopped by that evening to catch up with them as he usually did, when they had invited him and his Pokemon to join in on the fun. Seeing the others more tired than he was, Michael offered to stay behind and clean up while they closed shop as usual, and so was the last person there when all the lights were turned off.
āYāknow, we should visit more often, if this is a regular thing they do,ā Michael said to his partner Veeno through a mouthful of jelly donut once they were done.
The Jolteon wuffed in eager agreement, carefully placing the last ball of scrap paper into the trash bin before trotting off to the exit.
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Well this was certainly a turn of events.Ā āIāve done this plenty of times before!ā is not something you often hear when it comes to the subject of dealing with Shadow Pokemon. For a moment, Wes was apt to simply believe the young man was simply thinking this was just another Pokemon battle, but as the boy kept talking, he said one word that threw all of that right out the window.
Snag.
Okay, so the kid really did know what he was doing; he probably did do this plenty more times than even Wes did. It gave a certain relief to his heart that he wouldnāt have to grab another reckless kid by the shirt and drag him out of there. At least he knew what he was doing.
With a nod to this kid ā this... Light of Orre; Wes stillĀ didnāt know his name by now ā he returned his Espeon and left Umo there to help out Jolteon. This Pokemon, while it was strong, wouldāve been crushed right under Eoās powerful Psychic, and the point wasnāt to faintĀ the Luxray; that didnāt help with anything. Umo had just enough bulk and not enough bite, so the thing could probably survive a hit or two.
He... graciouslyĀ decided to ignore the little kidās freakout until it was more appropriate to deal with it. For now,Ā āUmo, okay! Help Veeno out! Use Helping Hand!ā And Umbreon did, boofing out encouragement for his fellow Eeveelution to power him up.
Wyze, by then, looked pretty flustered.Ā "What the hell man! Now youāre really ganging up on me! Fine ā go, Machamp!ā He sent out his own Pokemon by then ā a regular Machamp, which didnāt hesitate to hurl out a Brick Break against Umo, who, thankfully with all his bulk, took it like a champ.
āShit! Okay, Iāll deal with that Luxray if you help me out with Machamp, okay?ā He looked to Michael, seeing the determination in his eyes.Ā
They were going to be just fine. They both had the right tools for the job, anyway.
@ Wes: When he's not wearing gloves, his hands gets cold real easy. icy fingers.
He definitely does, and as a boyfriend, would be the type to tease with a deadpan expressionĀ āfeel my hands, theyāre coldā and just. Splap his hand against Harleyās cheek.
I headcanon squirrels store things in Harleyās hair (:
headcanon: wes actually hates del monte brand corn because it's canned corn. not that canned corn is the worst, but we can do a whole lot better. we go fresh in this house
Listen. Heāll definitely do canned corn in a pinch / during one of his depressive days, but fresh is the best by far.
I headcanon Rileyās a big fan of jazz music, and that he has a decent singing voice!
For a split-second, when the barista asked what name they should write on it, Wes considered using his old disguise name, something like Chris or even Lena. But he was tired, then, tired of having to hide, and he withheld, looking to them and smiling with a simpleĀ āWesā slipping out of his lips with a short nod and hands clasped together at his navel.
He could already feel the eyes watching him as he spoke, the more-uncommon name turning a few looks his way. Well, if he wasnāt movie director Wes Anderson, it had to be that other WesĀ ā the one that saved Orre ā and one glance towards him would confirm the latter.
At times like this, heād really just rather be alone.
Sure, he was back in Unova for a short time, but the amount of people who recognized him only seemed to grow more and more... and frankly, that was what heād come here to avoid, wasnāt it? Well, nowadays, it was to visit Harley and the beach house and things like that, but still, the idea of being so easily recognizable... as a hero... discomforted him.Ā
He was no hero... anyone with half a brain and half the guts wouldāve done just the same as he did. It was just like those kids that defeated Plasma years ago. They were no heroes, they were just... children. Children being forced into a situation they never shouldāve ā and because they did it and because they were so young, they were called heroes. If they had been adults, they wouldāve just been doing their job.
He pushed that thought into the back of his mind when his name was finally called for his drink. Wasnāt really the time nor place to be mulling about that negativity, anyway, and now all he needed was a place to... sit down an relax.
He took the offer with a small smile.Ā āHi... thanks. Um... I donāt happen to know you, do I?ā It seemed like a silly question to ask, but in Wesās experience in Orre, things like this never happened, and as far as he remembered, neither in Unova. The only reason someone mustāve done something like this was if... he knew Wes somehow, and Wes knew him.
He was starting to believe firmly that it was the former.
Within a medium sized, rectangular and thin box that's wrapped in blue wrapping paper, lies a folded up scarf-- a Silk Scarf, to be exact. There's also a Pink Bow and a Polkadot Bow, too. (I imagine that you'd know of these, but these would help boost the power of Normal-type move. It has certainly helped me, and I'm hoping it'll be useful for your Pokemon, too) - your Secret Santa
Wes has certainly heard of a Silk Scarf; after all, he had had Eo hold onto one for the longest time throughout his journeys. The Pink and Polkadot Bow, however, he hasnāt heard of those. Thinking them a cute fashion accessory, he affixes the former to Eo, and the latter to Umo. What a cute matching pair they are.
He reads the note, and smiles further, petting his Pokemon idly as he does so.Ā Thatās very sweet of them, isnāt it?
ā¢ living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other
ā¢ parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather
ā¢ sibling(s): sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other
ā¢ relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | itās complicated
ā¢ things iāve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them
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