Wes lands on his feet. One would think being thrown out of an interdimensional wormhole would knock the sails out of someone but years of being pumped up on drugs give Wes the ability to secure his landing. The man immediately recovers and looks around, both his gold eye and his blue eye surveying his surroundings.
Where was his master?
What was this place? This wasn't the desolate sand-wastes of Orre. The air is crisp and fresh and everything is green. Wes looks around in confusion. He wasn't supposed to be on a mission and yet here he was. Without his Pokemon too...
If he sees you or hears you, he'll turn and growl, balling his metal fist. Is he an animal? If you've somehow managed to wrestle him to the Pokemon Centre, he's also growling at the Nurse Joy. Oh dear...
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B. The Alola Community Plaza
He was told to go to the community plaza to get himself orientated. He assumed this was a simple order and one he could do quickly. However, he didn't really expect for so many people to be there. He's not used to crowds. He was a stealth weapon and he usually operated alone or with Doc... this was very out of his element.
He stares long and hard at the pamphlets before walking away from them and does his best to avoid the rides. Honestly, he's a little uncomfortable with all these people asking him if he needed help. People always wanted something. Something from him. What did they want? Why did they want to help?
"Leave... me alone..." He growls, voice raspy from lack of use.
Would they leave him alone if he took something? Well... whether you find him scowling at the helpful tour guides or picking up a pumpkin and walking off, it's evident this man needs help.
He sure as hell looks like he doesn't know what a pumpkin is.
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H. is for Hospital
He got into a fight again. Not that this wasn't unexpected, Wes was used to getting into fights all the time. What was unexpected was that Bewear appeared out of nowhere and blocked his punch with its own punch. Wes was strong and steel was strong but so was that Pokemon, so the fight ended with the damaged machine.
Damn it. He needed his own Pokemon. Espeon and Umbreon weren't here though... and... and he didn't want anyone else. Could another Pokemon understand him like his partners?
You may see Wes walking towards the hospital, holding the purple machine that constituted for his arm. He growls as he slowly takes the machine off his stump of a shoulder, barely wincing as spark flies.
Maybe help him get into the hospital? Or attend to this patient when he gets there? Or maybe redirect him to a mechanic...
Wes | Pokemon Colloseum (Post Game AU details on his page)
Wes lands on his feet. One would think being thrown out of an interdimensional wormhole would knock the sails out of someone but years of being pumped up on drugs give Wes the ability to secure his landing. The man immediately recovers and looks around, both his gold eye and his blue eye surveying his surroundings.
Where was his master?
What was this place? This wasn't the desolate sand-wastes of Orre. The air is crisp and fresh and everything is green. Wes looks around in confusion. He wasn't supposed to be on a mission and yet here he was. Without his Pokemon too...
If he sees you or hears you, he'll turn and growl, balling his metal fist. Is he an animal? If you've somehow managed to wrestle him to the Pokemon Centre, he's also growling at the Nurse Joy. Oh dear...
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B. The Alola Community Plaza
He was told to go to the community plaza to get himself orientated. He assumed this was a simple order and one he could do quickly. However, he didn't really expect for so many people to be there. He's not used to crowds. He was a stealth weapon and he usually operated alone or with Doc... this was very out of his element.
He stares long and hard at the pamphlets before walking away from them and does his best to avoid the rides. Honestly, he's a little uncomfortable with all these people asking him if he needed help. People always wanted something. Something from him. What did they want? Why did they want to help?
"Leave... me alone..." He growls, voice raspy from lack of use.
Would they leave him alone if he took something? Well... whether you find him scowling at the helpful tour guides or picking up a pumpkin and walking off, it's evident this man needs help.
He sure as hell looks like he doesn't know what a pumpkin is.
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H. is for Hospital
He got into a fight again. Not that this wasn't unexpected, Wes was used to getting into fights all the time. What was unexpected was that Bewear appeared out of nowhere and blocked his punch with its own punch. Wes was strong and steel was strong but so was that Pokemon, so the fight ended with the damaged machine.
Damn it. He needed his own Pokemon. Espeon and Umbreon weren't here though... and... and he didn't want anyone else. Could another Pokemon understand him like his partners?
You may see Wes walking towards the hospital, holding the purple machine that constituted for his arm. He growls as he slowly takes the machine off his stump of a shoulder, barely wincing as spark flies.
Maybe help him get into the hospital? Or attend to this patient when he gets there? Or maybe redirect him to a mechanic...