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[pikana]

For any muse really needing an App sample

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[withoutcontrolofmyself]

The night was quiet, the streets still, the people missing. Usually when he was out like this, he was stalking some defenceless Pokemon Trainer- ready to steal their Pokemon before they could even scream- or a scientist with a long list of important documents. However, the streets of this city lacked Pokemon at all, nor did they have anything worth stealing. It was all in all, a worthless place, but that was fine since Wes also lacked Pokemon and purpose.

Wes couldn't register he missed his snarky Espeon or his happy-go-lucky Umbreon, but he did feel rather hollow without his partners who spoke on his behalf. It had been a long time since he had to talk to someone on his own.

Not that he couldn't, but it was difficult for the man. Forming speech was a lot harder than balling a mechanical fist and punching someone's lights out.

But... he was lost. Without Team Cipher directing him, or the lack of desert, Wes wasn't sure where he was. The next person to come along... he'd follow them. Then he would... talk.