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Posted: Mar 23 2018, 09:57 PM
© Jen // CURRENTLY Offline
Wes didn't think the area they were in had been messed up by the battle. There was more sand now, sure. But Midgar was a ruin and this spot was already a mess long before they even got here. Someone might come by and wonder just what happened here recently, but it wasn't like anyone was going to get in trouble for this.
Well, maybe the Peon would. But that was up for the cops to decide.
As they started to follow Black out of the area, Wes approached Chandelure, lightly patting the side of the ghost's glassy head. "Great job." Chandelure blushed, his flames going pink momentarily before he followed after his Trainer, humming as he floated along. Ninetales remained at his side, while Combee buzzed after them.
The answer Wes had squeezed out of the Peon... it could wait. Right now, all he wanted was to get out of here, get this guy locked up and get Skarmory all healed up. Then he was making sure that he, Black and all the Pokemon got something to eat - they deserved it.
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