#maskedqueue

“Some say that you need to have raw talent or special abilities to become a really powerful trainer, but I disagree.

“That’s an interesting outfit you have going on. 

“Is anyone even going to visit tonight?” He asked aloud, earning a few looks from his coworkers. Most of them seemed to be as bored as he was, so he wasn’t worried about the looks. Fortunately none of the managers were around, nor were any of the owners. Will found this strange since there was always at least one wandering around to check in on them all. Gwendolyn had been around earlier, but that was well over an hour ago. He had also seen the rabbit, but he went straight to his office, giving off the impression that he didn’t wish to be disturbed. Then again, this tended to be normal with him and Will knew to stay away.

As he heaved another sigh, the sound of the front door opening caught his attention. Immediately he headed over, and was greeted with a potential customer. Giving the other a bow, Will focused his attention on them.

It wasn’t often that Will would sneak off to a nightclub during his off time, let alone without Karen in tow. If he were ever caught at such a place it would be tabloid fodder and bring disgrace to both himself and the league as a whole. 

That’s why, whenever he did go out, he made it so people didn’t recognize him; he ditched his mask and usual form of dress, instead choosing something simple and less flashy. A simple t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of lightly tinted sunglasses was all he wore, and if anyone asked him for his name, he would make up one on the spot. He also made sure that his powers remained solely focused on blocking out the thoughts of those in the club. If he didn’t the sheer level of noise and chaos would leave him in a mess on the floor and with a migraine that would last a good week.

Despite all the risks and precautions, Will still enjoyed being in this type of environment. No one knew him, and he felt that he could truly be open about a side of him that he kept hidden and buried deep down. Plus the possible one night stands were a good distraction from whatever thoughts and problems he was avoiding, and he would never say no if someone appealing came up and started hitting on him. He craved such attention for it made him feel wanted and desirable, something that he never really felt for multiple reasons.

He soon found himself pushed out of his thoughts as he felt a pair of eyes upon him. Looking around, it took the psychic only a few minutes to find out who exactly was staring, and his blood soon ran cold. Will did not expect to run into anyone he knew, let alone another league member, and if the other figured out who he was and why he was here...

He needed to leave, or at least lose himself in the crowd.

Once he found out that Natu could be released, provided that none of his powers could be used, Will wasted no time in releasing his companion who immediately perched on his shoulder. The two then went over to the food table; Will picking out a variety of sweets while also preparing a plate full of berries and nuts for Natu.

As he made to reach for what looked to be some oran berries, a familiar figure cut in front of him.

“It seems we are going to have to try harder.” Xatu looked to Will as he spoke, his expression neutral despite his eyes reflecting worry. The pokemon knew how high his trainer held himself, and a recent string of losses were beginning to weigh him down. In times like this it wasn’t uncommon for Will to train non stop, often to the point of making himself sick. Xatu sincerely hoped this wouldn’t be another of those times, though his future vision ruined his hopes.