*Dashing through road way after road way, she was huffing mad when she seemed to be looking for some place, or someone, who could help. Then she saw it- the life-saving building for Pokémon. She could remember it clear as day. Dashing as fast as her legs could take her, she darts to the doors, looking for help*
*out of breath* M-my friend... *she's carrying in her arms what appears to be a partially dead Kirlia = . She lifts him for you to take him out of your arms* H-he won't wake up...!
Oh boy... this'll be diffacult then, healing machine wont work on wild ones, I'm going to have to take him to the back, and work from there... +whistles+
++a chancey and a tabuune walk in witha stretcher, she puts the kirlia on there and the three go off into the back, a light with a shot needle on it lights up+
*is aguring with a Aggron while i drag him into the center and my Blaziken face palms watching us*
Me: Your gonna get check out, you aim is usally even more spot on then Wing's
Aggron: *speaking like a human but with a deep tough guy voice* Wing is a freakin Swellow, there hole attack is based on being right on the dot!
Me: Not really, Wing has missed bigger targets
Aggron: No, the biggest he has fought agenst was Groudon and he landed each attack!
Me: Your point?
Aggron: I'm not a freakin Swellow! *trips me with his tail and trys to escape*
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