The Pokemon and Human Center: Zoroark TFIt was the middle of the day. I had a great run with my Pokemon partners. We'd just beaten a gym, and now, we needed to stop by the Pokemon Center. I'm Ryan, and I'm pursuing a great achievement in being the best of the best of all Pokemon Trainers! I had broken my left arm recently. I had it in a white colored casting, but that hasn't held me back! I keep on battling until the end of the day!
I had approached a somewhat special Pokemon Center. It was on the edge of the city. There was a thick woodland area behind it. There were also few houses which surrounded it. There was a slowly decaying sign that said, Welcome to the Pokemon Center! We heal your Pokemon AND YOU!
'Maybe they can help with my arm...?' I thought to myself.
I saw my reflection in the window. Scruffy light-brown hair, green eyes, a normal face, tall for my pre-teen age of thirteen, standing at 5 and a half feet tall. It was bitter out, and getting late. I scurried inside quickly.
"Hello, and would you like to heal you
Gone (Dusknoir TF)
"Okay, no time to waste, I'm ready for another one. The last one went well, I want to keep that up." Ridley rubbed his hands with each other and stood right in front of the computer.
It is relieving to see you eager to continue, doctor. Have you already chosen the next species for this matter? Gear inquired and readied a vial without filling it yet.
"Hum... No?" The man scratched his head, grinning awkwardly while doing so.
"Eheh..." Alex chuckled and attempted to give advice. "Maybe you should go for some type you didn't use before? Or just something interesting? There's still a lot to do... A-as long as it's not a legendary, please."
"Hm, good point. So far we didn't do any water types, even if it's the most common one, heh. Same goes for psychics, poison types, normal types, ice types, and bugs..." The traveller quoted out loud. "I don't think I forgot any, even if nothing prevents us from doing something out of that list."
Indeed, none of those have been made. Ultimately,
Sanity check (Genesect TF)
"What do you mean, no identity? I thought you found that person." Ridley scratched his head in confusion while keeping the other hand in his pocket.
I did, and my previous statement is valid. At first, I searched for a name, and found several different ones instead. However, none of them matched the individual in question. Gear, for once, sounded like interested by this affair.
"So... You mean that person stole some identities? This doesn't sound good..." The Noivern stood behind her caretaker, not really looking at ease after her conclusion.
I must warn you immediately, doctor. The man you are looking for is young and may look innocent, but appearances are misleading. Besides, I have not found his real name, only substitutes. The computer displayed information on its screen, although neither of the other protagonists paid attention to that yet.
"...We're talking about the guy who murdered someone and vanished. I'll be careful." The traveller took a relatively serious gla