[Alex walked away from Ikkou and Mags.]

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[color=8A2BE2][h2]Mags Specter[/h2][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Beryl Town
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Ikkou (by [@Yankee]) [/center]

[quote][color=cornflowerblue]"I'm sorry! Are you alright? Here–"[/color][/quote]

Mags watched as the young man leaned over, extending his hand out to help her. She lightly smacked his hand away and made a foul face. Slowly, she got herself up off of the ground. 

[color=8A2BE2]“I don’t need help! I can get up on my own--owww.”[/color] She winced, her lower back shooting up in pain. She took a moment to gently massage the spot before turning her attention around. Standing before her was a young man with silver hair and light blue eyes. He was a foot shorter than her, but looked roughly close to her in age. Floating next to him was some kind of bell Pokemon. Mags was about to chew out her “assailant” when suddenly she realized…weren’t there two people “responsible” for this mess?

[color=8A2BE2]“Where did the other person go…?”[/color] She murmured, looking around. She caught a figure looking vaguely familiar walking off into the distance but decided to let it go. It wasn’t worth chasing after.

[color=8A2BE2]“Ugh, never mind.”[/color] She grumbled, she turned back to face the boy. [color=8A2BE2]“[i]You.[/i] You are responsible for this. You need to look where you’re going, pal. I could’ve gotten seriously hurt! And if I already did…w-well you’re gonna be paying for my medical bills! And stuff!”[/color]

Suddenly, Mags was reminded of the fact that she hated hospitals. There was no way she’d go to one. But if she had to, she sure as anything wasn’t going to be paying for it. Nuh-uh.

Mags took a moment to rub her lower back again and groaned. The pain was still there, and it hurt. She hoped she didn’t bust her booty bone. She knew of one guy back home who did something like that once; he had to sit on a seat shaped like a donut for weeks! 

[i]‘No way I could do that.’[/i] Mags thought to herself. [i]‘That’d totally cramp up my style.’[/i]

After briefly pondering about donut-shaped cushions for injured bottoms, Mags realized she didn’t know the name of the “scoundrel” who “bumped” into her. She also didn’t know what that bell of a Pokemon was that he had.

[color=8A2BE2]“Who are you, anyway? What’s your name?”[/color] She asked, giving an irritated look and a slight huff. She glanced towards his Pokemon. [color=8A2BE2]“And what’s…[i]that[/i] thing?”[/color]