| Subject: Mist's eyes flick over the room casually... |
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Date Posted: 03:58:13 12/03/01 Mon
In reply to:
FJP
's message, "Mist And Christina" on 14:41:06 12/01/01 Sat
Lowering her voice to a barely audible whisper, she speaks to Christina. "Go for any Pokeballs laying in the open. Tell the trainers that you need to inspect their pokemon outside, where there's more room... for official reasons," she says, before turning away, heading for what she deemed an appropriate trainer. The somewhat elderly man had a Rhydon and a Pidgeotto with him, but Mist saw at least one other pokeball as well. Putting on a charming voice, she stopped beside him. "Excuse me, sir, we need to inspect your pokemon for a moment outside... We've gotten word that there's been a virus going around, and it would be terrible if those adorable pokemon of your's got sick." She says this all with a smile, managing to hide the fact that she was loathing every minute of it.
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