Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140418180855/@comment-24296957-20140420153741

Amet slowly came to amiss a swarm of chaos. He scratched his head, moaned, and suddenly stood up straight.

"My Pokemon..."

Amet bolted for the door, seeing a Furret poke it's head through. Just as quickly as it came, the Pokemon dissapeared. Suddenly, the stones blew apart. Amet backed off, grimaced, and stumbled through the rubble. He yelled out to his Pokemon.

"FENICE, VAMPA, PALLA, TO ME!" Amet let out a shaky breath. He had just came back from a direct Thundershock and lived to tell the tale. He should've been taking it easy. But in this confusion, Amet was needed again. He dropped to a knee, clutching the ground. He was about to black out again. But something brought him back. Maybe it was the familiar cries of his Pokemon.

He hovered over them, stammering. "Thank...you for...coming." Amet let out a heavy breath. "But we've..got work to do." The boy slowly rose, Fencie flying to his should, Palla in his arms, Vampa on his other shoulder. He staggered up the steps,  collapsing by the scientist and a small girl holding a Ralts.

"Looks like...you could use some help, Sir." Amet tripped over his own words. "Vampa, Fenice, Palla...keep this guy protected, ok?"

Amet clutched his chest, the man shooting him a quizzical glance. His hand groped his torso, feeling his heartbeat. He let out a stifled gasps. His hand fell to his side, a look of grim understanding on his face. That would explain why he was having a hard time living. The Thundershock had thrown his heart out of sync.

"Irregular."