[attr="class","lina"]

[attr="class","lina b"]

[attr="class","lina i"]she needs... well, admittedly, a lot of things. more time, more hands, the ability to not succumb to the sleeping patterns necessary to stay healthy, and a shit ton of energy drinks.

unfortunately, she can only really solve one of the issues at hand.

and it's how she finds herself in new mauville, wandering around with her trusty little shithead of a magnemite and a wrench. where the magnemite can't battle, she can. at least, she'd hit something on the noggin to knock it out if all other avenues promptly go to hell in a hand basket.

"i need more yous."

she puts on her best puppy dog look, as if pleading with the magnemite for something it doesn't understand.

"can you, like, put out a bat signal or something? call your brothers or, well, sisters too. any of them, really."

solo wild.