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[It's night, and Marluxia is holding the camera up to watch Oddish fighting a Spinarak. The little seedling is furiously attacking to the best of its ability while the defending creature shoots web in an attempt to slow it down.]

Yes, go! We're getting there!

[He suddenly tosses down his camera, leaving the pokegear skewed in the grass. There is a familiar flash of light and sound indicating that he threw a Pokeball.

A moment passes, and all is quiet, except for a small grunt of satisfaction.]

Good job, Linden. Now lets' see what our new companion can do...

[He puts his hand over the lens, and turns off the transmission.]