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IRIS DRAGOMIRE

The speakers were malfunctioning again.

This happened at least once a week, and usually required a simple fist banging against the top to get them back to normal, but every few times, as if they sensed just when would be the best time to irritate the legendary Champion, they'd do nothing but let out a mocking crackle and a series of mildly dangerous sounding pops the legendary was sure had something to do with the fuses that she never bothered to handle. So, after rattling the specific speaker giving her trouble for a good five minutes, to no success, Iris resigned to the fact that she was going to have to actually get her hands dirty.

And that was how a usually dignified ex-Champion and leader of the extinct Village of Dragons found herself trying to balance on one of those dreaded chairs with wheels, her back screaming with protest and a grimace of anger on her face, Iris was a usually calm person, but trying to mess with the wires and whatnot... ugh. The girl had managed to get the back of the speaker open, only after swearing so loudly that she deterred a few customers that thought it would be a good idea to peek into the flower shop. Those amber eyes leered into the shadowy chamber encasing the speakers vital wires, still grimacing angrily. Sadly, the girl had no idea what she was looking for, so instead of trying to find a manual, the girl decided to start rifling through the different wires. Later, thinking back on the moment, the man would realize how dumb she had been.

Zap! One frayed wire later, an unstable chair, and a very choice swear word, and the legendary Unova Champion, Iris, the "Dragon tamer", flower shop owner, and world reknowned pianists, found herself lying on the floor, breath coming in with sharp, lurching gasps, half because of the horrendous pain in her back, the kind of pain that makes a person convulse and the eyes roll up into the back of the head, and half because the current of electricity had stolen the breath right from her chest. The girl never would have admitted that tears welled up in her eyes at that moment, or that she'd just ended the lives of many exotic plants, the, luckily, crushable pots collapsed under her body and soil spilled everywhere.

The pain continued to flare across her body, and for many long moments the Dragon master could do nothing but simple jerks of her legs with spastic movements and clench and unclench her fists in the soil. She'd snapped his teeth across her tongue, and could taste blood, but that was nothing compared to her back. When the pain started to recede, the lady let out a low sigh, copper eyes cracking open slowly to glare at the speaker that was now hanging loosely above her head. Once she got the energy to try and stand up, she was going to tear that device off the wall, hopefully nobody would see her sudden burst of rage against a inanimate object- but it certainly did the trick to ruin her good mood that mourning. She could handle having three speakers instead of four. The pain had finally receded enough that Iris was able to start shifting, turning slowly to the side and starting to rise, when the telltale jingle at her door caused her to freeze with a barely audible groan. This was humiliating.

"O-Oh dear. I'll have this cleaned up in a jiffy!"

She said, her mood somewhat brightened despite the dark look she casted over at the speaker before scarmbling up. She smoothed out the ruffled peach colored dress she wore and smiled warmly. Inwardly, she kicked herself. What type of Medic was she if she couldn't heal her own bad back?