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No, you can collect allowance at any time. You do have to link to the post where you buy the Pokémon, and that post needs a link back to the bank post.
 
Huh. I thought only referees got allowance. Well then, redeeming, but a little late...

$7 + $15 = £22

I discovered how to write both $ and £ in one sentence.
 
[What's that? You don't RP things in here? But that's too easy!]

Today was the day. The day he had been planning for for months. A home-made knife lay concealed in his pocket, an empty back rested against his back. His loose and baggy clothing would conceal his body type, and he pulled the balaclava he had bought for this specific occasion over his head as he walked through the doors. He could see Trainers everywhere, tending to their accounts, balancing their checkbooks. He could see a few staff of the various events, identified by their special clothing. They were coming in to cash in their checks, and of course there were the Trainers fresh from a victory, beaming as they deposited their reward funds. Sliding his hand to his note that he had carefully written, the young man eased up to the nearest empty counter. The teller looked at him quizzically, but not suspiciously. Trainers far and wide were known for their odd sense of fashion. Right before he could draw the blade and the note, however, the man noticed a small boy rush up to the teller next to him, starry eyed.

"I'm finally old enough! I'd like a bank account please!" The experienced woman smiled as she filled out the paperwork, most of it signed already. As the man stared, his jaw hung loose, and he turned to the woman he previously meant to rob.

"Wait, you're telling me I can just ask for free money?"

[and thus begins a riotous adventure, with the request of a bank fund. and go ahead and deleort Michael Wilson's while you're at it, same dude here]
 
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