[Miror watches furiously as the Stealth Rocks encircle him. Of all the nerve! The Lombre that still uncertainly stands guard behind Miror hops away from the pointed stones and peers nervously through them, wondering if it was expected to do something about this particular situation.
Miror ignores the Lombre in favor of glaring at N as he makes his way towards him.] Now, really; all these theatrics! You two are the most ruthless little heroes I've ever seen. And that's counting an ex-criminal -- interesting story, that one! You and Wes are actually -- ah. [The stones shift ominously, causing Miror to find them a bit more interesting than reminiscing about the past. He gives a sharp sigh of resentment and tilts his head towards Claydol.] Let her go.
[The Pokemon chimes, its tone as unreadable as always, but it wastes no time banishing the Stealth Rocks. They fall towards the ground, fading away before making an impact. Claydol floats back a few feet from Paprika, its many eyes watching her with what could be construed as curiosity.
Miror turns back to N. He slowly pulls Paprika's Pokeballs from his pocket, lifting them near his face and showing them somewhat tauntingly to N.] If you want these, darling, you'll have Hilda over there drop these rocks and then you'll let me go. Threats really don't suit you, you know that?
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Miror ignores the Lombre in favor of glaring at N as he makes his way towards him.] Now, really; all these theatrics! You two are the most ruthless little heroes I've ever seen. And that's counting an ex-criminal -- interesting story, that one! You and Wes are actually -- ah. [The stones shift ominously, causing Miror to find them a bit more interesting than reminiscing about the past. He gives a sharp sigh of resentment and tilts his head towards Claydol.] Let her go.
[The Pokemon chimes, its tone as unreadable as always, but it wastes no time banishing the Stealth Rocks. They fall towards the ground, fading away before making an impact. Claydol floats back a few feet from Paprika, its many eyes watching her with what could be construed as curiosity.
Miror turns back to N. He slowly pulls Paprika's Pokeballs from his pocket, lifting them near his face and showing them somewhat tauntingly to N.] If you want these, darling, you'll have Hilda over there drop these rocks and then you'll let me go. Threats really don't suit you, you know that?