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It was nighttime, finally. From his hiding spot behind Professor Juniper's laboratory, Miror B. watched as a man in a lab coat locked the back door and walked away.

Miror B. had gleaned a lot of information from the bag of things the old man at the Entralink had given out, and also from the oh-so-nifty Xtransceiver. One bit of information he had learned was that this lab was a starting point for Unova Pokemon trainers. That meant, quite obviously, that this was where the starter Pokemon were stashed. Miror B. wanted one.

He looked at Emmet. "Now, darling, we must collect a new Pokemon for Team Miror B. They have hidden it away in this lab, which is oh-so-inconvenient of them. We must be very sneaky to pull this off, but I know you can be sneaky, Emmet dear." He grinned, and his glasses glinted sharply. Miror B. was very pleased with Emmet, his first 'recruit' for the new and improved Team Miror B.

Taking a quick glance around, Miror B. stepped towards the back door and pulled a bobby pin from his pocket. He twirled it in his fingers, spinning it about until he reached the door and skillfully inserted it into the lock. Giving the pin a few masterful twists -- clearly he was experienced with picking locks -- he stepped back triumphantly. "Voila! We are in." He opened the door cautiously, in case it was going to squeak, and peered into the dark hallway inside. "In we go, darling," he whispered, and quietly slid inside.

((OOC - Hope this is what you had in mind, Kururu :D Let the heist begin!))

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((YUP THIS IS PERFECT

s-sorry for my lateness, stuff came up irl as well))

Team Miror B.... well, they didn't seem as bad as Plasma or Galactic or any of those other evil teams who'd been around the world lately. (You see, Emmet hadn't heard of anything happening in Orre. He doesn't keep up with that region, because he has a lot to deal with and stuff in the Subway.) Anyhow, he smiled, watching Miror B. as he worked his magic, and unlocked the door - quietly slipping in behind him.

Before talking, of course. "I am Emmet, and I am ultra sneaky. Very ultra sneaky," He asserted with a nod, as he looked around the empty labs. He couldn't see anything which could catch them straight away... but, of course, they'd have to be sneaky. After all - there could be cameras, or guard Lillipup, or anything. Carefully, he put a hand to his belt - to his Joltik buddy. Who he called Jolt.

Miror B. put a finger to his lips as Emmet followed him in. He could hear the sound of someone snoring in a closed room a little further down the hall. He nodded towards the Joltik and whispered to Emmet, "Your little bug might be handy. It's oh-so-small. If we see a camera, it could crawl up behind and short-circuit it!" He grinned. The applications of a tiny, wall-climbing electric type weren't lost on him.

He took a few steps down the hall and gestured at Emmet. "Oh, and, darling, if you see a kind of robotic-glove-looking thing while we're in here, do let me know." He grinned. Wouldn't that be convenient, if there was a snag machine here?

Miror B. stood against a wall and peered around the corner. No camera down the next hall, at least. The room at the end of this hall was very subtly lit. Maybe a heat lamp or a healing machine? That was somewhat promising. He started down the hall, looking over his shoulder to see if Emmet was following.

Robotic looking glove thing...? Emmet couldn't help but ask... "Why? It is important to you? Or important to research? I do not want to disrupt research." Emmet stated, as he continued to tag behind Miror B.... looking out at the dim lights. It looked safe - but Emmet couldn't relax, not yet. Though he looked relaxed, with his normal derpy smile, he was a little nervous.

Miror B. turned, walking backwards -- elegantly, of course -- as he appraised Emmet before answering the question. He wasn't sure yet how receptive Emmet was to Pokemon theft; he had already felt he was pushing it to involve his new recruit in this blazen act of burglary so quickly. And of course, the reluctance to disrupt research revealed that Emmet didn't quite have the criminal spirit. And so Miror B. shrugged, and smiled. "Oh, it's not terribly important to anyone, really. Definitely not for research," he assured companion consolingly, turning back around to peer into the new room. "Now, shush, darling, we're being very noisy."

Miror B. curled his fingers around the corner at the end of the hall and somehow managed to inconspicuously glance into the next room. It was amazing, really, considering his gigantic afro and general appearance, that he could be sneaky at all. It wasn't his usual mode, but he wanted to hold on to the anonymity he had gained in being brought to Unova for as long as possible. It was inevitable that he would give in to showboating, but that could wait until he actually had some Pokemon to back him up.

The dim light he had noted before was indeed a healing machine. This was the main room of the lab -- Miror B. could see the entrance on the far side of the room. He checked the tops of the walls suspiciously, but there weren't any cameras. This wasn't a Cipher lab, after all. People were far more trusting here. He quickly scanned the rest of the room: large computers with little blinking lights stood against the back wall, there was the healing machine off in the corner, several potted plants, and then finally, on a little island in the middle of the room, a small table with a container on top. Miror B. grinned.

"That'll be it, then. I wonder if it's just the three starters? They usually have several of each stored away somewhere..." His whispering trailed off as he began quietly moving into the room, looking side to side slowly as he moved to see if any dangers presented themselves. This placed seemed fairly low on security, though, and Miror B. felt confident as he tip-toed forward.

The starter table... the very place where most trainers start their journeys. To be honest, Emmet had never taken a starter this way. And why would he? He always caught his own Pokemon, however he needed to. But trainers starting like this was fine.
Or, of course, checking on the Pokemon. "We only need one." Emmet then asserted, trying to look quite serious. Of course, Ingo was the serious-faced one, and Emmet was the cheerful one. And he knew this. Without glancing around, Emmet then approached the container. It held the starters, of course - all three of them. With a nod to himself, he then reached a hand out for it.
It was still closed, of course. And Emmet looked to Miror B., with a questioning look. Could he open it?

Miror B. glanced down at Emmet, amused by his seriousness. "Only one? I don't know about that..." he said quietly as he watched Emmet walk past him into the room and towards the container. How intriguing! A show of initiative. This smiley man might prove quite useful after all! "Why, then we'd have to share, darling. And you know, odd numbers are so dull for double battles..."

He grinned deviously and sidled up next to Emmet by the container. He waved his hand magnanimously at Emmet's questioning look. "Go ahead and open it. But be ready to grab a Pokeball and run; we've been oh-so-lucky so far but this may be the thing that gives us away."

His ears pricked up at the mention of double battles. Of course - he would need another Pokemon to go with Joltik... he wondered which one, for a brief moment. But, of course, he wouldn't have time to ponder it. He then nodded, ready to grab. But before that, he needed to ask. "I have seen no cameras focused on us. I have seen no guards.

...My Unova would not have made this so easy. We must be prepared for an attack. Are you?" he asked, starting to open the container. Of course, there were three Pokeballs in there, snug and secure. Well, not really secure. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so easily snatched - like what Emmet is doing right now. With a quick grasp of one of the Pokeballs, Emmet chose one at random. But as he grabbed it, and as Miror B. hopefully grabbed one, he heard sirens.
Alarms.
Security.

Miror B. looked at Emmet thoughtfully throughout his little speech, feeling a small amount of concern. What was he talking about? Security in Orre was laughable -- he'd seen it a million times. You could waltz into a place and steal everything out from under their noses. Why, in Phenac City they managed to steal all the people. He had been cautious in here, but not very. His eyes narrowed beneath his glasses as Emmet moved to take one of the Pokeballs. "Well, of course I'm prepared. I--" And then the alarms went off.

Miror B. looked around, surprised. Emmet had grabbed a Pokeball, but already the container was closing. He'd missed his chance to grab one as well. A Pokemon started barking madly outside the entrace of the lab and the flashing light of a police siren filled the room. Miror B. scowled. "Damn! Well, I must say, they are quite punctual in Unova." He turned and ran towards the hallway they had come from. "Come on, run! ESCAPE!"

Escape. Escape was all he needed. Emmet nodded, and sped off, pocketing the Pokeball. He could hear the Pokemon - it sounded strong. And powerful - more powerful then his Joltik. But then, as he rushed, he pondered. He was weaker, but he had status moves... he then, instead of going straight in the direction of the entrance, made a sharp turn.
Towards a window, of course - starting to slide it open, to make a better escape. Hopefully, Miror B. was following... and he could help, in case of incident.

Miror B. glanced over his shoulder in time to see Emmet veer off course. He cursed under his breath and pivoted on his heels to match the direction. He saw what Emmet was doing and rushed forward, putting his hands on the window and forcing it open quickly. "Quick, out!" he said, then, in a characteristically elegant move, vaulted over the edge of the window into the darkness outside. His afro brushed against the sides of the window but when he settled on the ground outside he seemed perfectly composed.

He turned and gestured at Emmet. "Toss me that Pokeball, too, would you? And do hurry." He looked past Emmet into the building. A light turned on, and the barking of a Lillipup grew louder. Miror B. bit his lip anxiously and held a hand out to Emmet. "Let's go, darling."

"Let's go! Yup!" Emmet nodded, before tossing the Pokeball to Miror B.... and then whispering to his Joltik. As Emmet continued to rush forward, his Joltik let out a slightly powerful Spider Web behind them, sticking to the ground. After all - Emmet wanted to get as far away as possible. Even if... even if, already, he was regretting this.

Oh well! He had to continue on this path! Right? He continued to flee, before speaking to Miror B. in his hush voice. "Do you think our path will end soon? Do you think our destination is freedom?"

Everything seemed funny now that it was clear they were going to get away. Miror B. pocketed the new Pokeball as he ran towards the forest behind the laboratory. He looked over his shoulder in time to see the Joltik put down a Spider Web and grinned. Oh, he had a resourceful new lackey, that's for sure!

When Emmet starting talking he slowed down. They were fairly deep into the trees now. He looked curiously at his companion. "Whatever do you mean? You're speaking in tongues, darling." He laughed. He was feeling elated after the successful mission, even if they had only made it out with one Pokemon. "Will our path end? Is our destination freedom? Fuhohoho! Darling, our destination is SUCCESS! Oh, everything is going splendidly, my dear Emmet. You and I, we are such a perfect team." He spun in a circle, his arms raised jubilantly. "This is just the beginning! Oh yes, soon Team Miror B. will grow into something magnificent."

He paused, lowering his arms, his smile faltering. He looked rather seriously at Emmet. He still wasn't sure about this man or what his intentions were. He didn't seem to have the easily manipulated greed of Trudly and Folly, his old minions, or Team Snagem, or the oafish Cipher peons. Miror B. saw that he may have to tread carefully around this one.

"With your help, of course, darling. You've been oh-so-helpful so far, you know." He smiled.

Team Miror B.... Emmet had been looking over Miror B., watching his intentions this whole time. His dark intentions... didn't seem too dark, right now. Or maybe it was just because he wanted somebody to stay with him, like Ingo would. Somebody for him to follow, and help.

That must be it. Except... Emmet didn't realise it, of course. He grinned, his pointy teeth slotting together, and he then looked to Miror B., a curious look on his face.

"Which one did we get?" he asked, his smile unwavering. An unreadable expression - deep in his heart, Emmet wondered if he'd stopped a starting trainer from getting a starter.

He was glad when Emmet returned the grin, even if it was rather pointier than he would have liked. "Hmm? Oh right." He laughed and took the Pokeball out of his pocket, doing an extravagant little spin. He tossed it to the ground. "Which indeed!"

The Pokeball opened, lighting up the little forest clearing with a red light which turned into...

Snivy! The grass-type stood there, looking from Miror B. to Emmet, a bit confused. She had been expecting to emerge in the bright, well-lit laboratory. Her tail swept through the grass once and she smiled. Oh well! Sni!

A Snivy - the grass-type starter. Looking over her for a few seconds, Emmet suddenly dropped to his knees, kneeling down at the small Pokemon. Of course, he was doing this so he wouldn't scare her too much - after all, she was kinda kidnapped.

"Hello! I am Emmet. I am not your trainer. He is!" he said, with a smile on his face, and pointing to Miror B.. He tried to hide his fang-like teeth, because he didn't want to scare the Snivy - instead, he looked straight at her. "But I am with him. So we are friends! You should be our friend too! Friends are good. Friends are magic," he stated, before giving a strong nod. "Yup, and friends help you get stronger and stronger!"

He then paused, to let Miror B.... well, do whatever he wanted. He was just gonna follow him, go with the flow for now. Yup.

((AAAH BEST PICTURE. Everyone is so cuuute I love it!))

Snivy tilted her head as Emmet spoke to her. She tapped her hands together thoughtfully, trying to figure out why Emmet was so odd-seeming. He almost seemed... vaguely like a Pokemon, which was silly to her. But she smiled at his words and nodded in agreement.

Miror B., for his part, watched Emmet with an amused, imperious air. Emmet was so... strange, so enthusiastic! Miror B. was used to far more begrudging companions. And how quaint! Friends are magic, indeed. Miror B. grinned deviously, very much amused. He almost felt guilty for leading Emmet on. Almost. "Fuhoho! Oh yes -- yes, friends forever, darling."

He crouched also and pointed daintily at the Snivy. "And you, my lovely friend, will be oh-so-useful. Yes, but I believe some training is in order. I've been saddled with the saddest of Lotads, not an elegant step to be seen. We'll shape up you and him into a wonderful dancing pair, hm?" He glanced towards Emmet. "And your little bug, too, of course, darling."

((Thanks! t-that was my first time drawing miror b.. i am glad you approve :3))
Training? Hm... "Yup! We need lots of training, if we are going to get back home, to the real Unova!" he nodded, as his Joltik popped out of hiding in his collar. Where it had totally gone. Totally. "I wonder if I should nickname Joltik. In case I need to speak in secret!" Of course, he could just switch to the tougue of Pokemon, speaking in his secondary language he'd learned over all those years, but that would break another secret, one he'd promised to hide forever. Or to his grave. Whichever came first.
But he got back to his feet, shaking his head a little. Just out of habit, of course. "This should be near Route 1. Maybe I will get a second partner there - so I can Double Battle again. Maybe a Patrat, or Lillipup. Until I can get stronger Pokemon, one of them will do!"
A simple plan, right? Especially since the police, most likely, had given up by now. (Spoilers - they did. They may be swift in arriving, but they're also swift in fleeing.) What Emmet didn't know, was just the many different species out there, in this Unova he calls... not his Unova.

Miror B. stood, smiling distractedly. "Do whatever you'd like, darling," he said, scooping up the empty Pokeball. He never made a habit of naming Pokemon. They didn't stick around long enough, in his experience. "Snivy, return." The Pokemon was called back into the Pokeball, again lighting up the forest with a brief red light.

He shrank the Pokeball and slipped it into his pocket. "Oh, yes, I do approve of you catching more. The more the better! We can get oh-so-much done with more Pokemon. And I do enjoy a good Double Battle. We can have a little skirmish when you catch one!" Miror B. looked in the direction they had run from, towards the lab. Completely invisible through all the trees, and no sign of a siren or flashing light. Miror B. shrugged, grinning. He'd been in jail before. For about a day. (One of the many reasons he was good at picking locks.)

"Now what is it they say, darling? Hmm." He started dancing in place. It was a habit. "Oh -- Let's begin our Pokemon Journey!"

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