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[When the Xtransceiver flickers to life, it is broadcasting one thing: what appears to be a goofily smiling face-- a Tympole pressed against the screen. It chirps gleefully and hops backward a bit-- just enough to show a figure in the background. The figure is shrouded in a heavy black coat, and there is a hood pulled over his head, obscuring his face in a thick blackness. The speaker’s face might as well be invisible, but a youthful voice emanates from the blackness:]

No, no, no, no way-- This just... This just can’t be happening, y’know...! [The Tympole chirps again, sounding almost questioning. The figure brings black gloved hands to his head.] I-- I dunno, dude... This is freaky, I mean...

I was fading! You don’t just-- You don’t just... come back from the Darkness! E-especially not like this! That doesn’t happen...

[He seems to be hyperventilating just a little, and clutches at his chest.] Ugh, I feel sick, man...

[The Tympole gives one final chirp, and the figure looks up, startled.] Hey, what... What’re you doin’ over there, little guy? [He reaches over and picks up the Tympole, holding it under one arm as he peers into the screen.]

Huh... This that thing that was on my wrist before? [He picks it up with his free hand and dangles it before his face.]

... Haven’t seen anything like this in... forever, pretty much, heh... [He tilts his head.] Uh, anybody in there?

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No, I mean, like... [Wait. This person doesn't know he's a Nobody? ... Hey, might as well keep quiet about that for now.] Yeeeah, Pokemon, right, uh... Okay, I guess. Cool. I can roll with that. [Better than being in oblivion.

He glances down at the Tympole for a moment before carefully setting it down at his feet again. It seems to snuggle up to his ankles off-screen.] Heh. He's pretty cute, actually! I think he likes me! ["He" is also a "she". Oops.]

Oh, right! Uh... [He reaches up with one hand and pulls his hood down, revealing his face. He puts on a grin.] The name's Demyx! And who're you supposed to be? This world's got a pretty funny way of greeting the newbies.

[Miror grins dangerously.] Excellent! I am oh-so-glad to hear it. So composed after this little ordeal! I do appreciate such elegance.

[He laughs at the introduction.] Oh, you are very quick, Demyx. This world, fuhohoho! [Everything has been going so well for Miror lately. He is finding these repeated calls of confusion on the Xtransceiver more and more amusing. The amount of opportunities just being handed to him! Why, it's almost criminal.] I am Miror B., darling. Welcome to Unova, a land full of Pokemon and home to an increasingly charming population.

Heh, well... Not like I can do anything about it, right? [He already tried to summon his Dancers, but they seemed to have abandoned him. And Arpeggio didn't feel the same... Like he got life in exchange for his powers. And without his powers, there definitely wasn't anything he could do.] Might as well roll with the punches-- go with the flow and all that junk.

Miror B. Heh, that's the kinda name people remember. [His grin broadens.] Unova, huh? Sounds great! I think I'll stay a while! [Said sarcastically. Obviously, his usual method of travel wasn't possible anymore. He was going to stay a while, whether he liked it or not.]

No, there really isn't anything you can do. If there were, I'd know about it. [He considers Demyx carefully for a moment, weighing the personality. Not very ambitious, is he? And so laid-back, it is really quite interesting. Miror tries to think how he could best be used.]

Have you gotten your things from the Entralink yet? There's a old man there, oh-so-helpul, just handing things out, including a manual for this lovely device. [He gestures vaguely towards the screen of the Xtransceiver.]

What I think would be best, darling, is if you kept in touch with me quite often; let me know how you were getting on, you know. I can be oh-so-helpful, answering questions and offering advice and such. [Yes, that'll do perfectly! What he needs most is information, after all. Someone to do recon. Miror knows that there are two ways for outsiders to leave the Entralink, and he knows absolutely nothing about the ones who didn't go to Nuvema. If he's lucky...]

...And I suggest going to Nimbasa, darling, it's a very exciting city, all colorful and lit up. I think you'd like it.

[He shrugs.] I'm not in any hurry to get back home, really. It's all good. Too bad for you, though, huh?

Oh... Heh, I haven't really checked this place out yet. [Geez, and his specialty was supposed to be recon! He is out-slackering himself.] Too busy, y'know... taking in the change in scenery and stuff. Guess I should go to talk to that old guy, then. Who doesn't like free stuff?

[He raises an eyebrow.] Uuuuhh... [Offering help so easily? Man, either this place is really nice or... something else. But hey, he's fine with either.] Okay, I guess! I'll do that, yeah! Thanks. [He brings a hand up and gives a salute.] I'll let you know what's up!

[And he's already getting advice too! Nice!] Yeah? Heh, sounds like my kinda place! Been a while since I've been anywhere colorful!

Oh, I'm finding Unova to be a wonderful place, actually. Don't worry about me! [Miror actually finds everything about this experience to be positive. New people, new places, new reputation to create. The only bad thing was having his old Pokemon snagged. That still irks him.]

[He grins at the salute and returns it, rather more flamboyantly. Surprisingly, and to Miror's amusement, Demyx seems guess at what he's implying. I'll let you know what's up, fuhoho! How clever.] Fantastic, darling. Do enjoy Nimbasa. [He quickly thought about the little blurbs he'd read about the Unova cities.] Ride the ferris wheel for me, won't you? And let me know if you meet any more outsiders or anyone who seems important; I'm oh-so-interested, you know. Don't hesitate if you need any help at all, darling! Toodle-oo! [He waggles his fingers towards the screen in farewell, then cuts the feed.]

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