Three... four... five Claydol. No, six! Six Claydol.
[Miror B. perches somewhat precariously on a fence at the top of a steep drop overlooking Accumula's Town Square. He looks very composed, amused even, by the swarm of Pokemon descending on the sleepy town.]
No, no, no! There's another one. Is that seven? Oh, I've lost count. And what about those Sigilyphs? Ooh, I've never seen those before! [He grins, lightly kicking the heels of his platform boots against the metal rungs of the fence.] Fuhohoho! What fun! I -- oh, oh! What's that now? [A noise behind him: heavy, shuffling foot-steps. Miror looks over his shoulder to see a Golett, its fists raised dangerously.] Whatever do you want, love?
[The Golett pulls back its fist, hungry flames licking up from its surface. Miror B. hesitates a moment -- Pokemon attacking people wasn't outside his realm of experience, but... The instant the Golett rushes forward to Fire Punch, Miror leaps up. He lands, standing on top of the fence rail, balanced on his heels in what no one could argue is an amazingly elegant move. The Golett swings wide and Miror leaps over its head, landing gracefully on the ground. He frowns.] Oh-so-rude of you! Where is your master, you horrible thing?"
[Miror looks around quickly, spotting Emmet in a sticky situation further down the street. He gives the Golett that attacked him a dirty look then runs towards Emmet, releasing his Lotad and Snivy as he goes.] Snivy, Vine Whip that Golett! [He points towards the Pokemon that is about to sneak attack Emmet. No one is allowed to punch Miror B.'s lackeys except Miror B.!
The Snivy spins, building momentum, then slams a vine down on the Golett's arm. The Ground-type howls in surprise.] Watch your back, darling! [Miror laughs as he stops near Emmet, finding the chaos immensely amusing.] These nasty Pokemon don't play by the rules!
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[Miror B. perches somewhat precariously on a fence at the top of a steep drop overlooking Accumula's Town Square. He looks very composed, amused even, by the swarm of Pokemon descending on the sleepy town.]
No, no, no! There's another one. Is that seven? Oh, I've lost count. And what about those Sigilyphs? Ooh, I've never seen those before! [He grins, lightly kicking the heels of his platform boots against the metal rungs of the fence.] Fuhohoho! What fun! I -- oh, oh! What's that now? [A noise behind him: heavy, shuffling foot-steps. Miror looks over his shoulder to see a Golett, its fists raised dangerously.] Whatever do you want, love?
[The Golett pulls back its fist, hungry flames licking up from its surface. Miror B. hesitates a moment -- Pokemon attacking people wasn't outside his realm of experience, but... The instant the Golett rushes forward to Fire Punch, Miror leaps up. He lands, standing on top of the fence rail, balanced on his heels in what no one could argue is an amazingly elegant move. The Golett swings wide and Miror leaps over its head, landing gracefully on the ground. He frowns.] Oh-so-rude of you! Where is your master, you horrible thing?"
[Miror looks around quickly, spotting Emmet in a sticky situation further down the street. He gives the Golett that attacked him a dirty look then runs towards Emmet, releasing his Lotad and Snivy as he goes.] Snivy, Vine Whip that Golett! [He points towards the Pokemon that is about to sneak attack Emmet.
No one is allowed to punch Miror B.'s lackeys except Miror B.!The Snivy spins, building momentum, then slams a vine down on the Golett's arm. The Ground-type howls in surprise.] Watch your back, darling! [Miror laughs as he stops near Emmet, finding the chaos immensely amusing.] These nasty Pokemon don't play by the rules!