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[Dizzy? Why is he feeling dizzy? Miror B. is never dizzy. He pushes against the ground -- sand... What happened? Greevil, that bastard, must have sicced the Team Snagem goons on him... how'd they manage to Sleep Powder him, though? They probably stole his Pokemon, too, and... Oh, wait. No. He's in Unova. How silly.

He stands up, teetering for a moment. So clumsy! Not being at all elegant right now. He silently chides himself and lifts a hand to brush sand from his shoulder when he finally realizes what has happened.]

NO! Oh, oh -- What is this! What am I! [He spins in a tight circle, looking down at his ridiculous stubby hands. He reaches up and tugs down his ears, glaring at them in front of his face.] A wretched little Spinda! Who -- ! [He kicks angrily at the sand.] No, no, this will not do! I will not allow this! Where are my -- Ah. [On the ground beside him, being slowly covered in sand -- his Pokeballs and Xtransceiver. He gathers all the Pokeballs into a pile and frowns.] Right. This is a perfectly horrible situation, my lovelies; but at least you are not stolen again.

[Very clumsily, he picks up the Xtransceiver. He manages to turn it on and navigates awkwardly to the audio broadcasting option. Don't want to go over the network as a Spinda, after all. Audio will do just fine for now.]

Emmet! Resix! [He pauses, and adds as an afterthought:] Paprika! Where are you? Report to me immediately! Oh, and Demyx, if you get this, I just want you to know that I am oh-so-disappointed in your lack of attendance; I do hope you've been productive or I might have to question your usefulness. [He pauses again. Was that everything? It was enough for now, he supposes. He shuts off the transmission and drops the Xtransceiver onto the pile of Pokeballs.

He sits down in the sand and folds his arms, sitting in silence for a few moments. Grumbling, he reaches over and drags the Xtransceiver to his lap, then fumbles with it until he gets some music playing. Whatever is he going to do? He's never been a Pokemon before. Why is he a Pokemon! Was it that stone's fault? Oooh, he'd been so close to snatching the thing! That would have been a real victory. And now he is set back once again. Who could you even threaten or coerce to get turned back into a human? He's at a loss.]

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Sooo, I just got turned into, like, a lizard. Or a lizard-ey Pokemon, I guess.

[She's presuming this is Miror B, at least...]

Not gonna lie, it's way better than that freaky room, though.

[Miror grins. Well, that is a small consolation; at least he is still in touch with Paprika. He might still be able to compromise N at some point. He waits a moment before responding, considering the implications of Paprika being turned into a Pokemon as well. He responds:]

A 'lizard-ey' Pokemon, hmm? How very interesting, darling. So I take it you're not inside anymore? Out in the desert? Have you seen anyone else around?

[Manipulation plot? What manipulation plot?]

Yup, 'm outside now. I met up with Dragonite, but we're still looking for everyone else.

...I see. Well that's all right, then. I do hope you find your little group, darling. [A brief pause.] If anyone asks, don't tell them my name, would you? N doesn't know I'm here, and I'd like to surprise him. [Perfect.] If you have any trouble or questions, just let me know. I do-so love to help a fellow outsider.

Sure thing! Iunno if he even knows you, but he's kinda a private guy about the stuff he did before he came here. I guess it's cause his job was, like, this big important thing.

[She should probably not be saying this.]

[Miror has to catch himself from responding with any hint of surprise. All he really knew about N was that he was incredibly annoying, and that Emmet had mentioned he was a famous trainer. Fighting for truth and Pokemon or somesuch nonsense -- like any brat of a hero he'd come across in the past.] Yes, private; he is, isn't he? So he didn't mention me? Hmm... What did he say he did before he got here?

Huh-uh. Think he would've mentioned a guy with an awesome afro if he knew you, y'know? All he really said is that he was this Champion guy, so I guess that means he's pretty kickass with Pokemon.

[He covers the mic of the Xtransceiver with his stubby paw as he lets out an incredulous laugh. Champion? If that's true, then... Well, then this just got more interesting. He removes his paw and clears his throat.] Oh, it's been a while since we've talked, I'm not too surprised he didn't mention me. [Mostly he was just glad that N hadn't mentioned the actual conversation that they'd had.] I suppose I'll let you go, then, darling; good luck finding N and company. I'm sure they're nearby.

Sure thing! And, uh, good luck with your stoney stuff--sorry you couldn't find it, man.

[Not more than ten minutes later, Miror B. calls back.]

Darling! Paprika. I have had the most fabulous idea. Your Xtransceiver -- You can use it to teleport to the Entralink! Isn't that convenient! Why don't you do that and get out of that wretched desert? I'm sure everyone will be popping up here soon.

[Paprika hasn't been up to much since they last spoke--getting OHKO'd by a Dragonite (albeit on accident) doesn't lend itself to running around.]

Is there, like, a special teleport-ey button or something?

Yes. Just go to the bit with the map; the Entralink is in the little island in the middle. Touch that and it'll ask you if you want to teleport. [He tries to keep his voice level. This is a very time-sensitive matter; any little thing could happen and mess with the plan!] You got it? Very easy.

((I guess I'll be writing a new post for everyone at the Entralink!))

Gotcha! Lemme just get my bag, and then I'll...

[There is a deal of shuffling noise--it's not easy doing all this when you're a chameleon--but a little blip! noise indicates that Paprika's gone off to the Entralink.]

[Oh hai, Miror B. Guess who hasn't been a Pokemon before either? That's right, Emmet. But he's been running around like, well, an Emolga. Because that's what he is. He does hear the broadcast... but he hears it from right behind Miror B.

Note that he's still got his hat, and it's still too big for his head.]
I am right here. Yup.
[...]
This is not good. Nope. But it is kind of fun.

[Miror stiffens at the sound of a voice coming from behind him, and he glares over his shoulder. He only feels a little better when he sees that Emmet has been turned into something fuzzy and adorable, too.] Fun? Oh, yes! Buckets of fun. I just love being a Spinda. [He stands up, dropping the noisy Xtransceiver at his feet and crossing his arms. He gives Emmet as pointed a look as can be given with his new swirly eyes.] I don't suppose you have any idea why this happened, darling?

Nope! [...The gears in his heads are turning, mind you. Thinking of all of the options. But even if he figures it out, should he tell him? It could reveal himself.] None at all. But...

...This could be helpful. Yup. [For Emmet's goals, anyway... that is, if this is only temporary. If it isn't - well, he could get himself adopted by a trainer, and then they could help him get home.]

Well, that's oh-so-optimistic of you, darling. [Miror looks down at the ground idly, spotting a patch of yellow fabric sticking out of the sand.] I am failing to see how this is at all helpful.

[He tugs on the fabric, which reveals itself to be Miror's scarf, and takes a great deal of tugs to be fully freed of the sand. He frowns at it, then lays scarf out on the ground and transfers his pile of Pokeballs onto it. Little makeshift rucksack. It'll do. He turns back to Emmet, feeling exasperated.]

Now how is thi -- [He pauses thoughtfully. Being a Spinda is a pretty good disguise. Miror B. doesn't particularly have a problem with having his identity known by everyone, but what kind of mischief could a Pokemon get in to?] No, our main goal is getting turned back. I am not going to be a wretched Spinda for the rest of my life. But you are right; this may be useful! Who ever suspects Pokemon of anything!?

Before we are fixed - I am going to the Battle Subway. To investigate.

[He wouldn't suspect his goals, right? From that little tidbit... it was known that Emmet loved his trains. Perhaps he was just curious?]

If only we could change when we wanted! Then it would be super-helpful.

[Miror is somewhat distracted by the opportunities he's thinking up, bamboozling people as a Spinda. He decides its application might be limited... unless he has gained some powers as well. He'll have to test that, later.] It would be oh-so-helpful, yes... Wait, Battle Subway? Your battle institute? Well, I mean; I guess we can go there, darling. Where is it, Nimbasa? Hmm... [He taps his chin thoughtfully.] I had been hoping to go to Castelia soon; it seems like an oh-so-profitable place. But there's no point going as a Spinda.

Fine! Nimbasa it is. [Because it was totally his idea to go to Nimbasa. He grins.] And we can just go through the Entralink! How convenient. Assuming that still works.

You might be captured, in Castelia. There are lots of people there who would love to see new Pokemon - yup. It would be super dangerous!
But Nimbasa is safe. If it is not safe, Anville is safe. Anville is far away from prying eyes. It is a great place to escape to. [Emmet knows that he'll need to take a trip to both, to ~~be the Team Rocket~~ serve his own messed-up plans. And he has it all planned out, for if he becomes human again.]
I wonder what the other me is like? [If he's the same, then... no, it most likely was not. Otherwise, he would have felt that power, right?] I wonder what his Pokemon are like? He would not have lived the same way as me - nope. [He's more talking to himself now - for an immortal, he's rather absent-minded sometimes.] Ingo would also be different. But close enough. It will be nice...

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[Miror frowns, considering that information. He is suddenly reminded why having Emmet around is so useful! He would never have even considered Anville.] Good point, darling... Hm. Captured. Hm, hm, hm. That might be something to think about.

[He gives the Subway Boss a somewhat strange look. He supposes it's natural to be curious about your alternate self, but it's unnerving to hear it out loud. He'd been avoiding the notion that there was a Miror B. copy in Orre somewhere, and the distance made it pretty easy to ignore.] I guess this is the best time to find out about him -- um, you. Other you. Whatever. You know, if you want to be stealthy about it.

[He cringes a little at the mention of his name. Crap... He hoped his absence would go unnoticed.]
Yeah, uhhh... Heh, sorry 'bout that, boss man! I heard about some kinda... exploration into that place I hid in a while ago... Sounded like an adventure. I don't like adventures. I'm more of a... go-with-the-flow kinda guy, you know? [Speaking of "flow"... Though he wasn't exactly present during the exploration, he's been transformed as well. The one speaking is a Floatzel.]

Thought I'd let you guys handle all that... While I do my own thing back here in Nimbasa! And, uh... Yeah, I've totally been productive, man! [He got some money! ... And that was pretty much it.] ... But hey, what exactly does "productive", uh... you know... mean? [Best henchman ever.]

[Miror manages to roll his eyes -- it's difficult when your eyes are just swirls! Demyx is reminding him more and more of his useless lackeys back in Orre. Still, beggars can't be choosers, especially in his current state.] So you're in Nimbasa? ...Fine.

[He takes a moment to keep his voice level.] Productive means you are doing what I asked you to do, darling: keeping an eye out on the other outsiders and generally being useful. Oooh, it doesn't even matter, now, does it! Looks like plans have changed. Tell me -- you haven't been transformed into a Pokemon, have you?

Oh. Riiiiiight, well... [He looks around.] I've been keeping tabs on everyone I see, y'know-- Too bad outsiders don't always look too different from locals, huh? I mean, I could totally be studying a local too close! [Demyx, you are not helping your case.

At the question, he sounds a little surprised.] Uh... Yeah, I guess I have! I mean, I've got a tail-- Oh, hang on... Two tails, actually... And fins! It's pretty awesome!

[He pauses.] Heeey, what's the big deal? It's not that weird to change a bit when you enter a new world, right? To fit into the environment and stuff. [He knew Sora and those animal lackeys of his apparently changed shape nearly every time they traveled between worlds. Demyx wasn't accustomed to it himself, but it wouldn't be unheard of.]

[Miror grits his teeth.] Have you identified anyone as an outsider?

[He considers the description for a few moments. It's not the most helpful; he can think of a few things that either have two tails or that Demyx, with his boundless intellect, might interpret as two tails. Fins helped a little -- it ruled out Ambipom, anyway. Two tails, fins... well, he supposes it could be Buizel. Or the big one -- what was it? Floatzel. Sinnoh Pokemon. Hm. Anyway, what's more interesting is that this information means that either everyone in the entire world has suddenly been turned into Pokemon, which he doubts, or that it had affected all the outsiders. It could still be the stone's fault; who knows how these things work.]

Well, it certainly shouldn't happen in this world. No, someone or something is responsible for this.

[N has found it very difficult to use his Xtransceiver with claws in place of fingers, but he's been managing with the help of his Darumaka. Hiding somewhere in the sand, N hears Miror B.'s message, and it instantly brings him out of his post-transformation haze.

The first seconds of his response is just a low, wary growl. Then, N's voice:] You. What do you want with Paprika?

[Miror tilts the Xtransceiver back curiously as it broadcasts some kind of growl. What the...? But he instantly frowns when he recognizes N's voice. Damn. It had been a gamble, saying the name over the network, yes... Now he'd have to figure out a plan before N and Paprika reunited. It seemed pretty hopeless. Still!]

Oh, hello, there! You sound a bit under the weather, darling; a cough or something. Fuhohoho! I don't want anything with your little girlfriend, Champ. Just lost sight of her, is all. Last I knew she was lost down on the fourth floor of that dreadful castle. Quite full of ghosts, you know! She's probably in danger, fighting for her life. You should go back and save her.

I could say the same of you. [But he stops. "Champ"? That can't just be a coincidence. But how could Miror know that? Unless Paprika told him... N snarls.]

No. Everyone that was part of the expedition has left Relic Castle. [He gathered at least that from his initial stumbling about.] She would be here, outside... And I will find her.

I do not know what you told Paprika, nor what you are planning, but I would again advise you to cease. I believe violence is barbaric... However, if I find that you have been manipulating my friends, perhaps such measures are necessary.

Hm! Well, if you're sure she's out here, darling; wouldn't it just be tragic if you were mistaken? She has such a high opinion of you, you know. [He can't help but grin despite the fact that his plans regarding Paprika seems to be falling apart. Knowing that he has annoyed N is just too good.

He laughs at the threat.] Fuhoho! So dramatic! That's usually my thing, darling. Of course, what else should I expect from someone who goes around calling himself a Fighter for Truth? [He isn't sure how applicable the few bits of information he gleaned from Emmet are, but 'Champ' seemed to get a reaction so why not lay it on!]

[A brief, tense silence. For a moment he fears Miror has actually done something more severe than manipulate Paprika-- injured her, killed her... He just hopes that thought is wrong.] I will find her.

[At what follows, he gives another snarl, fiercer.] Hold your tongue! [He can't recall ever telling Paprika of that identity. So there is another of his "friends" that is being used to betray him. Ouch. He supposes that's what he gets for trying to open up to humans.] What is the meaning of this-- using their words against me? Tell me, what do you intend to gain?

[Oooh! Hit a sore spot there.] Fuhohoho! Oh, it's just too easy, N! The meaning, hmm? Why, I just want to make sure you're quite aware of the magnitude of the mistake you made, turning down my generous offer. I did warn you, you know!

[He pauses for a moment, highly amused. This almost makes up for being turned into a Pokemon! Almost. Now if only he could actually make Paprika useful... Using her as a spy was clearly out, but maybe as a hostage? As an idea comes to him, he chuckles. It might not work, of course, but he can always try.] It's just oh-so-sad that your little friends are getting caught up in the consequences of your mistake, darling. Oh well! What can you do.

[To a passerby, he might look like a rock. But rocks don't suddenly burst faces at the sound of Miror's voice.] Uh, boss? I guess we didn't make it. [He releases the rest of his limbs and waddles over.] Just what is happening?

[Miror looks up at Resix's voice, frowning as it's revealed that his lackey is a Squirtle now. Oh well, he supposes its better than something impressive. Wouldn't that just be awful, to be out-classed by a Peon!

He stands, brushing off sand, and nods towards Proto Man.] No, we did not. Someone has interfered, which they will regret oh-so-much. It would seem we are Pokemon for the time being, but I am trying to turn this to our advantage.

[Proto Man shook his head. As best he could, anyway.] Well, what do we do now? If someone did this, shouldn't they still be in the area? What about the stone? Should we go back in, try again?

[Miror tilts an ear forward thoughtfully.] I'm not sure if it wasn't a something rather than a someone. Anyway, if they have the ability to turn people into Pokemon, there's no reason they would have to be nearby.

As for the stone... [He glances back in the direction of the Relic Castle and scowls.] Not now. We'll keep an eye on the network and the news, watch out for signs of it actually being found, and maybe later we'll try again. Now that none of the outsiders are looking for it anymore, we have plenty of time! No, no; we need to focus on making the best of this wretched situation.

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