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[Jean took a couple of unsure steps backwards, totally fooled, thinking maybe he'd had too much coffee and was now hallucinating, but when Mikasa opened the door behind him, he immediately realized what was going on.]

Frickin' weird Zorua! [He threw his mug in its direction, fully expecting it to vanish before it was able to land a hit.] Get out of the Gym! I'll sic Shade on you!

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[Mikasa was still just standing there, blinking at the pair. Not even having time to process what was going on before Jean threw his cup.

The Zoura only snickered more, the cup phasing through it's 'head', Seemingly unaffected by the object, creeping nearer. The threat having no effect.]

Oh... It's me.

[... Mikasa.]

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It's-- it's not really... [Jean realized too late that Mikasa might take him enacting violence as her fault, somehow.] It's a Pokemon that's pretending to be you and trying to scare me, acting like a ghost or whatever. It's not your fault.

[As he focused on explaining himself, he was also wide open for a counter attack.]

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Mikasa was just looking at the pokemon that looked just like her. Yes, she was here, but she was there too. She blinked at it. It really wasn't doing a good job at hiding, not with that smirk or the little fangs.

"No, it's-" Then the pokemon just straight up vanished. "Gone."

But still, something felt off. But she'd never seen shadow sneak before.

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Gone?

[Jean turned on his heel, and held an arm out in front of Mikasa, glancing around the room to try and find out where the Zorua went...]

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[Bad move bruh.

Because that Zorua took the moment his head turned to lunge out of the shadows and cling to his back. Biting at the back of his shirt. AHA, they got your scruff.

All 13 kilograms of them.]

There.

[Mikasa probably did more damage when she jumped to reach and grab the pokemon. Bouncing off of him and pulling a white and red fuzzball under it's arms.]

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Gah! Watch it!

[That hurt! And he could hear his shirt tearing... He liked this shirt! Jean turned about around, rubbing at the back of his neck and then checking his hand. Was he bleeding?]

I oughta skin that thing...

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[Their teeth were small, clinging to the shirt. Only letting go to yelp when Mikasa pulled. She held it up, almost holding out to Jean. Watching as those stubby little legs wiggled, the pokemon tried to run away but it was firmly in her grasp. Almost being smacked in the face by that white and red tail.]

What is it?