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[virtualunknown]

[Cambot comes across MakubeX sitting on the ground the best a porygon can, head ducked between his feet-thingies.]

I feel ill... Please tell me it isn't just me seeing strange things.

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[virtualunknown]

Mmm... Just thinking... I wonder if it's because of what I am.

[skysmirror]

Because of the kind of Pokemon you are, or...

[virtualunknown]

...that and what I truly am.

[skysmirror]

[That's what she'd been thinking, but hadn't been quite sure how to bring it up.]

It's possible. I think I heard Harvey tell Roxas it's a glitch--that's something to do with computers, right?

[virtualunknown]

It could refer to any sort of error, really, but yes. However, if it's affecting others...

[He tilts his head thoughtfully.] Which makes me wonder further. Perhaps our forms are merely virtual.

[skysmirror]

[She tilts her head in thought, as well.]

You mean these Pokemon we look like now are virtual, too?

[virtualunknown]

Possibly.

It could also be something akin to my own virtual reality I created back home. If that were the case, a lot of what has happened to us up here really hasn't affected us. They've been elaborate illusions.

Both are just theories, really.

[skysmirror]

[She nods, her expression serious, and her Eevee form's hackles raise at the mention of illusions. First the "it was all a dream" and now this. She's had enough of those (and manipulation) to last her for a long time.]

Maybe it'll be like last week, and we get an answer.

[virtualunknown]

[He notices that, but keeps quiet.]

Perhaps. Or it could be like when we turned into ponies. [Sigh.] If only I had better equipment.

[skysmirror]

[Awfully nice of him. The slight change of topic helps settle her a little.]

There's equipment that could help you figure it out?

[virtualunknown]

Yes. Well... depending.

[skysmirror]

I see.

[Nuzzles.]

You're used to being able to figure things like this out, right?

[virtualunknown]

I am. It's rather frustrating not knowing what's going on or why.

[skysmirror]

[Oh, she knows that syndrome.]

Maybe we can go looking for more information when you feel better.

[Then an idea crosses her mind.]

Did you want to get some rest?

[virtualunknown]

[He nods.] We can do that. I'm not sure how much I will be able to do, though.

[He rocks back and forth a bit.] I'm feeling a bit better, but taht would probably be a wise idea.

[skysmirror]

[Nuzzles]

We'll make it work somehow.

[Well, it's good that he's feeling better, but one must save their strength.]

Okay.

[Moves to go so he can have quiet for resting.]

[virtualunknown]

I'll find you after a while.

...

Be careful, okay?

[skysmirror]

Good idea, I think we're better off sticking together.

...

Okay. You, too.

[virtualunknown]

...[Fidgets.]

You can stay, if you wish.

Sorry to take so long.

[skysmirror]

[Looks a bit surprised.]

...You're sure? I don't want to be a bother if you want to sleep.

[Yes, this is what's concerning her. Social education about why Nice Girls don't hang out in boys' rooms, what is this?]

No worries!

[virtualunknown]

[Shakes his head.] Honestly, I'd feel safer...

[skysmirror]

[Well, if he puts it that way.]

Okay.

[virtualunknown]

[Shuffles back and forth a bit, settling himself into a comfortable position.]

Thank you.

[skysmirror]

No problem.

[She smiles, and starts settling in, too.]

You okay there, or do you want me to help you up onto the bed?

[virtualunknown]

I'm fine here. It's difficult to get up and down from there.