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“That was close,” Myrrh muttered under her breath, with a shake of her head. She had just barely escaped without being noticed. She couldn’t help but wonder if her new body was hindering her. It certainly had its benefits; she could pick things up without having to concentrate, which was a boon to her nighttime endeavors. Unfortunately, she was also more likely to be caught. It was much easier for her to accidently make a sound, and, if she was spotted, they were less likely to run away screaming. She simply did not look as scary anymore. For all they knew, she could be a little girl in weird makeup, her body now lacked the ghostly etherealness that so inspired fear.

She wasn’t about to get herself down though; the night was young and she had a life to live, and Myrrh was determined to live it to the fullest. Well, possibly an unlife to unlive to the fullest? She was a Ghost type, after all. Really though, she did like her new body, she just had to get used to doing some things differently. Things like hopping off a roof. Before, she would of merely went over the edge and levitated down. But, looking down at the edge of the roof, which lay before her, she knew she couldn’t do that now. So instead, after a quick stretch of her arms, she carefully lowered herself over the side and slowly shimmied down the rainwater pipe. It was then that she heard the screaming; apparently the mess that she had left had been discovered. It was just way too time consuming to put everything back. Heck, she had left various undergarments scattered about the room along with the drawers they had once rested in. After all, dresser drawers were a pain to put back on their tracks. With a giggle, she hopped off the pipe and onto the ground.

She might have been caught off guard, but Myrrh was not one to be intimidated. With a grin, she leaned forward, toward the girl. Squinting, she stated, before answering the girl’s question, “Hmm, Houndour maybe? Yeah, I would say Houndour…. Don’t really have the horns for a Houndoom…. And you are a bit young looking as well… Cute look you got there, though. Way too young for me though.” The fact that, physically, the other girl appeared to be about her age didn’t change her opinion on the matter.

Straightening back up, she replied, with a smirk, “What did I do? What is it to you? Are you some sort of guard dog?” She couldn’t help but giggle at that last part. Myrrh then added, “Well, not that it is any of your concern, but I was engaging in some good, old fashioned, panty raiding.” Bending down, she pulled a pair out from where it was tucked, in her sock. Tossing it at the Houndour, she added, “See?”

With a shrug, Myrrh stated, “I could care less which you are, it makes no difference to me. I just was thinking out loud.” At her next comment, the Spiritomb couldn’t help but grin, “Whoop my tail? Do you need glasses? I don’t even have a tail. So that would be impossible for you to accomplish.” Holding two fingers up, she asked, “How many fingers am I holding up? Do I need to get closer?”

“Public knowledge?” she asked, a confused spread across her face. She then looked up behind her, towards the house she had come , and held up one finger, then, with her other hand, she motioned towards herself and extended a second finger, finally she motioned towards Solange and raised a third finger. After a moment’s pause, she added, “Um, I count three people… well people or person like being that know of this. I hardly count that as public knowledge.” Her eyes suddenly widened, and she exclaimed, “Wait! Are there hidden cameras? Am I on TV? I have seen shows like this before!” Turning to the left, she waved at an imaginary camera, and then burst out laughing.

Still slightly laughing, she then stated, in a very serious tone, “And yes, yes I am. I've been called worse as well, though that's been centuries. Why? Are you some kind of prude?” Stretching her hands out behind her, she continued, “As for whether I can go around doing that, obviously, as evidenced by the fact that I just did, I can. As for what I want them for, well, I don’t keep them or anything. I’m in it for the sport.”

Wow, she is certainly easy to anger, Myrrh thought, with a bemused smirk on her face, real fiery and hot headed. I shouldn’t be surprised. Fire types really are predictable. Still, I am done now, seems like a good time to make my departure. When the blast of ember shot out at her, her decision to depart was made final. The fiery atack certainly hurt, but it wasn’t serious and, luckily, it didn’t catch her on fire. Still, she didn’t plan to stick around for more.

It is good sense to not just simply flee, though; it helps to cover one’s escape. Still smirking, despite the fire erupting around her, she launched a confuse ray at the Houndour. Then she started to run off. Not one to end things so painlessly, though, she decided to add injury to the insult of the confuse ray, injury of character that is. As she took off, she yelled, at the top of her lungs, “Thief! Pervert! The Houndour is stealing panties! The Houndour is stealing panties!”

Looking back as she ran, Myrrh couldn’t help but slow down, as she saw the panic on the Houndour’s face. What is going on? She had expected to see anger, annoyance, animosity, and maybe even some other word that had a similar meaning, and also began with an ‘A.’ The look on her face though, it was something different. Does she actually think she is the panty thief? How the hell could that happen? Seeing some lights turn on, likely in response to her commotion, she didn’t stop to think about it and, much like Solange, she took off into the night.

As she ran, though, she realized what had happened. The confuse ray had worked much better then she had ever expected it could. She would have to remember this, to try it again. As she speedily made her way back home, maniacal laughter seemed to echo throughout the darkness. This would be fun!