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[Open] Psychic Cat Thing

Who: Mewtwo, You
What: A human hating genetically engineered abomination is on the prowl!
Where: The roof of the mansion
When: Saturday night
Warnings: M for MENTOK, THE MIND TAKER

As the sun set, there was a figure in a cloak standing on the roof of the mansion, overlooking the surrounding forest and the abyss beyond. It looked vaguely human in shape. Well... Like a kangaroo crossed with a human. It seemed displeased with its current situation. How long had it been here? It was difficult to say. If it had been here for a while, it was doing an amazing job of keeping itself hidden. Would you approach?

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"Can't stay hidden from me~" A dark voice comes from the shadows, following the glowing eyes of a figure that stood on tall and defiant. "Doesn't seem like you're comfortable." She crossed her arms across her chest and took a defensive pose, eying the figure with curiosity and doubt.

"You seem to think I care what you think about me," Mewtwo said. Well, said isn't entirely accurate. He could speak, but he hated doing it. Instead, he spoke directly into her mind. He didn't turn around. He didn't need to. He could sense her there. "I've been taken from my world. Of course I'm not comfortable."

"Aww, boohoo, so you got taken from one place to another." she taunted him. "Judging from your aura I'd have thought you the type to make whatever situation you go to your own." She shrugged. "But I suppose I could have been mistaken."

"Is that all your aura reading tells you?" He asked. "Know that I don't take kindly to people prying into my business. I've had more than my fill of people interfering with my life."

"You're sad, untrusting... Not that I blame you." she huffed and looked to the distant night skies. "The world tends to be cruel and unforgiving and never seems to let off." She turned back to look at him. "Your eyes, they've seen betrayal of the likes I'm accustomed to."

Mewtwo was silent as he processed what she told him. She had gleaned a lot from him, and knowing that put him off balance emotionally for the moment. "...Your betrayal cannot compare to what I hav endured. We are not alike," he finally replied. He was used to being defensive and bitter; it was a natural response for him.

A dark, bitter laugh came from the Dark-Type and she glared at him. "Save me your self pity, I don't want to believe I gauged your strength incorrectly." she hissed a little at the end. "Let me guess, you were betrayed, used, got your beliefs twisted as you were forced to serve knowingly or unknowingly." she scowled. "You aren't, and won't be the only one who's had to go through something like that, assuming that's what you've been through. But if you have nothing better to do, please enlighten me?"

"Since you obviously don't seem to realize what I am," Mewtwo bitterly answered, "I'll enlighten you. I am Mewtwo. That is what the humans called me. The humans created me to be a weapon. They tortured me, experimented on me, tampered with my genome, all to make me more powerful. I should not exist. I escaped, but the humans still pursue me."

The comment caused her to raise a brow. "Mewtwo? As in that Kanto Myth?" she looked him over. "Something about you did seem out of place...." Notheless she scoffed. "So you take a self depreciating stance instead of embracing that magnificent power that emanates from you..." she got closer, walking around him as she took him in.

"What if it was your conciousness that caused them to even bother trying to create you? What if it was a greater fate that prompted such pathetic beings into doing something wich sounds impossible?" her eyes narrowed. "Why belittle yourself into thinking your a product of those scum-ridden beings and not part of a better, bigger existence?"

"I do not belittle myself," he said. "I was created to be the most powerful Pokemon in the world. That does not mean I should exist. Humans created me for a purpose. I know what that purpose is. And I reject it."

He turned to face her finally. "I only want to be left alone," he told her. "I'm sure you have your own horrible experiences with the humans, as I'm sure all Pokemon have been wronged by them in some way. You have my sympathies. But we are not alike."

"Oh how drull, for such a powerful one to be as such." she shrugged before laughing. Suit yourself Mewtwo. Loneliness is a slowly festering deathwish..." She'd know. "If you ever decide you're better than that, I'll be around."

"Very well," he replied simply. "I'm certain we will see more of each other. Be careful of the humans here. There are many, and we are few. And many of them have less than noble intentions."

"You don't need to worry about me. I know where I stand..." she looked at him, eyes flaring up in a red glow. "Do you?"

"I do," Mewtwo said. "I don't need your worry or your pity."

With a shrug and a roll of her eyes she turned her back, but not before looking over her shoulder. "Humans are the least of your worries here... And with that attitude? Well, just fair advice, make some allies." And then she went back to the shadows.

Whatever that creature was, it was unmistakably a Pokémon. There was a familiar power to it that reminded Cyrus of Giratina...

He shivered. It looked nothing like the beast of shadow, but it still raised the same sensations.

He had to get to the bottom of this. Slowly, he moved to get a better view.

Mewtwo's eyes started to glow as Cyrus approached. He could sense another being's presence before he even saw it, and a voice spoke to Cyrus in his mind as he dared to invade Mewtwo's personal space.

"What do you want with me, human?"

Anyone around might have noticed the air become a little colder, a flurry of snowflakes falling from the sky--all signs that a particularly rare ice bird was flying overhead.

Articuno flapped down and perched next to her fellow infertile, dangerously-powerful pokemon.

"Hello. It seems you have found yourself trapped here as well."

Oh good. It was the ice bird. Mewtwo continued to stare into the distance, barely acknowledging Articuno's presence at all.

"And you as well. I don't suppose you understand why either," he spoke into her mind. There was at least some familiarity between the Kanto legends, it seemed.

He sighed, not out of relief or of anxiety but more out of understanding. It was a psychic type, that much was for certain. "You have a power that is familiar to me, and I wish to understand why."

"You assume I'm in the mood to discuss my origins with you," he replied without missing a beat. "Leave. Your kind's curiosity leads to nothing but disaster."

"My kind," Cyrus noted with a tiny smirk. "There are none others that may call themselves my peer."

"You think too highly of yourself," Mewtwo said with obvious disdain on his voice. "You are human. You reek of humanity. I have met too many who believed themselves superior to their fellow man. None of you realize the truth..."

Mewtwo turned to face him, eyes glowing softly. "Your kind are mere insects. A cancer upon this world. All of you."

"And yet a mere insect can topple empires. What do you believe grants you superiority?"

Mewtwo glanced over his shoulder, eyes glowing. "The fact that I could kill you with a thought if I felt so inclined," he replied.

"Shows of force are not superiority," Cyrus dismissed. "Yet if you insist, then do so. Know that I have done nothing to merit it."

Mewtwo raised his hand, and his eyes began to glow brighter. It felt as if an invisible hand grabbed Cyrus by the collar and began to heft him off the ground. "You are human," Mewtwo said. "That is reason enough. But if you so desire death, I can grant it to you."

But after a moment, Mewtwo simply lowered his hand, letting Cyrus fall to the rooftop. "I trust I've made my point clear," he said. "Don't presume to lecture me on superiority. Your kind created me to be the most powerful Pokemon the world has ever seen. Your kind succeeded. The creation has surpassed the creator. Never forget that."

Being threatened by a god was nothing to Cyrus. Being threatened by this being was less than nothing. Bravado, empty words, all of it.

"You speak as though power justifies anything," Cyrus continued, his voice dull. "That the more powerful are right and just to do what they wish. That is the thought of tyrants."

"Do not speak to me of tyrrany!" Mewtwo practically screamed inside Cyrus's mind. That seemed to hit a nerve with the psychic Pokemon... "What would you call the torture of an innocent creature that never asked to exist? Constant tests of my mental accuity, harvesting my DNA for examination, to find ways to improve or duplicate me, conditioning meant to make me subservient to a crime syndicate! Being strapped into a mind control harness to make me docile!"

Rubble started to rise from the rooftop as Mewtwo's anger grew. "You humans... You use, abuse, and manipulate anything you can get your hands on, and then discard it when it's of no use to you. You have made all Pokemon subservient to you, treating us like tools for your pleasure. Your entire RACE are tyrants. Tell me. If I were to start probing your memories, how much cruelty would I find lurking there? You're human. I've no doubt I'd find something in no time."

Cyrus simply returned the glare, nothing else betraying his emotions. "Eliminate humans and the process simply begins again. Another species will evolve and take our place, and again the world will be endangered by greed and suffering. To eliminate the cause, we must cut it off at the root."

He shrugged. "In order to accomplish that, we must eliminate emotion. All suffering, all strife...the world is being ruined by it. Even now, you stand before me enraged. You would destroy it all in your wrath, but you cannot hold back the tide."

There was almost a smile on Cyrus's face, thin but recognizable, as he held out a hand. "I offer of your own will for you to aid me in accomplishing my goal. Unlike your prior master I will not demand subservience, only the recognition of our common enemy."

Mewtwo stood silent for a moment, eyeing Cyrus's hand suspiciously. Even after all that, this man, this HUMAN, thought it had something to offer him. That Mewtwo would be sympathetic to its cause. It was laughable. He didn't trust him in the slightest. Trusting humans led to nothing but disaster in his experience, and he refused to take this offer at face value.

"If you're asking me to trust you, then you ask a foolish question. But I will... consider it," he replied. "A world without strife is... appealing to me. So I'll be watching you."

"Understandable. I commend your devotion. And yet I ask that you look at the big picture. Humans, human nature, are simply a symptom of a much more innate problem. Your quest to eliminate that violence is laudable, but misplaced."

"Then show me what you intend for this world. I will be watching you, and I will judge whether your cause is worthy of me and my power. Until then... Leave me be," Mewtwo replied, turning his back on Cyrus, crossing his arms.

"Very well."

Cyrus had no doubt that this beast would be impressed.

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