[[Alrighty, so this is my first LJ RP so it's only natural that I'm going to massively muck something up. Let me know what I did, or what I can do better!

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Mewtwo hadn't left his basement much over the past few weeks. He was still recovering from the shock that Amber's resurrection had given him, along with the sudden rush of memories that came with it. When he did leave, he was sullen and quiet, avoiding the others when possible.

That didn't mean that he wasn't watching them. One of the advantages of being a powerful psychic was that you didn't have to be physically there to know what was happening. Mewtwo entered Shia's and Amber's minds to check up- he didn't dare touch Yuki's after what had happened last time.

This lifestyle didn't come without side-effects. Mewtwo was starting to go a little stir-crazy, for one thing. A year ago, he would have been content seeing no one. Now, after speaking to Shia on a daily basis, the total lack of outside communication felt uncomfortable. He missed it, although it wasn't something he would admit easily.

Another side effect was that his meals were quick and infrequent. He waited until the others weren't around, then darted out to feed. This was getting frustrating and tiring; Mewtwo was about ready to give up his isolation already. The final thread snapped when a delicious aroma drifted down into the basement from above. What...? He scanned with his mind and, detecting Shia, decided to venture up for just a few minutes.

I wonder if something productive actually resulted from a virus. They were right- if her behaviour does not match with that of other humans, she must not be one. Whether it is because she is a clone or because she is otherwise modified is irrelevant. Everything can proceed as planned because nothing has changed. ...Nothing that is pertinent, anyway.

It seems as though Fuji was less skilled than he knew.

When he needed to, Mewtwo slept on the floor in the deepest basement of his laboratory. It was where he felt most comfortable, for some reason, as though being on the otherwise abandoned level far beneath everyone else was somehow more secure. There, in the privacy and the darkness, he could try to forget about everything that troubled him and enjoy a retreat that he would never admit he needed.

It couldn't last. Already the community had somehow slipped a sleeping stranger into his refuge: a purple, cat-like Digimon. Although he was usually a light sleeper, the Pokemon continued to dream (a shifting, repeating kaleidescope of people he knew transforming into blue sparks only to reform as other familiar faces), even drawing nearer to the intruder. Near enough that soon he was holding Impmon as a distressed child might hold a toy for comfort.

All told, it was going to be a rather unfortunate morning.

Mewtwo was involved in another vicious flame-war conversation with Nagato Yuki. He hoped that she had given up on her observation of his online correspondence- who knew what she had seen? He knew her to be an able hacker, possibly able to break through even the best locks he could create.

He stood in front of the old desktop computer in his basement, the keys in front of him clicking steadily despite the fact that his arms were motionless at his sides. Yuki claimed to have a way of not just getting information on his capabilities, but of getting information that no one could possibly know- not even he knew for certain if he could train humans to be powerful psychics.

It took six clicks to spell out "How?" and one from the mouse to send the comment. Perhaps she would be informative, although he doubted it. She never was.

He frowned, waiting for her response...



((SHIA SHIA WHEN YOU SEE THIS: This starts off in the basement so Shia probably won't know about it for a bit- convenient, because you're sick and might not be up for tagging a RL at the moment(?). They'll either move above ground or we can arrange an explosion or something whenever you want to get involved. WE'LL TALK ON AIM SOONER OR LATER.))

I have seen already that Shia can Transform into other forms. I should already have chosen the Pokemon that she should practice becoming, but... it is an unexpectedly difficult decision.

It is important that it be naturally powerful. That is obvious. If she cannot defend herself effectively as she is, she must have a more powerful option. It has been made clear that she cannot. Raw strength will not be sufficient, however; I must also select a Pokemon that has a great number of useful abilities available to it.

A Psychic Type would be best, as I could train her myself. If this is the case, we will be able to avoid the time it will take for her to develop her abilities through human methods. Under my instruction, it would be a simple matter to

The difficulty comes from the very limited number of Psychic type Pokemon available as a template. Hypno are clumsy Psychics at best, and Mr. Mime are worse. Jynx and Alakazam are known to have pitiful endurance. The few others do not even merit consideration.

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There are obviously no more options.


I wonder about the other Pokemon I have seen on the community. Suicune, at least, is something out of the ordinary. None of them can be properly judged, however, with this lack of information.


...I cannot understand why I am wasting my time with this. The only manner in which I benefit from an increase in Shia's abilities is that I will not have to defend her myself. The question remains of why I am

It would be far more sensible to
This is ridiculous.

((YUKI YUKI YUKI I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR OUR PURPOSES I KNOW IT'S NOT QUITE WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT BUT WE DIDN'T REALLY HAVE ANY CLEAR TOPIC ANYWAY OTHER THAN ANGST ANGST ANGST AND REALLY I THOUGHT IT WAS MORE IC FOR MEWTWO TO INDICATE HE'S ACTUALLY WAS WORKING ON ACCOMPLISHING SOMETHING (IT IS SOMETHING WITH ANGST ANGST ANGSTY UNDERTONES, AT LEAST). IF IT WON'T DO THE TRICK JUST LET ME KNOW AND I'LL THROW SOMETHING ELSE TOGETHER ASAP.))

((Backdated forever, har))

Mewtwo was waiting for Shia in the huge stadium in the middle of New Island, a blue-clad woman with purple hair standing vacantly nearby. Mewtwo did not have vast knowledge of how a human gained psychic powers, so he had gone directly to the source: Saffron City Gym. Even the strongest of human psychics was no match for them- at the moment they were probably trying to work out how their Pokemon had been defeated and why they couldn't remember the past several hours. He would return this one when he was done with her.

But for now, she was needed for his lesson.

Hades. Is it true that this unusual weather is your doing?

Shia. Are the objects in your location moving to attack you?

It has been well established that Mewtwo's curiosity occasionally pulls him away from what he should be doing toward what is interesting. The sudden transformation of the being who shared his home could be safely categorized as 'interesting,' especially given that she transformed into an animal to which he had been frequently compared.

It would be worth looking at, although he doubted that she would look as impressive as Dark Nation had.

He found her curled up on her futon. ...She was very small and fluffy. Definitely not as impressive as the panther had been.

At last, it was over. Hades's ridiculous demands had been met, and Shia would be back any moment. Mewtwo watched the body lying on the flat table of his main hall intently, searching for a sign of life. If Hades had betrayed him, he would find and kill the god of death himself.

Now that there was nothing that he could do but wait, his self-doubt had returned. Why had he done all that? She had controlled him somehow from beyond death. He gained nothing from the many humiliations he had gone through for her sake. This ...made no sense.

He was trying to force his talk with Freyja from his mind. He didn't care. He could not. He had the plans for his creation, and they specified that the capacity for compassion was to be removed. His creators had reached their goal in constructing the most powerful being alive. Could it be that they had failed in crafting that one aspect of him?

It was impossible. Of course it was. It had to be, or else he was not what he was meant to be. To be the ideal weapon was why he existed. If he was not that, he was worthless.



He continued to watch the body of the demon whose revival was so important to him.


...

Mewtwo had finally found Rufus. It was only a matter of finding the few things he needed, then taking them to Hades. It had been more difficult than he had expected, but he was almost done.

He had spent some time observing the house, looking for its weak points. It didn't look remarkable to him, but there must be a reason that Rufus had chosen it. He was certain that Rufus had come here in order to evade him.

There was nothing to do but to enter and search. The cat, 'Dark Nation,' shouldn't be difficult to find, at least. He floated around the house, looking for the best point of entry. An empty room caught his eye- a bedroom. Possibly even Rufus's. It would do.

He Teleported inside, looking around suspiciously. He knew that Rufus had powerful weapons.

Kaitou Kid.

You recently were in contact with Rufus ShinRa. I require information on his location.

Name your price.

((Following this.))

Mewtwo turned away from his computer. He didn't know why he was discouraging Shia from letting herself die. Why did he care? She was just some strange demon girl who shouldn't matter at all, but somehow... he ended that thought then and there.

Why did she have to ask questions? She should just accept what he had done.

Only, Mewtwo knew that he had been avoiding the same questions ever since she had come to his world for the first time.

((Backdated to the 26th, after this))

Mewtwo waited at the same location that he had met Shia at before. Not, this time, because he wished to keep his island a secret from her but because this was the only location that she knew to come to.

Why had he allowed her to come? This was foolish- there was so much that she could interfere with, so many secrets that she could find...

He heard a noise nearby and shoved his doubt to the side- was that her?

((OoC: Backdated to two days ago, shortly after this. ( Explanation for the lazy but curious ) ))


I do not understand. Why should I respond in such a way to a being that I neither know nor care for? She is foolishly and selfishly allowing herself to
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Why can't I think clearly?

The Unknown Dungeon was the place in which Mewtwo preformed all of his transactions with the community members. It kept the location of his island as secret as possible, and was almost never occupied with trainers. Mewtwo entered the minds of the wild Pokemon in the area and ordered them to stay away from his location- they would obey.

He was very much on his guard, with psychic barriers raised to prevent access to his mind. If this demon truly could sense something in him, it was perhaps his powerful mind. If she could sense his mind, that was only a few steps from reading his thoughts.

He waited near the entrance of the damp cave, ready for any sign of the member he had spoken to.

I was unaware that memory loss occasionally accompanied viruses.

It is interesting to read my responses during the virus. It seems that had I experienced childhood, I would have been inclined to manipulate others as a source of power rather than making use of my own.

I wonder who caused this virus.

((Continued from this.))

The video camera showed that Bass was still trying to pull himself free from the billboard when help arrived. A storm had blown up, and a wild wind was tearing the remaining stickers from him, rainwater streaming down his body.

His constant stream of curses continued relentlessly, but he vanished from view for a moment, obscured by a dim purple tail passing in front of the camera.

Mewtwo watched the robot for a moment, floating just off-camera. Why was he even doing this?

Thunder boomed nearby, but the Pokemon didn't fear the storm. Even the rain didn't affect him- it bounced off of an invisible barrier just over his head.

Mewtwo waited in the Unknown Dungeon. This location had been chosen for more than its inaccessibility. The powerful wild Pokemon lurking within were enough to defeat almost anything. This was a test for the strange Pokemon that claimed to be of Legendary status. The first of many.

He was on a raised rock plinth deep within the cave, planning what he would do. If this Pokemon could indeed reach him, it may be worthy of further investigation. He would see.