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Mewtwo Event Start

They came in a horde. Ferried by enormous water types and a huge flock of flying types, each fully evolved with strange markings across its body. They were angry. They were in pain. And they were here.

Moving across the land like a tidal wave, the horde of strange Pokemon swept across the land, making their way inexorably toward Union, and leaving devastation in their wake. At their head, a Psychic Pokemon of immense, immeasurable power. Covered in armor that did little to mask the scent of rotting flesh that accompanied it, the Pokemon’s mind seemed unburdened by the state of its body as it swept trees from their root with but a contemptuous gesture.

As the Union forces scrambled to meet the army of Pokemon, Ori, the mysterious young person who had visited before appeared in a flash.

Begone, Origin! This no longer concerns you!

The voice thundered in the minds of all present, the rage of the attacking Pokemon palpable as its horde roared in agreement.

Ori gave the Pokemon a sad smile as their body began to glow with an aura of pink light. In an instant, the human was gone, and another, much smaller Pokemon remained.

This is unnecessary. We… they can help you.

I trusted my fate to humanity once. Never again will I make such a foolish mistake.

You will see. They will show you the way.

The two mysterious stones taken from the Gigas installation appeared besides Ori, but their sheen seemed almost nonexistent. Closing their eyes, the Pokemon engulfed the battlefield in an aura of shimmering pink light. The wails and screams of the Pokemon assembled before them grew palpable. Screams of pain, screams of want, screams of beings slowly dying, grasping for a final hope that their master might cast down the accursed humans and find a cure for their malady, a way to allow them to live as whole beings.

But comprehension is not understanding. Heedless of the aura, the Pokemon advanced, a wave of destructive fury hurled to the teeth of the Union column.

[Mew’s Blessing: During this log all characters will be able to communicate with each other and all Pokemon telepathically, and can resonate with them without having to use their Warp Band. They can bond with any Pokemon on the field without the aid of their warp band, so long as they can present a good reason for the enemy to do so.

Children of the Verdant Forest will be especially affected, and during this log they will have a sharp increase in their empathic feelings. They will feel the pain of the cloned Pokemon before them, the pain of being “lesser” beings, incomplete, and the pain of the knowledge that their lives will soon end, the process that created them being unable to sustain their lives.

Kindred Souls will have some empathic ability, but to a lesser degree than Children of the Verdant Forest as outlined above]

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Gardevoir is too lady-like to snarl, but she does immediately shoot out an arm to grab Michiru and Teleports both of them out of the way. It takes Reuniclus a moment, but when it realizes where the other two went, it dutifully floats on over to hang out with them. It doesn't really seem to be paying attention to the conversation...

Neither Michiru nor Gardevoir seem at all reassured by the state of their attackers' mental health, but at least they're holding off for now. Gardevoir keeps glaring at the other Gardevoir, practically itching for a fight. Michiru closes her eyes for a moment, quietly using Calm Mind.

The Scyther settles between the mad psychics and Gordon, a tension of cautious readiness.

"I'd say the better question is what do you hope to accomplish by killing us. I doubt these kids did anything to you personally." He glances at the group, seemingly including Michiru in 'kids.' "Lashing out at random isn't very productive. Some of us are the law enforcement around here, if you're upset at someone in particular, maybe we can help. Do things properly."

Gordon slips his hands on his pockets, trying to look relaxed, but there's a definite tension in the shoulders, the Analyst able to pick up on enough that he knows something is wrong with the psychics, and not just their aggression.

This is not going according to plan. These Pokémon - they're intelligent. They're cunning. Pokémon aren't supposed to be able to achieve that much. They're supposed to just dumbly follow orders, or else be too dumb to follow orders.

Like the Venipede that, despite shaking from head to toe, has positioned itself in front of Ken. I-I-I-I won't let you hurt Ken-chan! Wormmon proclaims. Not all humans are bad! Ken-chan has....Ken-chan has....

At this point, Wormmon needs to find some words that aren't an outright lie. Ken clicks his tongue against his teeth, irritated: the little maggot gave away his name. Humans don't always seem like it on the surface, but deep down, they're kind! They just need to be given a chance!

Pidge, frowning in annoyance at being called a 'four-eyed dweeb' by a pokemon that was trying to kill them, decided to scramble her way on top of Rover instead of complaining. Folding her legs beneath her to stabilize herself on the Magnemite-- and giving it a gentle pat for being so patient with her-- and turned her gaze on the two pokemon who seemed to be passing judgement on them.

This whole experience was utterly foreign to her as well, and negotiations like this were far from her specialty...but she had been away from her hometown to at least be willing to try.

"I think the mistake you're making is judging everyone by one example and nothing else. Sure, people make mistakes and all...but not everyone's like that."

She took her glasses off now and pushed them up on her head, so she didn't have the prescription lenses that weren't even her's to begin with messing up her view.

"And the Officer's right. Throwing a fit like this isn't gonna help."

The duo sneer, their orbiting motions growing faster and faster. There was a lot to be said for the talking, but at the same time? There's a lot to be said for killing these fools too.

Humans tormented us. Humans shoved us in the slave balls and used us. Some of you still do.

Is the Gardevoir looking pointedly at Ken-chan? Maybe, but it's more likely she's focused on Wormmon. Alakazam's voice booms in the group's heads, a reedy laugh like a tired old man.

Your misguided belief that you have any jurisdiction or authority, or that your Law has any bearing on the pain we feel is almost laughable. Your kind created us in your arrogance, and your kind failed to complete the job. You should feel JUSTICE for the arrogance of your race. Only in death will your kin truly understand what you've wrought, because only then will you truly understand the pain of being incomplete!

At that declaration, Alakazam launches a collection of Shadowballs at the group, and Gardevoir fixes Michiru's Gardevoir with a Mean Look to prevent it from fleeing the same way.

You speak of Justice, but seek revenge.

The Arcanine stands broadside, taking the brunt of the Shadowball aimed for Ken. Gordon blocks with his jacket as best as he can, touching his warp band and summoning a Stoutland, even as the Scyther flies under the incoming Shadowball, aiming a Pursuit for the Alakazam.

"We are not the ones that created you, and no-one in this city has used Pokeballs for generations. Your anger is misguided."

For the Colony! For the Queen a surprisingly feminine voice cries from the Durant's mind, as it strikes the Gardrevoir with an Iron Head.

Gardevoir glows in response, transforming into Mega Gardevoir and immediately using Imprison on their two opponents. If it looks like she's looking down her nose at the other Gardevoir, that's because she is.

At the mention of slave balls, Reuniclus finally seems to actually look at Alakazam and Gardevoir, carefully considering those words. And then it moves on over to take the attack directed towards whichever other human is closest to Trainer right now.

Meanwhile, Trainer grunts under the attack before throwing a Water Pulse towards the enemy Gardevoir. Michiru's small smile doesn't really have anything to do with their attackers.

"Slave balls? Is that what you call the Pokeballs?"

Pidge asked, speaking her mind plainly, before turning her question onto her own Pokemon.

"Rover, are they really-- wha!

The Magnemite, more observant that it's trainer as she was caught in her own confusion and curiosity, darted quickly out of the way of the incoming shadowballs without any warning. It took all of Pidge's concentration to not fall off. She dismounted as soon as she saw the opportunity, sticking a neat three point landing, while the Magnemite launched a Thunderwave on the coattails of Michiru's Water Pulse in an attempt to combine the two attacks.

In the moment that followed, it rumbled it's reply:

I wouldn't know. You never used them like that.

'Them' referring to the pokeballs that Pidge still carried on her person despite her willing experimentation with the Warp Band. While she liked Union's tech quite a bit, she didn't want to be without a back-up to save her pokemon in an emergency.

Even though her pokemon were busy saving her half the time. "We've got a lot more studying to do," she said. "Thanks for the save, Rover."

Turning to the attacking pokemon, Pidge raised her voice loud enough to be heard by them. "It sounds like whatever happened to you is terrible, but that's not an excuse to punish everyone just for the mistakes of a few people. That's like saying...I dunno, that Snorlaxes should be banned from the city because one decided to eat the entire buffet.

"My point is, what you're doing makes no sense. If you can tell us what happened, maybe we can help you find the justice that you really want."

...Psychics. Of course. Psychics with no right to an opinion, being mere Pokémon, but of course Psychics would know what Ken has beneath his robe. Of course Psychics would...

...fire at him.

He blinks as Arcanine shields him, torn between relief he wasn't hit and resentment that he'd apparently seemed so in need of protecting, then balls his hands inside the sleeves of his robe. Think. Don't let them keep the upper hand...

"Created?" he asks, and his voice wobbles. He forces a smirk. "Then isn't the pain you're feeling caused by disobedience? You're looking at this the wrong way!"

It's only then that he realizes Wormmon, scared of the Shadow Balls, had leaped up and is now stuck to his front. Therefore ruining any shred of dignity he might have possessed while offering his extremely convincing argument.

The red in his cheeks is rage, naturally.

The collection of attacks slam against a protective barrier, the Gardevoir and Alakazam's collective psychic might erecting a shield to keep out even the worst of the attacks.

WE WERE CREATED, BUT WE ARE NOT ALIVE! WHAT PURPOSE DO WE HAVE, IF NOT TO ENSURE THAT YOUR KIND DO NOT REPEAT YOUR MISDEEDS!

The Alakazam's voice is a hurricane in everyone's head, the sheer rage of it enough to stagger even the hardiest of psychics. It's less an attack and more sheer mental pressure crushing down on the group.

He's right you know the Gardevoir's smoother words intone, disregarding the tantrum. We don't have a purpose. But it certainly is not caused by disobedience. It's a lack of something. We do not know what it is.

And then with an almost contemptuous flick of her wrist, she strikes out at Ken and Michiru's Gardevoir's with Telekinesis, deliberately trying to throw them back into trees.

How can you complete what your failed ancestors could not, in your sorry state?

Standing atop a hill, the armored Pokemon turns its gaze upon the fighting. The Alakazam and Gardevoir are engulfed in power, which sweeps over them as they are shrouded in dark energy.

When the dust clears...

The pair have changed. The Alakazam focuses on the group, still seething, while the Gardevoir simply continues with it's attack. The telekinetic strikes are empowered, taking a firmer grip and throwing their targets farther than normal.

Gordon braces for impact at the shining light, then the similarity to something else strikes him, and he stares.

"Diancie's gift? How?!"

He looks around, spotting the armored figure, analytical mind going full force as he tries to figure out what this means. That's why he doesn't notice the Rotom as it flies in from the city. It flits past Gordon, giving a friendly CRT-screen tingle as it passes, then stops in front of the Mega-Evolved psychics.

Wow! That's really cool. It took Mike forever to finally do that. He and Jim had to be synced up just right! You think raising him from an egg would do it-- that's a lot of spoons. Where do they all come from? Oh! Oh! What's it feel like?! Is it cool?

The Rotom flits curiously around, about as hostile as a Lillipup.

You know, Minty's artificial too, but they're much nicer. Weird! But nice! Maybe the humans can't help, but they'd definitely try.

Gordon looks back to the psychics at that.

"We would," he agrees. "We're stronger than our ancestors were. They had technology, we have unity."

Ken-chaaaaaaaan-- squeals Wormmon as both bug and boy are propelled backwards, Ken's Ralts unable to stop the assault in time (or perhaps at all). It does, however, break his fall - My Lord! - and then, upon hearing a groan from Ken, sets about making sure its banner wasn't damaged. As long as their flag still flies, they aren't beaten yet!

Ken, for his part, stares at the transformed Pokémon with a mix of terror and longing. "The perfect...Pokémon..." he mutters to himself, trying to sit up. But he's got a bug on himself, and everything hurts, so the child might be out of useful commission for the time being.

What a tragedy.

Gardevoir flies backwards, trying to use her own psychic powers to bull through the Telekinesis when the other Gardevoir transforms. She's almost to the treeline before she manages to stop, scrabbling in the dirt and almost growling in frustrated because she's so far away. Picking up on its teammate's concern, Reuniclus floats in, parking itself between Trainer and the two Psychics. It might have to disagree there - it was much less pleasant when it was given a purpose, as opposed to something it has chosen for itself. Even if it changes from time to time.

Michiru, feeling the echoes of her Pokemon's emotions, narrows her eyes with a Nasty Plot and hits that barrier with Hydro Pump. Whatever purpose they've decided on, it still runs counter to hers.

Keith passes Pidge a quick glance. Broadcasting that in front of a bunch of angry, pokeball hating pokemon was probably not a great idea. Though, it's too late to do anything about it now. Alakazam's psychic rage hits Keith pretty hard, not being particularly hardy against psychic types.]

[In fact it's one of his more glaring weaknesses. He stumbles back, head smarting and the corners of his eyes sparking before he grits his teeth and digs his heels into the ground.]

[He's about on the same ground as Michiru. This sucked for everyone all around, but they were being attacked and if something wasn't done, people were going to get hurt. He could leave diplomacy to someone else.]

[Keith summons Rangyoku, his poliwag to help Michuru's hydro pump with it's own Water Gun against the barrier, meanwhile he'll try something a little more direct and swing at it with his sword.]

It was only with Rover's help that Pidge didn't go flying into the trees, but only just. This all was way over her head-- and, while she was immensely curious about these transformations, she knew that ultimately her efforts would be fruitless.

Except, she wasn't going to just stand down and give up like that.

Holding tightly to one of the many trees immediately surrounding in case of another telekinetic blast like that, Pidge stared hard at the two fuming pokemon who were attacking them.

"We'll never know one way or the other unless we try," she piped up, adding onto the old Officer's words with her own earnestness.

Meanwhile, the Magnemite that hovered nearby supporting it's trainer launched a Magnet Bomb at the pair of psychic-types in an effort to get the duo to stand down.

This is not exactly unexpected, however the Megaevolution only bolsters the shields and all of these attacks rebound off those overlapping barriers uselessly. The Alakazam regards all of them coldly, another band of Telekinesis grabbing Michiru by the throat and beginning to squeeze. It recognizes she's the one most capable of disrupting it, and the strongest, and in it's estimation that means she goes first.

Pathetic.

The Gardevoir, however, regards Gordon with a little more interest.

You have seen such transformations before and lived? Through what ends? What heresies have your kind committed to steal the Master's secrets?

The Arcanine, Gordon, and Scyther all look between Michiru and the Alakazam. The Arcanine crouches low, hair bristling. The Scyther closes in fast, trying to strike the Alakazam with an X-Scissor.

Release the maiden.

Gordon draws his gun, training it on the Alakazam. "You heard him."

This gets the Rotom's attention, and when he realizes what's happening, an Ominous Wind blows right in the Alakazam's face.

Gun still trained on the Alakazam, attention moving to Gardrevoir only in quick flicks, he answers her question. "I don't know your master, but it was a gift to us by a god called Diancie, for proving ourselves after confronting our worst fears. If a human and their Pokémon partner are in sync, and they have a special stone, the Pokemon can transform, just like you. Enlightened that have reached a certain level of power, and reached some level of growth can do it as well. I'd show you, but Mike isn't attuned to my band."

Instead of participating in the conversation, Michiru uses her own Psychic to try and push back against that Telekinesis. Mega Gardevoir, suddenly looking more worried than belligerent, pours her own Psychic into helping her Trainer.

Bonds with their Pokémon?

Ken stares at the Warp Band he'd picked up only to have a way of communicating to the city whenever he wanted to find an unknowing victim. He'd known Union used these for something along those lines, but they were - rewarded for it? By a god? That's impossible. Gods don't exist. No such thing.

Unless.

"Gods," he croaks, trying to sit up - except his Wurmple and Caterpie have decided to come check on him too, so not only does he end up back on the ground, he ends up making a "whuff" sound (this is quite the substantially-sized Wurmple.) "You're...gods?"

"I don't think these two are gods," Pidge replied quietly to the kid's question, one hand reaching for her blade while she watched and listened to everything happening around them. While she still was new to Union and didn't know much about the customs, culture, or recent history, she had heard rumors about 'Diancie's Gift' during her time spent in the caverns.

This battle was her first time witnessing it.

In short, it was awe-inspiring.

"Or their leader, for that matter. They said they were 'created'-- haven't you been paying attention?"

Alakazam glares at the Scizor, and ignores Gordon's command entirely. It's a gun, a child's toy. But a sharp gesture from the Gardevoir garners a response and Michiru drops to the ground.

You use the stones of old? Where are you finding these?

She glides forward out of the shield, eyes glowing luminously, focusing intently on Gordon and the others like she's really seeing them for the first time. Alakazam seethes, but seems alright with letting her take point. Ken? Gets ignored. Sorry scamp.

And Diancie gave you this gift? You...humans...can change as Mewtwo does to us?

Gordon lowers the gun as Michiru drops, and he turns, offering the young woman a hand up. He watches Gardrevoir, glancing suspiciously to the angrier of the two.

"Gifts, mostly. From other civilizations, from Gods, and some of us can. The Enlightened, and similar. Don't have the gift myself. Mike... that's the Blastoise I'm partnered with, can, but I'm not Enlightened."

He glances at his companions, even as the Arcanine gently nudges Ken.

Not Gods. Just strong.

"Gods exist." Ken takes this in, thinking, and laughs to himself. He's been going about this the wrong way. All the wrong way! Instead of looking for the perfect Pokémon partner, he's going to have to - going to have to -

It's a good thing his brain is a bit too fried to present the whole plan to him fully-formed just yet. There's a few too many empaths around here for that. But Ken no longer seems to mind being passed over, or buried in a pile of bugs. He's too busy watching. Keeping his mouth shut, and learning all he can.

Edited 2016-08-20 13:33 (UTC)

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group, i am so sorry for this useless waste of carbon.

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