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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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Lilac eyes glance to Sinbad, a hint of wonder flickering in her mind's eye, before she looks up at the Gengar. Notes its markings - its..scars? She's never seen patches like that on any pokémon.

She does not know if the pained being wants truth. But it is hard to hide mind to mind. The dreams of the dark, and of fire and flames and a dull distant roar of doom stay nestled past the sleepless nights in her brain, and she can sense Ymir's dismay, as if he knows what it is she's thinking of, what she's about to say. She's taken to guarding her story outside of a chosen few, once she'd really come to terms with her own situation - and truthfully, she's not sure how much it might help now.

"I do not know." Her tone is not flat, but both her hands are moved to be visible, the flat of her palms turned upwards. "I do not know who I..who I was, before I came to Union. Perhaps that is the payment I made to be here, an exchange made by the Gods to awaken at the Shrine. Maybe I hit my head. Maybe all this is a dream. But I have no knowledge of..parents, of makers, of schooling. I have years of history lost to me." She does not seek sympathy in this, certainly not from those around her. it's something that simply Is. Ymir shifts in place, radiating unhappiness, steel form shimmering as Iron Defense is called upon, but he does not, yet, move to attack.

Pamela has a Gengar back at home, but she's not certain Crocus would be able to bond with this Gengar, who's referred to itself as a construct. Poppy, her Froslass, looks noticeably concerned in her body language, though none of her Pokemon are eager to fight this Pokemon who's lashing out, despite the pain unleashed on them.

"I have not experienced what you have," she said to the Gengar. Her relationship with her family was distant, but the Gengar's experiences were more akin to the Homunculi from Sanctuary. "But I would like to understand, and to help if there's something that can be done to make things better for you. Once we know what you need, what would help bring you peace...then we can speak with our actions instead."

Duo's team didn't attack, but remained defensive. If their trainer was going to give himself up, that was his choice, but they weren't going to leave him helpless.

"We can only understand what you tell us," he said, in response to the comment about being a construct. "But, we want to understand, and we want to see if there's a way we can help. The only way that can happen is if you trust us."

And if what I need is your DEATHS?

Gengar has been kept from attacking again, which is...something, though it doesn't look any happier. If destruction is the only thing that will appease me? Will you grant me that? Will you grant me THAT peace?

It sounds, even mentally, like it doubts it. Foolish humans. Always thinking of themselves first.

He held his hand out. "Would that really bring you peace?" He asks, meeting it's eyes. "You're right, I can't know what it feels like to be in your position, but grief, suffering - pain, wanting to make it stop - You're not wrong for that, We're not saying that, we only want to help you process it." It's a gamble, but if it would somehow let him get through to the Ghost, he'll take it despite the risk.

"Then go ahead - I'm wide open. If that is truly going to make your pain stop, then go ahead."

Sinbad! Stop being ridiculous, you're going to get yourself killed like this! Badr bristles.

Edited 2016-08-17 16:35 (UTC)

Sophia's jaw drops open at Sinbad's offer, before she shakes her head, extending on hand towards him, the other towards the Gengar. Death was absolutely not the answer. She'd rather no one fight at all, let alone strike down another simply because.

"But will it? Pain is...hard, to deal with. To cope with. I can't speak to what you've been through, amd you are certainly not obligated to share how your pain came to be with us.. But how would any death solve anything, when you yourself are a ghost returned? There's no guarantee of permanence, not for Pokémon, and not for us either. Meaning there's no guarantee that this will sooth your heart, that such an action would sooth your soul."

How many deaths have you already been through, how many have you brought about in others, in seeking that peace? That so-called justice? Ymir's voice is deeper, flat, lacking inflection, and Sophia glances at him, brows furrowing slightly. Their deaths won't change what was done to you. You won't forget.

Pamela looked startled at Sinbad's offer. She certainly wasn't going to offer that of herself, but she was earnest in her desire to help the poor Gengar.

"What if we were to track down the people who did this to you, and imprison them for the pain they caused you?" Pamela offered. "It wouldn't undo what happened, but we could make them face justice and make sure they couldn't hurt anyone else - Pokemon or human."

Duo frowned. It seemed to be the most focused on Sinbad. That was fine, but Pamela's comment got his attention. He shook his head.

"No."

Suddenly, something clicked. He and a team had found something that sounded a lot like this. Creation of Pokémon.

"I don't think the people that did this to them are even still around." He looked at Sinbad. Since the Gengar seemed to being paying the most attention to him...

"Hey... ask it about Mew-Two."

His eyes widened as Sophia grabbed his hand. Then Duo's words sparked the memory within him of the past.

"That's - I met him!" He stated quickly, startling himself by how quickly he blurted it out. "Sort of - it's a long story." Sinbad clarifies as he turns to the Gengar. "Does that name sound familiar to you?"

Gengar had been revving up for another speech - or maybe to pass through Sinbad again and rip him apart limb from limb, who knows - when That Name gets dropped like a sack of bricks into the conversation. For the first time, the angry mask drops, and he just looks confused.

It doesn't last long.

You knew? he asked. You knew about what they'd done to the Master.....why did you do nothing??

He's angry again. Particularly at Duo and Sinbad, who each receive a Mean Look for their Grievous Crime.

"Because I couldn't help him!" He cried out. "I still don't know why or how, but me and my friends, we were dragged into the past - he and his companions were fighting these black-shirted men."

Sinbad...

His shoulders hunched up, as much from the withering glare that seem to lock him into place as well from the memory. "We had none of our abilities - do you know what it's like to no longer be able to understand someone you raised from an egg? - I had to keep his friends from hurting mine while they took down those guys." His hand curled up into a fist, holding it to his heart, eyes squeezing shut. "Then those devices came flying - before any of us could do anything, we were thrown back to our time."

"That's why I want to help you! I couldn't last time and I don't want that again!"

That Name rings no bells for Sophia, so this is as much news for her as it is the Haunter. But the swooping Pokémon beyond them, striking across the battlefield, has a name - 'Mewtwo'.

The glare is noticed, yet as it is not directed at her, she ignores it, moving her hand to Sinbad's shoulder, giving a sympathetic squeeze.

"Not all of us were there for that - the original event, or the one that Sinbad was present for." Would that she had been. "But, the same mistakes will only be made if we do not understand the events of the past. To save our futures - yours, and ours! - we need to know, so we can change things for the better."

"Wouldn't you rather create that future, together, than destroy any chance of something better for everyone? Including you?"

Duo visibly winced from the Mean Look, but hadn't been planning on going anywhere anyway. Not just yet.

"It was in the past... a very long time ago, longer than we have been here," he said. "If you want to hold us responsible for what our ancestors did, then just get it over with. But, know this, we are not our ancestors. We're different now. Do you want our help or not?"

You were there... Gengar deliberates this. You were there, and powerless. And now, you invite vengeance itself into your homes. Knowing we can turn on you at any time as we did Then! Knowing we take care of our own. And will until we draw our last ragged breath.

Its eyes narrow. Humanity has changed colors indeed. In the breed of its FOOLISHNESS.

And it walks up to Sinbad and moves to thrust a Ghostly arm through his head, but doesn't launch an attack just yet. Instead, it keeps its arm suspended there, checking both its victim and its victims' companions for reactions. Words are one thing. Deeds are another.

Don't you dare hurt him or I swear-! The dragonite snarls.

"Badr! Hold your ground!" He couldn't help but shiver as the ghost went through his head, nearly going cross-eyed staring at the arm. Even if Mean Look hadn't locked him in place, Sinbad lifted his chin, to keep looking at the ghost-type, blinking away the start of tears. "He said he and the constructs were created as tools to be discarded." The young man rasps, taking in a deep breath - he won't lie, he doesn't want to die - but he's willing to put his neck on the line if means he could reach the Gengar.

"But - even if that was the creator's intent, that's not right - every thinking, every feeling person or creature deserves to live and be free."

Duo stepped forward, not to attack, but to defend. He knew ghost typing... he was one, after all. And he knew the weird feelings it could leave with others, especially those weak to it.

"No one here is just a tool," Duo said. "That includes all of you. Those mistakes were in the past. Your vengeance has no meaning on us. We are not the ones who hurt you. What can you possibly hope to achieve now? It's been so long. Those you want revenge against aren't even alive anymore."

His Duskull, normally quiet, actually moved forward now. "It's true. These humans are kind. They care about us. I've watched this one," he waved a stubby little arm flap towards Duo, "for a long time. He won't hurt you."

Duo's whole team seemed surprised that Shinigami had spoken more than a few words, but this was important.

Pamela was surprised at the revelation, and at how long ago this Gengar and its companions had been created by humans to be nothing more than tools. For her, it also served as a reminder of the importance of ethical research. She was a researcher and pushing forward new discoveries was immensely rewarding for her. But in cases like this one, or in the case of the homunculi from Sanctuary, the cost was greater than the advancement.

Her Froslass, Poppy, floated forward. "These humans don't treat Pokemon like things. They don't capture them and make them fight. They bond with them and when they do have to fight, they fight right beside their Pokemon. They treat us as companions, not tools."

Companions, repeats Gengar, trying out the word in its mental mouth. Its hand clenches in a fist, as if trying to squeeze Sinbad's brain out of his head - but exerts no actual, physical pressure. The whole world has degraded. All a simpering lot of fools.

The hand withdraws. Gengar frowns. And then it looks away. It actually takes its eyes off the humans. You'll need that companionship. To ensure you aren't trapped by your own foolishness.

Sophia's hand remains still, tightening when the Gengar sinks its hand into Sinbad's head but not dropping away, not pulling him free. She's afraid for him, yes, and her heart aches for the Gengar - to be so angry, so hurt, speaks much of it's pain - but there is a certain level of trust she's prepared to placed. Sinbad offered, and thus far...

Thus far the young man shows no sign of pain. Just compassion, which earns her respect. There's no hiding the breathe that escapes her lips when the Ghost-type pulls back and away, though she does not yet let her shoulders slump, nor let herself relax. Especially as something small escapes the company of her older pokémon, small hooves picking across the dirt until the ponyta pushes her nose between Sinbad and Sophia so she can look up at the Gengar.

Can we go home? She doesn't quite understand this talk of fools or companions, but her little flame puff of a tail flickers as she talks. The filly foal is shy, but earnest, especially now the ghost pokémon isn't yelling any more. Do you want to come home, too?

"You really think we're just being fools?" Duo frowned a bit. "Fools for trying to do the right thing and fix past mistakes?" He walked forward getting close. "Maybe we are, but we also care. And sometimes you gotta take a risk, or do something that people think is foolish to stand up for what you think is right." He got right next to them now. "So here we are... trying to do the right thing, even if others think it's foolish."

{OOC: Is anyone going to try bonding or can I?}

(ooc: I would actually like to attempt to bond, if there's multiple wants of bond, I'd say let the gm decide)

An involuntary shiver ran up his spine as the fist clenched, then faintest of sighs escapes as it withdrew. His tail sway which had been stiff from steeling himself start to relax and sway as Badr rush to his side, fussing over him - asking several variations of 'are you all right?'.

He actually grins and laughed at the fool comment, giving the tiniest of shrugs. "You're far from the first to call me that." Sinbad glances over to Sophia's pokemon. "That is a good question, where will you go from here? You're free of course to strike it out on your own, but you can come with any one of us - even if it's just out of morbid curiosity or to be there to say 'I told you so'."

Gengar thinks. It spares a single glance for the armored Pokémon who'd led its charge, then sighs with enough psychic force to ruffle everybody's hair.

And it floats over to Sinbad. I shall observe, it decides, settling down among the ranks of the young man's Pokémon. Should you risk your life in your foolishness, perhaps I can be of use in what little time remains to me. And, if you displease me -

It raises a hand again. I can always finish what was begun.

Congratulations, Sinbad. You get a new friend because he's of the opinion you're the biggest idiot here.

Pamela gave Poppy an approving smile and nod, as if to tell her that she'd done well. Her Froslass was not the best at battling, unless those she cared about were in danger. However, she ironically had one of the most warm and loving natures of all of Pamela's Pokemon. Poppy's body language is slightly bashful at the nonverbal display of approval, but she's relieved and happy - especially for Gengar who has become Sinbad's new companion.

It was a relief that they'd been able to resolve this peacefully, and someone with Sinbad's foolhardy but earnest and caring temperament might be just what Gengar needed to find peace.

There is the faintest hint of a smile from Sophia, who hides it behind her hand - the one that had been gripping Sinbad's shoulder, but that is no longer needed. There are likely worse ways to make a friend, but here and now, no one had to die or suffer (much) for this one. The Ponyta steps lively beside her, happy that the Gengar has made a friend.

"..I'm going to retreat," she tells the rest of the group, casting one backwards glance at the leader of the psychic horde, before whispering another shielding spell under her breath. "Should further things go poorly, I would rather be there to help any retreat, or injured."

{OOC: There we go, then. :D All good.}

Duo was glad it had decided to join their side, at least. He then glanced at Sophia.

"You're not continuing forward?" This didn't feel completely over, yet. They still hadn't seen the leader. There was always a leader, right? "Isn't there more to this?" He then looked back at Sinbad and the Gengar. Were they all heading back?

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