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bravenewworld2016-08-13 09:01 pm
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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]
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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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.
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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.
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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."
group, i am so sorry for this useless waste of carbon.
...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.
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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?
2/3
When the dust clears...
3/3
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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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?
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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."
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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?"
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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?"
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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?
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"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.
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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.
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I should like to see this. I will observe. But know that if you're lying to me, I'll be back.
And then she vanishes too, presumably to report to Mewtwo.
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The Arcanine nudges Michiru, giving a concerned noise, eyes on her throat.
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"Thank you." Her Pokemon and Arcanine get a slightly wan smile.
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"Back in Sanctuary," he mutters to himself. "Rumors."
Nothing confirmed, but he's thinking. If he can just get closer to one of these things to study it, and combine that with what has been whispered Mages have done in his city....it has to be possible, of course, nothing's impossible for him, he's the Pokémon Kaiser....
His Ralts, seeing the state said illustrious ruler is in, snaps its banner against its side and speaks up. It feels much more secure to do so without an angry Gardevoir around. Strategic retreat! it announces. They'd better get out of here before something else finds them.
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