Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnd you know what peace is, I take it?ā Psyche telepathically chimed in, seemingly to have appeared out of thin air. Normally she would not come and show herself this blatantly, even towards a fellow PokĆ©mon. However this particular one was something clone never FATHOMED that she would have to deal with, outside of possibly Celebi or Dialga.
Ā Ā Ā Ā From the depths of ghost-typeās haphazardly mind Psyche had seen things she could only DREAM about, along with some events that would disturb her to no end. A world where humans were practically nonexistence; it sounded like a place which experiment could truly experience full freedom, but also made her question what exactly happened to mankind? There was also the matter as to what role this particular Dusknoir played, in his lifetime and why he was here now. As a result, Mewtwo regarded him with an unamused countenance as tail swayed in suspicion.
Oho, now wasnāt this interesting?
Consider him surprised, which was rare enough in itself; heād been contemplating the differences between this time and his own before the other showed, allowing a short and rare moment of reflection that he probably shouldnāt have, so the question caught him off guard. He really ought to keep an eye out for these sorts of things, shouldnāt he? Particularly since he only had the one, but never mind that line of thought. Dusknoir took a moment to look her over, doing naught to hide his interest - yes, heād heard of her before, but mostly in scattered ancient tales that dated back millennia in the time heād come from, and which well warned him of both how strong she was and how woefully unprepared heād been when coming here.Ā
Still, that didnāt mean he didnāt have his own talents.Ā
ā Not really. āĀ he replied honestly, now crossing his arms.
He did nothing to hide other thoughts, reflecting quite openly on the state of things in the time from which heād come - a world swathed in darkness, one in which time was frozen and even the slightest of breezes was nonexistent, let alone the dappled light filtering down between the trees or the trickling of what he suspected to be water off in the distance. A world in which all plant life was dead, all movement ceased, only Poke.mon that could survive - like ghosts, for instance - and few small, scattered groupings of people left that dwelled underground and somehow managed to produce their own food in spite of the situation. But there were so little of them now that it wouldnāt surprise him if they disappeared in time, and this too he shared; he even let slip the fact that his role was a subservient one to Dialga, though didnāt linger on that.Ā
And, then, he offered a shrug - his body language was nigh unreadable but the wistfulness with which he noted how beautiful it was here was blatantly apparent.
āĀ I suppose every time has its problems, doesnāt it? But ours are particularly devastating. You wouldnāt happen to have come across a human and a Grovyle traveling together, would you? I need to find them.Ā ā
It was then the ghost let one other thing slip, slightest of smiles making his eye crease: I know you can read my thoughts. Perhaps for another this would mean little, but for him it meant a number of things - since he knew this he could focus on whatever he wished and drive more pertinent detail further down, mask it with whatever else he wished to be thinking on at that moment. Truth was, he really couldnāt deny that he found the challenge quite invigorating; how much actual information could she glean from even his own mind? Perhaps that ought to be put to the test.
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