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𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄. an unaffiliated rp blog for mewtwo, from pokémon. a sideblog to @alolily. google doc tba.
mewtwo quiz
in the depths of the lingering forest, there were rarely any sounds. time felt as though it stood still here, and yet, it moved and flowed like water through the trees, through the bushes and the dirt. all is still, all is quiet as she rests upon a fallen tree, one that once stood tall, but now laid to rest along the forest floor. the only sound that enters her ears is her gentle breathing that is accompanied by the rise and fall of her chest. there is another sound however, one that instead enters her mind – a voice all too familiar. one of both comfort and terror, one of a strange yet complex relationship. her eyes fixate on the form as it descends before her, and her once expressionless face twitches just slightly into a soft but scared smile.
❝ it's good to see you. ❞ her voice sounds as though someone has sanded down her vocal cords, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. thoughts swirl like a pool of water being stirred about and she wonders what to speak of. ❝ i've been working hard on taking care of this place. this region. ❞ she wasn't sure if it would care to hear this, but she would say it anyway. there was no use in begging for forgiveness, mewtwo wanted to see something real. something tangible. ❝ i came back about five years ago. started doing my job as a champion and making things better for everyone. it's a lot of work, you know ? but it's very rewarding, seeing the improvement of the lives around me. they write me letters often, i get a lot of mail at the tower, telling me about how people are glad i'm back, about how i'm changing their lives for the better. ❞
she pauses, blinking a few times. scanning it's face for anything at all, though, she's sure no matter what she found there, it would not change anything. ❝ for five years i've finally been doing what i was supposed to. working hard for the people who depend on me day in and day out. but… ❞ her gaze affixes on the legendary creature, the incredible pokemon before her that deserved all the respect as an equal. perhaps even as something greater. ❝ i forgot about something else important. there's no excuse for it. i forgot those i loved the most, the people and pokemon who got me where i am in the first place. strelitzia, bede, even you. ❞ there's a somberness to her tone, a deep regret in her eyes, but in her heart, there is understanding. ❝ i cannot fix the past, no matter how much i try. i can't fix the wrongs i did. the only thing i can do is move forwards, towards to future. to learn and grow from my mistakes. to be better. ❞ she closes her eyes for a moment and takes in a deep breath, feeling the clean and gentle air enter her lungs and calm her. when she opens her eyes again, her gaze appears fierce, determined – and yet, oh so gentle and warm. ❝ i hope to be better for you, too. ❞
it doesn't quite feel real, does it? mewtwo gazes down at the woman pouring her heart out with an indifferent expression. ambivalent, as if weighing her heart on a scale 'gainst a feather. it listens to every word, hanging onto every syllable, waiting for her to finish speaking completely.
perhaps it's mewtwo's heavy gaze that made her begin to ramble. perhaps she is just terrified of giving a "wrong" answer. perhaps that's warranted. mewtwo isn't completely sure what it would do with an unsatisfactory answer either. luckily, its expression relaxes. though it is still hurt, it can accept this answer. it can respect this answer.
❛ you have never been good at balancing your life. you've hurt everyone you've ever loved because of it, save for that boy. and i would pray you never betray him as well. ❜
such unkind words, but what would one expect from someone like mewtwo? kind and comforting untruths?
no, the truth is simply put; alexandra shino is a failure. she breaks everything she touches and when she does put it back together, she's using craft glue for it. she's incredibly flawed, and in this, incredibly human. mewtwo can't fault her for that.
it cares about her, whether it wants to express it or not.
a paw reaches out towards her, almost as if it were going to hurt her, but it touches her face instead. the pads of its "fingers" rest gently against suddenly clammy, terrified skin.
and then it lets go.
❛ i forgive you. i recognize your responsibilities for what they are, though i still resent the way you dealt with it. ❜
when i finish my doc ill probably link these to it but if you want to read my two essays on mewtwo without scrolling down my blog they're here and here
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stares.
@missingstarter.
stares back ( scared )
mewtwo is apprehensive of the other. probably for incredibly apparent reasons, given silver's slight terror that mewtwo... normally, would feed into. normally, it would raise its posture higher, stare with more intensity, offer a warning.
...but strelitzia wants it to give him a chance. to bond with him. for they are both her siblings (at least in her heart). she never mentioned it aloud, but whenever she sees her brother, she returns to mewtwo and talks about him like she's pitching mewtwo a used car; passive statements about how he's definitely trustworthy and reliable, et cetera.
❛ you don't have to be so tense. i will not harm you. ❜
wordlessly holds out a poffin.
it stares down at her, looking between her eyes and the treat she holds out. a peace offering, undoubtedly. something notoriously offered when humans want a pokémon to trust them.
but mewtwo is not a pokémon, nor does it intend to roll over like one.
❛ what flavor is it. ❜ a clarifying question, insisting its autonomy and right to decline. though it really wants that poffin.
MA THERES A WEIRD FUCKIN CAT OUTSIDE
it's heard this one too many times to care. unfortunately, it still kind of cares. so it gives him a headache.
stares.
@missingstarter.
" some people just deserve it. "
. . . ❛ i agree. ❜ what happened to your character development!?
are you mad.
❛ at you? no. at everything else? perhaps. ❜
❝ look, 'm sorry ... ❞
❝ ... jus' ... DON'T HURT HIM, okay ? i care 'bout him. ❞
❛ you care about many who do not deserve it. ❜
❛ but i will leave him be, if you truly wish it. i care for you more than i hate him. ❜ speaking the quiet part out loud (well, in her head,) for once. perhaps it really is affected by all of this.
are you mad.
❛ at you? no. at everything else? perhaps. ❜
anatomy of a mewtwo
god it hates french people. why do you talk like that.
whatever man.
@lxngfxrgxtten.
it doesn't care for this. it doesn't care to see her, doesn't care for apologies, it just doesn't care. which is why, of course, it floats down from above before her——it doesn't care, and that's why it still reaches out, certainly.
❛ alexandra. ❜ it addresses coldly, pupils contracting and expanding and contracting again as it lands its gaze upon her form. ❛ tell me something i haven't yet heard. i don't want your groveling, i want your answers. ❜