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🔮 Shields raised around her form, Mewtwo was currently inside the lava of an active volcano; attempting to distance herself from every living being possible. As usual during this time of year she desired to interact with NO ONE. The pain of today’s date a mere reminder of all the suffering she went through- of all agony Psyche inflicted just by existing.
- She was an abomination; a monstrosity of science. With this in mind it was little wonder why she wanted to rip herself apart and question life’s purpose, every now and then. The experiment was a sheet of paper, written by dastardly hands… including own.
- She would come home once this wretched day was over. Afterwards, clone would tread on towards another year.
“You know... It’s never good to be alone, when it’s this time of the year.” He was not one to usually want to be around others, but could feel this one’s presence from miles away. The emotions that swirled within them could be felt in himself, and he knew all-too-well that kind of loneliness was so destructive. Of course, he would never outright admit it, there was something about the other that always dragged him out from his own self-induced solitude. Yes, he had the company of his clones, but it just was not the same as dealing with one that was almost the same as he.
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Mew and Mewtwo
The kid making that last minute save on Mega Charizard was pretty cool :O
I do love how that the catch is really a distraction and that they're basically fleeing for their lives from Mewtwo.
The short really highlights how vicious and dangerous it's mentioned to be in its Dex.
etherial
Going for another ride on Lugia.
Plus a smol Mewtwo cameo.
@xxtc-96xx The rivalry of these two never ends...
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The bubbly pokemon zips through the skies with careless abandon. A pidgey squawking it’s dismay when Mew flies past, breaking up it’s flight path, only to double back and chirp at the winged being. They dance around the disgruntled fellow who tries pecking at them before giggling and taking off through the air once more. Below the tree line, they break through the leaves and rush into bigger skies. The clouds yet too high to reach as Mew carries on towards their destination.
Unbeknownst to the pink pokemon, their course was quickly thwarted when something catches their attention. A feeling at first tickles the senses before it tugs them in another direction. Careless as Mew was, they care little for whether this pull was something dangerous, or not. They allow it to guide them towards whatever this may be.
Of course, it was certainly a familiar tug. They knew what this was and have met the other before. It was merely the thought of why they found themselves here and if they mean to cause any harm. Eyes spot the other from where they soared through the skies. Dipping lower until they manage to bring themselves a little over 20 feet from where the larger being stood. A cock to the head and a curious chirp makes their presence further known while they hover just there in wait.
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“... You...”
He spoke between their shared connection, feeling what he could of the other’s power. Their energy always brought about both an alarming amount of calm to him, but also this great bout of agony, of longing. Mewtwo knew that he could never be what Mew was, and has; His life was marred by humanity, forever and always. He carries with himself a great burden, and a fire that won’t seem to extinguish, as much as he has tested those boundaries, willingly or not.
Yet, from what he has seen, and felt, the one where he came from was far above any such worries. They had a life that expands eons, and knowledge that could potentially rid this world of all creation, had they so wished it. Above all of that, and a part in which Mewtwo loathed the most, was that they were so carefree. So full of life. It was astoundingly suffocating to him, and his hands clenched together to form what was his way of fists.
“I knew you would come... but was it wise? After all, I am your superior...” The threat lingering there, and his eyes narrowed as he considered what to do with them. That want to cause pain and misery flared up in his thoughts, even though he had thought himself past such things. The mere sight of Mew was sending his logic off to the wayside, and he was trying to keep himself focused.
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are you going to get pokemon car version or pokemon jet engine version
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Gonna prob be adding those two new Legendary lizard Pokemons as muses, because YES.
Together with the wind, we begin to walk again.
“What is the point? What is my purpose?” These were questions that drilled in his mind, day to day, and how it made him feel all the more lost with himself. There were some days when he could ignore it, soak in the fact that he was living among the bright world, but on other days, it was just a mess of untamed emotion. He truly did not know what to do with himself, and he’d find himself looking down at his hands, taking in their shapes and texture as he’d rub their soft digits together.
“Why? Why was I made?” Mewtwo was afraid that there would never be an answer that he’d take. An experiment. A copy. A clone of one that is lesser… A freak. He closed his eyes, blue aura forming about his body as he recalled the words of one he hated. Made to serve. He growled, and finally opened his eyes to cause destruction with his power, blasting trees and rocks apart with that monstrous look. He was in agony!