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"Meeeew~"
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cradleofmeaning started following you
"Meeeew~"
cradleofmeaning:
All of the fuss, the energy it feels is frustrating Mewtwo, but the Pokémon remains very still. The only indication that it was disturbed was the blue aura enveloping it, which would flicker subtly every so often. It doesn’t feel the need to invade her mind to be assured of the woman, or Pokémon’s, intentions, even if it assuredly could do so with little resistance. This child was experienced, learned, but she hadn’t born, born the way this Pokémon had been—so it was confident in its ability to defend itself. But Mewtwo had been wrong before.
Finally, both of its eyes open to stare her down. Questions burn in its mind, but Mewtwo finds trouble articulating them.
"Why…?"
The question appeared to be ignored for the most part. Sabrina was too busy focusing on the pokemon's status to answer his question, but the emotion she allowed to project back to the pokemon was something akin to concern. Mew had always been a legendary that she had admired and looked up to, not because it was the pokemon which all others DNA had come from, but because of its psychic prowess. Even Arceus was seen as below it in her eyes.
They had taken the blue light as a good sign. It would take more than a couple of sprays of super potions or hyper potions to assist him and going to the pokemon center was something she would not allow. It would be akin to a doctor for her.
She let out a breath, pressing two fingers against her forehead in thought. Only flickering over to the psychic pokemon's form when she'd seen the blue go out. "Why shouldn't I?" Her words were sharper than the tone she had intended to use. A part of her offended but understanding the distrust in his question.
... And more of you.
Starting to think that you guys want a battle or something.
I mean like. I guess we can? But, uh.
I don't really. ... Um. Do that. Anymore.
I'm Red.
But I guess you'd know that.