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[misanthropecopy]

[Mewtwo] 🌋

Blurting out? Not Really: Accepting

           “He is more stubborn and reckless than an adolescent Mudbray, adjusting to the unfamiliar hormones throughout their body.” There was not a SPECK of hesitancy, in her words. Younger clone was not going to sugar-coat her bluntness, especially when such statements felt needed. 

[tanteichu-blog]

HE DOESN’T KNOW what to do. This is Mewtwo, the strongest pokemon in the world. He doesn’t have any rights to be even near his presence. 

“M-mewtwo...? W-what... d-do I o-owe.. this h-honor..?” Due to be even more frightened, his stuttering had gotten worse. He didn’t know if the other Pokemon could even hear what he had said due to this.

{ @rarepokcmon }

[seaboundsongstress]

I can’t believe Araxie killed the world’s most powerful Pokemon, by being the purest of cinnamon rolls.

[fossilsandfeathers]

{starter for rarepokcmon: Mewtwo}

Thomas forced himself to take a deep, steadying breath. His leathery snout twitched at traces of the creature’s unnatural scent, mixed with the heavy, coppery smell of fresh blood. His two large green eyes watched the creature’s face anxiously. At first introduction he had thought it had the appearance of a leopard – a profoundly malformed leopard. It’s body stretched and gangled, but its large eyes were cast in a crisp shade of violet, and it’s legs were triple-jointed, ending with strong, quadrupedal feet. Even it’s pale, finely-furred skin looked like it had not fully formed, leaving it to shimmer with a subtle, oily iridescence. Yes, it had looked like a leopard first. But now, laying there as it was –  crumpled, covered in blood – it looked more like a freshly-birthed human child. Frail and innocent and in deep need of help.

Thomas inched closer to it. The feathers that covered the young raptor’s chest and tail bristled with building fear. Slowly, he sank down beside the creature and cooed, half-comfortingly, half-uncertainly:

“Mewtwo? You’re, ah, bleeding quite badly.”

[zangoosc]

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    “I know it’s here some where...” the lone pokemon mumbled to himself as he scored the area for something. He went on all fours and padded through the trees. His head swinging right to left. He noticed another pokemon in the distance. Mimo got on his hind legs and headed to their direction. “Oi oi! You happen to see a pile of pine cones anywhere, have you?”

[misanthropecopy]

         Yeah, Psyche is just going to corral innocents bystanders away from the inevitable skirmish. 

[misanthropecopy]

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         A brief brush of telepathic minds, was all it took. Like electricity shared between wires, a spark was exchanged and now BOTH Genetic Pokemon were assuredly aware of the other’s existence. This was far from a pleasant event, for just by that ephemeral, mental touch alone she sensed such discoveries had ignited a fire within. Whether this roaring flame came from him, her bottled feelings or both one fact was undeniably blatant.

She had to get away, from the village.

         Releasing a public, telepathic warning for every individual there to under NO circumstances follow her, she then burst through her cave and blasted towards direction where the strong presence mind felt was nearing. Eventually she stopped in the middle of a vast ocean with no island in sight, allowing wind to catch up and rush against her tensed physique. This was a perfect setting, as it meant that other creatures might not get caught up in what skirmish would inevitably occur. Finally, he arrived.

         Keen amethysts took a moment to observe all that he was, noting differences in eye-shape chests and coloration of auras. After a long silence, she attempted to communicate.

         “So... you are still alive,” she stated. While the words themselves seemed detached, it was ‘spoken’ more as a confirmation for herself if anything.

[misanthropecopy]

         “...There are certain instances where one might feel compelled to wonder what life could have been like, if they were brought into this world as a different species of Pokémon. Maybe then they would not have to worry about the problems, that their current existence presents to them…”