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[cakeblocked]

[It's rather late at night when the journal clicks on. Luke had waited until he had calmed down from the nightmare he had to make the post, and good thing, too. Otherwise it'd catch the tremor he surely had in his voice.

Instead, he merely sounds subdued, and maybe a little hesitant.]Does anyone have any good stories to tell

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[antlioncyclone]

[There's a delay before this message goes through, while Mewtwo thinks of a story he knows all the way through and writes it down.]

A very long time ago, humans built a city. To show their gratitude to Pokemon, they built a tower in the east and a tower in the west, where two great birds with rainbow and silver feathers could rest and be revered.

The city prospered for hundreds of years.

A storm rose one day, and the tower in the west was set ablaze by a bolt of lightning. Rain soon doused the fire, but three Pokemon had already been killed. The two great Pokemon raised their wings to leave, but before they disappeared, the rainbow-feathered bird came down and gave the three new life, using the great powers that had felled the tower; the storm, the fire, and the rain. The reborn Pokemon struck awe into the hearts of those that saw them. Once they had risen, they fled to the directions of the winds, too fast to be seen.

The rainbow bird disappeared into the sky after its companion, and they have not been seen by human or by Pokemon since that day.

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[cakeblocked]

[Huh... Mewtwo was a Pokemon, right? There must've been different kinds... And three of them were killed by a storm. That's kind of sad... Even though they were brought back to life. It's a nice story... though he has to write after reading it.]

Why didn't the birds come back? Were they angry?

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[antlioncyclone]

[Another pause.]

I don't know. Maybe they simply wanted to be somewhere else after living over the city for so long. Or maybe they were waiting for someone exceptional to welcome them home again.

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[cakeblocked]

... I know what it's like to be stuck in one place. If I were them, I'd probably leave for a while, too.

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[antlioncyclone]

[you can't see my headtilt but it's there]

Sometimes that's what you have to do, for yourself.

[There's another of those pauses, then Mewtwo writes further down the page.]

That is the only human story I know.

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[cakeblocked]

It's still a good story. [Yup, dodging that other topic.] It'd be cool if the birds came back, though...

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[antlioncyclone]

They did. Three years ago, they were provoked into returning by attacks on their homeland, so that they could be captured. The resurrected Pokemon appeared before humans, seeking partners in the battle to save their masters, and eventually they were freed.

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[cakeblocked]

Huh... So did the resurrected Pokemon stay with their partners? Or their masters?

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[antlioncyclone]

No. Once their duty was done, they vanished again, as did the great birds.

[written]

[cakeblocked]

Oh... That's kind of sad. Their partners must've missed them...

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[antlioncyclone]

Perhaps.

[Mewtwo writes the second part down, then after a moment of thinking puts a filter on it. Not the most secure, but enough to just cover it up. Just in case.]

I could ask whether that is the case, but it had not occurred to me before as something important. I have chosen human partners before, in preparation for challenging battles. That is the way of wild Pokemon.

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[cakeblocked]

Well... I think if you fight beside anyone, you end up feeling close to them. So it's kind of sad to see them leave...

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[antlioncyclone]

That is true. But there is a choice, between following that feeling of closeness and following a different pull, that calls a Pokemon away. For the resurrected Pokemon, the call of serving their master must have been very strong. It was a presence that formed their entire beings, after all.