Tak's claw shook from the effort, but the hole in the stone wall slowly knitted itself back together. It'd been slow going in rebuilding Mewtwo's Place; Her long lack of psychic ability left her with the power of a novice and endurance to match, and she had to rest often. She breaks the contact and pieces of mortar fall bouncing to the ground ( Read more... )

Tak closed her eyes as she lay on her bed-squish, the cold, dark marble of Mewtwo's pocket dimension surrounding her ( Read more... )

Tak squinted, her antennae flattening and sweat-dust starting to drift from her as she stared hard enough to set the feather on the table on fire.
Fortunately it did nothing of the sort. UNfortunately it didn't do anything else either. She sneered and slammed the table, standing up to pace for maybe the third or fourth time. She'd caught Konshu's ( Read more... )