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[oda_hates_me]

[Nami's back. The shitface has been chased away. A semblance of peace has returned to House 6.

And it's because of this that Sanji takes off once he's made dinner. Because he's realized, to his horror, that he's still not happy. Seeing Nami's condition only furthered the turmoil he's kept a tight lid on, didn't lessen the edge much. It's going to

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[superior_genes]

[As he makes his way toward the mountains, Sanji might encounter an odd sight. Something wearing a cloak of patchwork materials enshrouding him from head to toe, all six feet of him, will also be making its way out toward the mountains.]

[oda_hates_me]

[Sanji just watches the figure every now and then, wary but not suspicious. It's Luceti, after all, and he's seen stranger things.

It won't deter his progress. He takes the path he wants to go, even if it means coming damn close to his impromptu companion.]

[superior_genes]

[Mewtwo, however, does not like being followed. Even if Sanji doesn't mean to be following him. As such, his route will become decidedly more straight. Instead of moving around the trees, the trees will be moving around him. Uprooting and toppling over in an attempt to hinder Sanji's path. All this without Mewtwo even deigning to glance in Sanji's direction.]

[oda_hates_me]

[Alright, trees uprooting in front of him is proving to be a major pain in the ass. Sanji finds himself having to do some fancy footwork to avoid them, from dodging side-to-side to out-right jumping the large trunks.]

Oi! Shithead! [Another tree cleared, and Sanji tosses a mean glare at the other] If you've got a problem with me, don't take it out on the fuckin forest.

[superior_genes]

[Mewtwo stops abruptly at the outburst, turning so that he can look at Sanji, though the shadow within the hood is still enough to shroud his face.]

I suppose you are right. The trees did nothing to warrant their demise.

[And yes, his voice is coming from the journal hanging in the air at his hip.]

Though I doubt that challenge is one you can truly back up.

[oda_hates_me]

Big words coming from behind that shitty hood of yours. [a scowl - he can feel weeks of irritation building up rapidly, his foot practically itching for a chance to kick the shit out of this bastard. And here he hadn't done shit to the guy, either.

But he doesn't charge. Instead he'll stand his ground, flicking some ash off his cigarette]

And I didn't challenge you, idiot. It's called stating facts. [stares into the darkness enveloping the hood] What the hell's your problem?

[superior_genes]

[He's not going to dignify that with an answer. Well, verbal anyway. Beneath the hood, two blue eyes flare into life, glowing intensely as twigs begin to float upward and bark begins to peel up in sheets and hover at eye level. A moment later, a bulbous three-fingered hand stretches outward, and flexes, sending the twigs and bark at Sanji, but at a speed and frequency deliberately just within Sanji's kicking capabilities. Have some stress relief veiled as an attack, Sanji.]

[oda_hates_me]

[The hell.

Sanji knows aggression when he sees it, and the sight of that odd hand only gives him a second's pause before he starts dodging and kicking the debris out of his way. Twigs and bark, yes, but at the speed they're going, one could pierce his heart. The realization does not please the chef.

He's not in the fucking mood to be vulnerable.]

So that's how it is. [Alright. Fuck talking. His face splits into a hard smirk - the moment he sees an opening, Sanji charges forward with the intent of taking off that hood. And maybe the head along with it]

[superior_genes]

[Mewtwo saw it coming a mile off. He's already got an invisible wall of telekinetic energy separating himself from Sanji. The barrier would feel somewhere between a strong gust of wind, and a brick wall. The head beneath the hood tilts slightly. Though the hood stays in place, the angle and time of day reveals some of his features, making it decidedly obvious that he's not in any way remotely human. As if the hand wasn't enough proof of that. The hand flexes again, this time a ball of inky black energy develops between the ball-ended fingers, growing to about the size of a basketball before making a move for Sanji's stomach, speed carefully calculated once again to be just within Sanji's dodging capabilities.]

[oda_hates_me]

[Considering what he did with the twigs, Sanji's hardly surprised to find his progress interrupted by something keeping him and his opponent separated.

Another psychic bastard - should've guessed.

His teeth clamp down in irritation as he just barely dodges the second attack, jumping and twisting himself back to a respectable distance. He's slow, falling back to his usual attack stance, but it's not because he's tired. No, he's only thinking, and the clear irritation from before dissolves into something calculating.]

Oi. What the hell are you? [he pulls out a cigarette, never taking his eyes off the other. If they're gonna fight, he needs a way to break through those defenses - he knows that much]

[superior_genes]

I am Mewtwo.

That is all you need to know.

[His fingers flex once again, as a green ball of energy develops in his hand, though it seems that the energy itself is coming from the very plant life around them. The almost liquid-like ball just hovers in his hand for now. It's Sanji's turn to make the first move.]

[oda_hates_me]

Mewtwo?

The name's Sanji, shithead. A pleasure. [Tch, right. And once his cigarette is lit, Sanji takes that unspoken offer for the first attack and charges again. If there's a barrier in his way again, it's going to suffer a vicious side kick this time around.]

[superior_genes]

[There's no barrier this time, but he does aim the ball of energy at Sanji's leg. Should it hit, the impact would be rather notable, along with a small bursting as if being hit by a water balloon, though in this case the 'water' is actually green and extremely sticky.]

[oda_hates_me]

[Sadly, Sanji's track record with balls of any kind is notably bad. He's more than willing to kick the damn thing out of his way -

Except the shitty energy explodes, bringing for a thick wince on his features. But the pain's not the real problem. It's when he lowers his leg to the ground that the true issue becomes apparent, as that shit is everywhere and making it rather difficult to move.]

The hell! It sticks?!

[superior_genes]

A trait common among grass-type attacks.

[His tone was manner-of-fact, but the low chuckle tacked on to the end made it clear that the reaction was amusing.]

[oda_hates_me]

Shut the hell up, you! [Yells Sanji, as he attempts to unstick himself. And the sight is no doubt comical with him wrestling his leg off the ground and growling like an estranged animal.

But once it's lifted, a casing of fire erupts and twists itself around Sanji's body, hot and quick until the substance is destroyed from the heat.]

Tch. [abruptly the fire lifts. Sanji's looking a tad bit pissed, though it's born of irritation rather than rage. A lecture from an opponent will do that to him.

Not to mention that fire ate the rest of his cigarette. Asshole.]

Done with your parlor tricks?