World-Breaking and Mind-Building [Closed, Complete]

[replicat]

Characters: Mewtwo, Zetsu
Setting: Greenhouse, Maid's Hallway.
Time: Day 003, Later Afternoon (After the thread with Yukimi)
Summary: Mewtwo finds something that surprises him.
Warnings: Mewtwo.

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Zetsu noted the tail jerk with mild curiosity, though he didn't give it any great amount of thought; he supposed that this newcomer--Mewtwo, he'd said, that rather confirmed the vaguely feline features--hadn't expected a mental answer. After all, he did look quite unique, far different from any of the other people that populated this house.... Why would he have expected anyone to do so? It made sense.

Inexperienced as he was with mental anything, beyond basic telepathy, Zetsu was quite oblivious to shielding or anything of the sort, including Mewtwo blocking out his own emotions--but even he could deduce that the pokémon was indeed a powerful psychic. [It's nice to meet you.] He offered, wondering just what to say--when he wasn't sure what this place was, how could he really hope to give a concrete answer, much less a correct one? [I don't really know. This is a house, probably on another world from any that we know. As far as I can tell, it's completely unbreachable, and time is extremely distorted here. It gets dangerous at night--there are ghosts and vicious monsters.] There! That was accurate enough, considering the information that he had....

[replicat]

[Another world...?] The stories were too similar for coincidence. Unaware of Zetsu's ignorance, Mewtwo added layers of psychic shielding to conceal his thoughts--it was a similar procedure to the method he used to shield against the attacks of other psychic Pokémon, who did predictably nothing when they attempted to breath his interior defences. Was most of what that human had said true? 'Completely unbreachable'--he knew that already from personal experience, but he still needed more. Time distortion and monsters... well, one, at least, was no worry to him. [So it is true,] Mewtwo confirmed, reaching back out through the connection he'd formed. [There really is no escape.] He spoke hypothetically, of course. There was doubtless a way out of something like this, even if it wasn't immediately available or obvious. He didn't put it past the weaker residents (if there were more, Zetsu and Yukimi had, after all, existed entirely outside of his 'radar'.)

... enough. Mewtwo pushed experimentally against the interior presence of the other Pokémon's mind, applying tentative effort and then more of it in an attempt to breach the apparent blocks that had been placed upon him. He even began to consciously work at it, trying to worm his way in in a manner generally unlike him. Nothing. Would he have to force his way through? The idea of expending more effort for something like that was strange and made him suspicious. Stewing, Mewtwo withdrew his powers more or less to himself (as much as he ever did), wary that it hadn't been noticed--after all, the house had seemingly blocked him, but that didn't mean Zetsu hadn't been aware of anything. The plant/fighting type had said this place was possibly in another world, though, like Yukimi. That part particularly bothered him. The video game... anger boiled up again. [Where, then, did you come from?]