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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[I think so. There are too many different, strange people here for the situation to be anything but that. I've never heard of the places most people here are from.] Zetsu confirmed, nodding. [That is true. If there is an exit, it's either extremely well-hidden, or we're unable to use it until some unknown requirement has been filled.] And that suggestion, of course, ranged from everything from beating some crazed mastermind in a game, to defeating all the ghosts before they could respawn, to figuring out what had happened to previous residents and somehow solving that problem before it claimed them, too.

Zetsu's expression remained unchanged, and no hint of untoward emotions was filtered in through their psychic link; there was no evidence that he had felt Mewtwo's efforts at trying to enter his mind at all. [Where I'm from is known as the Shinobi Continent; I'm originally from Kusa no Kuni.] The Land of Grass, which would only further confirm Mewtwo's thoughts of him being a Grass-type, no doubt. [And yourself?] He was probably from some world where his appearance was, if not common, then at least slightly less fantastic compared to the humans Zetsu knew of? It only made sense, after all.... Then again, maybe that wasn't the case, if Mewtwo had been surprised by him replying telepathically?

[replicat]

...?

[Shinobi Continent?] Mewtwo had never heard of such a place. While he had admittedly never taken the time to fly all around the world (it seemed an unnecessary and exhausting enterprise), he was intimately familiar with the continent of Kanto and its surrounding landmasses and islands. The land of grass, however... Mewtwo found himself imagining a haven for plant Pokémon hidden deep within one of the other continents. There were such havens, even in Kanto, Mewtwo knew. His own mountain retreat was inaccessible from anywhere else except the sky and invisible to anyone who was unaware of its existence. It was the only way to have it, really. His clones could never survive in a world that was not made for them. They belonged in Kanot no more than he did. That thought sobered him a little, just in time for the painful task of explaining where he came from. The glow dissipated from his eyes as he spoke telepathically. [I am from the Kanto continent... I was born in a laboratory on an island, which I later reclaimed as my own. It has recently been called New Island.] He didn't know for certain whether or not that would mean anything to Zetsu, but it would have to be good enough. He wasn't going explain anything further if it wasn't required of him. His mind turned to other matters once he'd occupied the other Pokémon with an answer.

An unknown requirement... if there was a requirement, Mewtwo would find it and eliminate or fulfill it. No. No. He would defy it, break out of here! No one held him prisoner, not human or Pokémon or external force! Nothing! The glow flickered in his eyes again and his three-fingered hands clenched into something reminiscent of fists. He would not be prisoner or slave to anything! He was free!