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

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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 do.]" Zetsu confirmed, spoken words echoing the psychic ones as confirmation. [Though I speak with plants and animals as well.] He was, for all intents and purposes, quite the polyglot. He found himself getting a little alarmed as Mewtwo proposed a battle, but swallowed his anxiety, nodding as Mewtwo rose off of the ground. He didn't relish the idea of getting too hurt before nightfall, but he could tough it out; he was a born fighter, after all. And if it set Mewtwo's mind at ease.... well, really, he was actually curious himself. Maybe this was for the best. [Thank you. I would promise the same, if I thought that were an issue,] Zetsu offered that token concession to what he knew was probably a superior battle prowess already, considering the psychic powers Mewtwo had already so casually manifested. [but I don't understand how a fight would determine anything.]

Regardless, Zetsu resolved to be ready, moving to stand next to the greenhouse door before settling into a ready position. He didn't want to be caught off-guard by the beginning, after all.... Hopefully, the tussle would be brief and not too painful.

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Glow vanishing from his eyes, Mewtwo waited while Zetsu moved into a more appropriate position and considered how best to start this battle. The entity before him was clearly at least partially plant type, and Mewtwo guessed that if there was a secondary type it was almost certainly Fighting... except he wasn't used to guessing, he was used to intuitively knowing--his psychic powers were such that he always simply knew what types the other Pokémon encompassed... but then, he was also used to simply having access to the thoughts and surface workings of other people's minds, so there wasn't anything he could do about it except rage privately about the limitations being placed upon his power. That aside, Mewtwo decided it would be better to throw Zetsu an incompletely powered Shadow Ball as a test, just to see how the leafy being would react.

Twisting sideways, Mewtwo abruptly manifested a black sphere of energy between his three-fingers hands and psycically launched it at Zetsu at high velocity.

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Seeing Mewtwo move to start the fight, Zetsu did as well, yanking the greenhouse door open. Before he could start the seals though, he saw the black sphere hurtling at him, and leapt to avoid it. The quick move kept him from being slammed upside the head by it, though he still wasn't fast enough to avoid it entirely; the sphere slammed into his stomach, driving the breath straight out of him in a cry of pain as he was thrown off his feet; pain radiated outwards from the point of the blow, and he felt certain he would bruise terrifically soon enough. The force carried him through the air even as the sphere dissipated, and he probably would have been thrown straight through the wall and into a bedroom if this was any normal house--in here though, he probably would have just slammed into it and possibly broken a few bones.

Not that Zetsu would allow that to happen, not when the fight had barely begun.... He focused instead, and as he hit the wall, rather gracelessly slipped into it the way a diver might plunge into the water, sans ripples. A moment of disorientation, and he burst forth from the wall behind Mewtwo, hands glowing with a pale blue aura as he lunged to smack the pokémon. He was prepared to be thrown again, as long as he could get in so much as even a glancing touch--contact was all that was needed for this jutsu. A good medic could always use their knowledge to harm as well as heal, and at this point, he intended to give Mewtwo's chakra channels a thorough scrambling. Sure, it wouldn't hurt, but it would probably be confusing as hell, realizing that his body was doing something completely different than what he ordered it to. It would give him some time to pull off something better.

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Wha...? Mewtwo stared in confusion as Zetsu vanished into a wall, only to have have his question answered seconds later as Zetsu appeared out of one, lunging at him. The psychic Pokémon was sufficiently surprised to let Zetsu get one hit in, but the resulting psychic backlash as Mewtwo blasted Zetsu with a Psywave should have been enough to send his opponent flying back into the walls again. The blue wave of psychic energy certainly was potent enough. He'd only half hedged it.

Unfortunately, Mewtwo couldn't seem to get anything to go right after that. At first he was whirling to face the location where he'd seen Zetsu launch himself out from, then he was suddenly flying into the wall and barely managed to keep from doing that by crashing into the floor. Unfortunately, he'd really meant to go up. He tried to figure out a solution as he skidded harshly across the floor. What were these attacks? He'd never seen anything like them before! Unfortunately for Zetsu, Mewtwo could tell that something had been done to his internal workings and tried to cleanse everything inside out with a blast of raw psychic energy. Unfortunately for everything around him, he couldn't control his internal power and accidentally overloaded, consuming everything inside his body and immediately around him in an explosion of raw psychic energy. The resulting explosion of made him appear to suddenly explode in a blinding flare of blue light which blazed around him like fire, crackled and dissipating as he launched himself back off the ground.

[Not bad,] he projected, telepathically broadcasting his voice without discrimination and dismissing the excess power. What was that?! [I have never before seen these powers.] Recognising now that there was something to Zetsu's abilities, the psychic Pokémon wrapped himself in a Barrier and waited, preparing energy in his left hand to be blown into another partially powered Shadow Ball.

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Another grunt of pain, this one harsher than the last; his entire body throbbed with it, dazzlingly so. Zetsu barely managed the concentration necessary to go into the wall instead of hitting it full-force. Still, he couldn't help a swell of satisfaction as he saw that his ploy had worked; Mewtwo was definitely having trouble with his motor functions, psychic or not. The explosion of psychic energy was almost awe-inspiring; suddenly, he was exceedingly grateful that this little match was only a bit of practice to test Mewtwo's theory. [I'm glad you think so; they're not exactly common.]

Zetsu emerged again, though this time he chose to hang back rather than assault the feline; his hands moved through a few seals, and the room shifted subtly, the walls, floor, and ceiling stirring and pulsing as though something crawled just beneath the surface. And indeed, something did--fine wires burst forth from the flat surfaces at every angle, lacing across the room to try and snare Mewtwo and pierce him through; those that hit, if any, would treat the psychic cat to some blinding pain, and the charming visage of watching flesh and muscle melt away beneath them like acid.

....That was, of course, if any did hit him. And if Mewtwo didn't recognize that the entire thing was purely illusory and dispel it immediately. Either way, Zetsu intended to use that time to get back to the greenhouse door to perform what would amount to a pumped up Razor Leaf attack with some of the foliage from within.

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...Mewtwo wasn't used to taking defencive action. He had no idea what kind of attacks Zetsu was using, however, and he didn't want to destroy the inside of the Greenhouse in the process, so that was what he would do. Abandoning the shadow ball and crossing his arms tightly in front of himself, he withdrew the Barrier more tightly around himself to create a solid ball of power, pumping more and more psychic energy into it before expanding it outward as a violent force, an all-consuming sphere to destroy the cross-crossing lines that were aiming for him.

He cast about for Zetsu's power-laced presence, trying to sense the other entity with his psychic powers before his opponent could do any possible damage (preposterous) to him. However, the house put such a severe damper on him that he could feel almost nothing, except...

Wait, those were illusions?!

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The wires flew straight and true, meeting absolutely no resistance; they pierced the Barrier as though it weren't there at all, tangling around Mewtwo to immobilize and melt him with deadly (though not real) efficiency. In the meantime, Zetsu's presence could be sensed near the greenhouse door, as he finished making seals, rather pleased to see that his tactic was at least working superficially. The foliage in the greenhouse rustled, as though a stiff wind were blowing through it--rather than a gale though, it was the foliage itself that blew through, the leaves tearing themselves from their branches and flying through the door, attacking Mewtwo in a maelstrom of razor-sharp edges and dagger-like points.

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PAIN.

Illusion or not, the wires or lines passed through the Barrier and wrapped around Mewtwo's long limbs and body, causing the psychic Pokémon unanticipated amounts of pain. It also overrode the very simple limitations he'd put on his power. Mewtwo had never been in pain before--never, not even in his battle with Mew, had he experienced more than mere physical discomfort and now was not the time he'd ever expected to start. It lanced through his body and seemed to take control of all of it. And somehow, through it, he felt was being restrained.

The inevitable result was instantaneous. Mewtwo's previously purple eyes lit up violently, blazing unexpectedly with solid and blue light as the Barrier condensed around him before blazing outward in an aura of barely regulated and instinctively controlled power--which lasted less than a second before the exploding into a solid blue column of volatile psychic energy. The maelstrom-like cylinder stretched to the roof of the hallway, but stopped there, completely concealing Mewtwo within its girth.

The leaves Zetsu had sent to attack him were blasted back explosively into the greenhouse, though some few were, in fact, consumed entirely by the maelstrom of power and disappeared entirely. They never reached him.

Then suddenly it was gone, Mewtwo breaking apart the massive column and hanging wordlessly in the air. His eyes still glowed bright blue, but all traces of the power that had so recently consumed his were gone. [Enough.] The psychic banished the rest of the aura dismissively with a wave of his hand, floating slowly towards where Zetsu was standing before landing. The pain was still with him... he had never felt such a thing before. It was nothing like he'd ever imagined.

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The barely-contained explosion of psychic power quite handily obliterated Zetsu's illusion, breaking Mewtwo's mind free of its confines. For a long, long moment, Zetsu could do nothing but stare; if he'd thought the blaze Mewtwo had used to banish his medical jutsu's effects was impressive, then this metaphorically blew him away. So that was how Mewtwo reacted to pain.....? He hoped he was never immediately nearby when it happened, simply for his own safety. It was an explosive reaction, to be sure.

Zetsu accepted Mewtwo's command unquestioningly, offering only an obedient nod as he caught his breath and assessed his condition. He was sore all over from being pummeled as he had been, and his stomach still throbbed as though Tsunade herself had slammed a fist into it.... Other than general soreness and some bruising, though, he was unharmed.... He counted himself lucky, once again. Mewtwo didn't seem to be any worse for the wear himself either, aside from what brief pain he had gotten. Zetsu swept a few stray leaves aside with his foot, looking back up at Mewtwo with silent expectation as he landed. What now?