Almost Familiar Faces [Active, Closed for Now]

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Characters: Mewtwo, Red, Red's Pikachu
Setting: Greenhouse, East Hallway, More?
Time: Day 004, after Mewtwo part ways with Mio and Zetsu
Summary: Mewtwo meets a Pokémon, a trainer, and then... helps them?
Warnings: Mewtwo.

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[adventurous_red]

He didn't know where he was going; there was no possible way he could even be bothered to look at his surroundings right now. Little feet dashed forward, propelling him from room to room in search of somebody, anybody who could ease the terror in his mind.

'Save Red! Somebody, please save Red!'

Pika rushed onward, unaware of how many rooms he had already been through. Hell, the little creature could have been going in circles - all that mattered was that he found someone who could help his trainer. And find someone he did.

Pika recognized that psychic chill, the one he had bravely gotten so close to. He remembered everything that came with it: Blaine's mutated arm, the giant tornado, seeing his friends thrown about. Given the choice, Mewtwo would have been the last being in Kanto that Pika would have turned to for help.

And yet he saw no other choice; Mewtwo was the only being that Pika was sure could help.

Summoning all his bravery, the electric mouse cautiously (yet quickly) entered the Greenhouse. "Pika! Pi-pikachu! (

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Mewtwo was startled out of his reverie by the unexpected cry--contents aside, he hadn't yet seen a familiar Pokémon in the past weeks, but now a Pikachu...!

He turned his head to stare at the electric type, nonplussed. Where had it come from? Mewtwo rotated in midair to face Pikachu fully, spreading his arms as he turned his attention to it.

[Your 'friend?'] he asked, locking eyes with the little Pokémon. He... was not adverse to Pikachus--in a way, he could be said to favour them over some other species. Nevertheless, there was heavy scepticism in his telepathic 'tone.' [What kind of 'friend' do you speak of? And what do you expect me to do to help?] Mewtwo was not known for that kind of kindness or generosity... he wasn't known at all, actually, so how had the small Pokémon dared to approach him? Did it not sense his power? Or was it so desperate that such a thing didn't matter? He suspected it was the latter--so many seemed to be in such dire straits today. A nagging thought suggested to Mewtwo that this Pikachu's 'friend' was

[adventurous_red]

He knew it, he knew that Mewtwo wouldn't help. Pika was crazy for hoping, and even though he knew Mewtwo wouldn't care, the little Pokemon couldn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes. What was he supposed to do now? Something was wrong with Red, Pika didn't know what it was, and now his one hope at help seemed very reluctant to do so.

Pika normally wasn't a humble Pokemon, but in this case..."Pikachu. Pika pi, pikachu. (Please. He's my best friend, you've gotta help him. If you don't...)" Pika knew it was futile. He wouldn't stand a chance against Mewtwo, but he did it anyway.

The little mouse walked towards the Greenhouse exit, firmly planting himself between Mewtwo in the door. His cheeks began to spark. "Pikachu. (If you don't come, I'll have to force you.)"

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Pikachu's tears sent a ripple of shock through Mewtwo--had it just been those tears, Mewtwo might have been moved to acquiesce on his own, though the odds were slim. When the little Pokémon's cheeks began sparking, however, the psychic had a rare moment of recognition: so this was that situation. With his... little more than three years of life and unusual circumstance, Mewtwo rarely related to others--a mere few months ago, Mewtwo would have simply picked up the little Pokémon and thrown him into the wall, disgusted with its weakness.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes further. [Do not presume that you could fight me. Where is this friend of yours?]

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...so it was a trainer

[adventurous_red]

If one were to ask Pika what Mewtwo was doing, the Pokemon would not have been able to give an accurate answer. It wasn't so much that Pika's grasp of the human language was non-existant (though it was); rather, the yellow rodent really had no idea what was happening before him. He sensed an upwelling of psychic energy, one that usually signaled an oncoming attack. Hoping he hadn't chosen the wrong being to help, Pika watched intently.

Whatever Mewtwo did, it didn't take long. First there was a slight twitch of the fingers, then the entire arm began to shift slightly, followed by the rest of the body. Pika was almost too astonished to believe it - he ran up to the side of the trainer's face for a better view. And there it was. Pika saw his trainer's eyelids slowly open, while his own welled up with tears. "Pika!"

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He felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction after seeing Red begin to move; Pikachu's sudden tears were unexpected, however, and he hesitated, looking from one to the other in confusion.

To be honest, Mewtwo had had no idea of what he was doing. While he had, of course, psychically awakened his slumbering clones back at New Island, that had been entirely different and had required only a simple command. He stepped back, tail lashing in agitation.

[Rise, human.] he commanded, wanting to get a better look at the trainer's face now that it was no longer unconscious... there was something peculiar that he wanted to settle. Now.

[adventurous_red]

It seemed like everything had happened a lifetime ago, and yet only yesterday. The monsters, Red's idea, and the terrible aftermath. Come to think of it, he had no idea what happened after a certain point...all he knew now was that Pika was sobbing, and he was relieved. Red didn't know how he knew, just that he knew he had been in trouble. And now he wasn't. Leave it to Pika to take care of him

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[Capture me?!] Mewtwo's voice reverberated loudly in Red's skull, and the blue aura he'd held reserve flared into existence. No Master Ball--no Pokéball had ever held Mewtwo, Master or otherwise; he was his own entity! He had even created his OWN Pokéball, one far superior to the original tool--while he regretted it now, understanding what he did, Angrily, he seized Red in his telekinetic grip, wreathing the trainer in blue and tightening his grip so that the human could not move. His aura grew.

[I have neither met nor attacked any 'Blaine' in my lifetime, human... but no being, human or otherwise, has ever held me captive... the human species may have created me, but they have no claim to my life!] Mewtwo could not declare his birth--that gift, that natural state of being, was not his, and he made no pretense of having claim to it. But while he had been used--created, deceived--he had not, and would not, be captive or object to anyone! His eyes narrowed as his aura expanded further, consuming physical objects within reach and

[adventurous_red]

Red was completely taken off guard; his naivete had left him unprepared for Mewtwo's rage. He supposed he should have expected some anger, but nothing on this scale. The fact that this Mewtwo could talk (in a way) barely registered in the trainer's mind; the crushing psychic force was too powerful. He could barely gasp for breath.

Glancing over at his Pikachu, Red's heart sank. Red had spoken the words, the ones that had Mewtwo in such a fury, so how dare the psychic involve the other Pokemon in this? All Pika had done was ask for help. All he ever did was try to save Red - was that so wrong?

With the last of his courage, Red ignored Mewtwo's question, ignored the inconsistencies that didn't match his own memories. Instead, he looked the Pokemon straight in the eye, and used his few gasps of breaths to utter a demand.

"Put...Pika...down..."

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Mewtwo was not actually hurting the other Pokémon. He was angry only at this human, its words and presumption, he would not punish one for the flaws of the other. Nor would he fault the Pikachu its loyalty, though a few months ago...

...the human spoke again, eliciting a small ripple of surprise through the psychic's minds.

What?

He refocused on Red harshly, the blue glow emanating from deep within his pupils. There was no hint of the surprise he'd received save, perhaps, for a slight widening of the eyes. [Put him down?] He asked, his voice cold. It actually... something about this... the feeling... his eyes narrowed. [Fool. What makes you think you have the power to command me? You are nothing before my strength.] His strength, which was currently obliterating solid objects that had lain on the floor mere moments ago! [And yet you claim to have captured me? By what power--by what might--do you claim to contain me? I--the strongest Pokémon in the world? Answer me!] The affront this human had afforded him would not be tolerated.

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[adventurous_red]

Red knew he was no match for the psychic. Even so, he narrowed his eyes at Mewtwo's statement, praying that his words conveyed how strongly he felt, instead of just standing as an empty threat. "I know I can't take you on like I am," he began, "but if you don't put Pika down right this second, then so help me, I will do everything in my power to make you."

At these words, the electric mouse began to cry out. He truly appreciated the courage his trainer was displaying, but Pika knew that Red wouldn't stand a chance against Mewtwo, and that the wrong words could leave Red in a worse position than the one he was in prior. The poor Pokemon began sparking in mid-air, though his efforts were directed at no one and he knew they were futile. After a few moments, he turned his eyes to Mewtwo, pleading. "Pika! Pika pi, Pikachu! (Leave him alone! He didn't do anything to you!)"

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Mewtwo looked from the struggling trainer to the Pikachu as though unimpressed, but rather quickly as their threats and pleas came. His purple eyes had flicked over almost before the smaller Pokémon was finished. [You will make me?] he sounded almost amused, dry-toned and unimpressed. [Impossi--leave him alone?] he asked--more like repeated, as though half disbelievingly, although with a voice spoken directly into one's head, it was hard to be sure. Leave him alone? He had had demands like all of those thrown at him given not just once before, but so vehemently, mutually, and interchangeably between human and Pokémon--Pikachu's tears.

Suddenly, without explanation, the blue glow and painful telekinetic grip disappeared simultaneously, dumping the human trainer and his small unevolved friend onto the floor rather ignominiously. [You may thank each other for your lives, both of you.] he informed them, cold stare unwavering as he watched the two drop, with no effort made on his part to ease their transition from air to ground. [

[adventurous_red]

The suddenly release was unexpected by both trainer and Pokemon. Unprepared for the fall, each of them landed awkwardly, Red on his backside and Pika on his chest. They both took a second to rub their sore muscles before glancing at each other, then at Mewtwo. Red decided to answer his question.

"I'm Red a...a trainer from Pallet Town," he said with a wince. While he knew Mewtwo expected the truth and would be greatly angered if Red were to lie, Red also didn't want to say anything that could set Mewtwo off. He figured it was just best to continue.

"This is Pika, I found him outside of Viridian City. We've been on all sorts of adventures together, along with my other Pokemon. We even defeated Team Rocket!" Hopefully that news would earn them a point in Mewtwo's favor.

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[Ash. Ketchum.] The seven-foot-tall psychic clarified rather snippily, although the confusion elicited already answered his question with perfect adequacy. [Nevermind. It is clear that you do not know him.] Mewtwo wasn't entirely sure why he'd asked to begin with, except curiosity, although this boy's... disorienting resemblance to the other trainer--in appearance, in personality, in clothing, and even in choice of Pokémon!--was nagging at him. A lot. He did not clarify that, instead narrowing his eyes. There were much more important things to be addressed.

He struggled to keep a rein on his temper as he did so, violent as it was; he was being remarkably patient (with much difficulty) especially for himself--this house was forcing new circumstances upon him and he did not like it, much as he did not like this human, its claims, or its outrageous lies, slanderous and foolish.

[Return to your previous words, human. Speak. Who is Blaine?] That was actually relatively unimportant. He rose higher. [I have never seen you before in my

[adventurous_red]

"...Oh," Red said a bit dumbly. Two names, that was odd; did he know anyone with two names? He racked his brain for an answer. "Other than a title or profession, Like Prof. Oak, I don't think I know anyone with two names...weeeeiird." The idea was quite foreign to him