Almost Familiar Faces [Active, Closed for Now]

[replicat]

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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[replicat]

...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!"

[replicat]

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

[replicat]

After the satisfaction, Mewtwo was immediately swamped with surprise and confusion; while familiar--somehow--he'd never seen this trainer before in his life (short though it had been). And yet it recognised him?! Mewtwo's purple eyes widened for a moment, just a split half a second or less, even, then narrowed sharply as suspicion and anger flooded through him, overtaking his doubt and confusion at a rate which washed everything else extraneous from his system. His eyes did not glow, but he lifted off the ground, tail twisting further as he lanced Red with his piercing gaze. The hat, the hair, the manner of dressing were all familiar, but it was not the same person. Which was just as well.

Mewtwo did not care that Red had not thanked him--the idea of being thanked had never even crossed the Pokémon's mind, although he recognised the bond between the trainer and its Pikachu readily enough. He had only one thought, and it was immediately, powerful, and all-consuming. It was a question in the form of a demand.

[How do you know me?!]

[adventurous_red]

Once settled upon the other Pokemon, Red's eyes never moved as Mewtwo stood over him. He was in a terrible position, he knew it; he'd never make it to his Pokeballs before the psychic creature could attack. And even if he could, what then? The odds were against him, as there were plenty of objects in the room for Mewtwo to send flying at them.

The latter's rising wasn't comfortable, either. Red immediately figured that the Pokemon was preparing to kill him mercilessly, so the trainer was thrown off by the question. He didn't think Mewtwo would be the type to bother with such questions before killing a person, but he supposed the Pokemon was just that unexpected.

It took the trainer a while to form a coherent sentence, his nerves getting in the way of his speech. "I...when...you attacked Blaine. I had to fight you, I had to..." Red had no idea what he was getting into. "I had to capture you. How did you get out of that Masterball?"