Thunderous Silence From a Tiny Catastrophe

[irkenickychips]

Tak closed her eyes as she lay on her bed-squish, the cold, dark marble of Mewtwo's pocket dimension surrounding her

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[pandoras_closet]

((Oh what the hell, why not?))

"Hello, Tak." There, not ten feet away was Caretaker, casually munching on popcorn and aside from some lines around his eyes, utterly unchanged.

Which, given that he was a cosmic being and could look like anything he damn well pleased was probably a little disturbing.

Not to mention he was sitting crosslegged in midair some five or six feet off the ground.

[irkenickychips]

His levitation isn't all that unusual to Tak. Any levitation isn't all that unusual to Tak, normally.

"Hm. Hello, Caretaker. Enjoying the show?" She asks dully, indicating the popcorn. She's still setting the lab-equipment to retract and hasn't noticed his tired appearance just yet.

[pandoras_closet]

"Nah, just hungry." He holds it out. "Want some?"

[irkenickychips]

"Thank you."

She plucks a few kernels from the bag. No posturing, no feverish reforming of her speech patterns to make herself seem somehow able to measure up or superior. She's too wrung-out for that.

"The Mewtwo is gone. Blown up. He did it to kill the Khonshu-thing..." Her antennae are limp and she looks down. "THAT, is something I never expected to happen. I was supposed to die first."