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Post by Bones on Mar 21, 2008 1:32:51 GMT 10
The Dark Realm. It was no great secret that this place was likely one of the most dangerous places to be in all of Remoor, if not the most dangerous place. the only thing keeping it from being number one on that list was the fact that Mewtwo didn't live here. Indeed, that abomination of science lived in his tower, from what he had heard, on the very top floor. 'He', of course, referring to the weaver of nightmare's and devourer of souls, the Pitch-Black that is Darkrai. He had grown tired of the humans calling themselves Pravus, and had subsequently grown tired of the inaction taken by all the other Gods that inhabited this land. Clearly, it was up to him to find a solution to this problem. But perhaps he didn't have to go it alone. The spawn of Mew, that creation of the humans turned renegade known as Mewtwo, was brought up in the last council meeting by none other than himself, but no one chose to actually do anything about him. Clearly such atrocities to nature could not exist! How could anyone doubt this?! It was beyond him. He could not, however, deny Mewtwo's strength. While he may or may not have been able to take Mewtwo on alone, he would prove far more useful as an ally than an enemy. He hated admitting the strength of Pravus even more, but it could not be ignored. They had far superior numbers compared to his forces (who, at the moment, consisted entirely of himself) and many of their Trainers were actually quite skilled. He would need support. Powerful support. The kind of strength the spawn of Mew had gathered in a ridiculously short amount of time.
Making his way into the Dark Realm was surprisingly easy; the storms that constantly surrounded the island didn't phase him while in his more ethereal form, a mere shadow upon the ground. He suspected the rest of this land would be just as easy to navigate. If Mewtwo himself didn't intervene before Darkrai expected him to. At the gates to the lone tower, he slowly rose up from the ground in front of the entranceway, immediately catching the attention of the guards who had only just now become alert to anything's presence. Guarding this place must be a dull job, since hardly anyone was brave or fool enough to come here. He looked between the two, a Machamp and a Gallade, with those piercing blue eyes. Everything was silent for a few seconds before Darkrai finally spoke. I'm here to see your Master. Let me through. Both of the guards were a little nervous, fearing the power of this creature, but fearing Mewtwo's strength even more. "N-n-no one who has to ask can get in t-t-to see Mewtwo..." The Gallade spoke, trailing off near the end of his sentence. The Machamp was slightly braver, speaking louder. "Yeah. Only his personal forces are allowed anywhere near the tower. You'll have to le--" The Machamp was unable to finish, Darkrai, decidedly bored with the pointless conversation, locked the two into his Dark Void, putting them both to sleep rather abruptly. They fell onto the ground in slumber, and he once again assumed his astral form, crawling along the ground at a swift pace as a shadow. He easily infiltrated Mewtwo's stronghold and flew from room to room -- hidden amongst the other, more naturally occuring shadows -- investigating this place further before actually seeking Mewtwo out. The lab...the kitchens...dining hall...lower quarters...an obscenely tall and winding staircase, followed by upper quarters...the arena outside, visible through many of the windows. The place was as he expected; focused on battle and in dire need of a good dusting. Heh. His kind of place.
After deciding he'd done enough sightseeing for now, he made his way up to Mewtwo's throne room, crawling up the wall rather than taking the stairs. He'd gone almost completely unnoticed this whole time, thanks to Mewtwo's constant storm covering much of the tower in darkness. He rose up from the ground in the highest room in the tower, stretching his clawed fingers a bit as his body reformed, smirking inwardly for no real reason he could think of off the top of his head. "Mewtwo. I've come to discuss...business with you."
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Post by Katse on Mar 25, 2008 2:41:16 GMT 10
The gentle roar of storm clouds swirling around the Realm was the only noise he could hear. Faint blazes of lightning amongst the masses of condensed water lit up his amethyst eyes. The cold gaze almost listlessly watched the island that was below him, just outside of these walls that he had built, himself. The quiet of his throne room was almost relaxing. This darkened chamber seemed to be the only place where Mewtwo could properly meditate to rejuvenate his powers. No one dared come into this room unless ordered to or there was a pressing emergency.
The Dark Realm Master stood close to one of the windows that lined the walls. His arms were limp at his sides as his thick tail gently swung back and forth. Half lidded eyes continued to observe the rest of the island. The Genetic Pokemon's head lolled to one side as he let the scattered thoughts of his army in the Realm below run through his head. The silence of the throne room was the only place in the entire territory that could allow his to utilize this ability. Reading so many minds at once was tedious and needed the highest amount of concentration. Peace was a key factor for that to be achieved.
There were so many different ideals. Most were eager to battle and impatiently took it out on their fellow clones. Some were plagued with questions. Why were they here? What were they fighting for? Violet eyes narrowed slightly and his tail gave a sharp lash. The only thing that kept those Pokemon living was that Mewtwo encouraged at least some signs of intelligent thought among his ranks. These were most of the younger clones, too. They were starting out just as their own Lord had: confused. Eventually, they would realize their purposes, but they had to fight for Mewtwo, first, if they wanted to live to see that day. If they were to succumb to the humans, they would surely perish in their ruthless hold.
The Genetic Pokemon lifted his head upon discovering a different cranial wave pattern mixed in with those he was scanning. It radiated power, contempt for humans, and... the will to make a bargain? This unexpected change quickly severed the mind reading session and Mewtwo clenched his eyes shut temporarily to fight back a developing headache. His body tensed and his three digit hands tightened to form the best fists they could. Abruptly stopping an ability such as that could render varying consequences to the user and the used. There was not much Mewtwo could do for the minds he had filed through, but he could at least attempt to keep a migraine away. His mind was his greatest weapon; he could not afford to place it in any sort of jeopardy.
With Darkrai's rather straight forward way of announcing his presence, amethyst eyes snapped back open. Almost immediately, Mewtwo deduced that the psychological aura he had just previously sensed belonged to the other Legendary. The Genetic Pokemon did nothing to acknowledge Darkrai, however. His tail swayed once, but that was it. He mulled over the Pitch-Black Pokemon's words before glancing in the other's direction, but still did not move. "That much is obvious," he commented emotionlessly. The Psychic's head turned just enough for one bright violet orb to scrutinize the dark one. "Else you would not have made the journey to seek out my audience."[/i]
The Dark Realm Master's eyes were half lidded as he stared at Darkrai from the corner of his eye. His lips were pursed in his tight, characteristic frown. He seemed uninterested in the Pitch-Black Pokemon and whatever it was he had to say, but it was quite the contrary. Whatever proposal Darkrai wished to discuss, it must have been worthy enough to listen to if the Legendary travelled all the way out here. In addition, this was a nice change from Mewtwo having to leave his Tower to find other Legendaries. It certainly was much easier for they to come to him.
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Post by Bones on Mar 26, 2008 14:32:14 GMT 10
Ever the sharp one. Darkrai chuckled inwardly as his eyes narrowed at Mewtwo, deciding to let the nature of his visit known as soon as possible. But you never know, I may have come here to kill you. You are a threat to the natural order of the world, after all. Protecting that order is one of the tasks I am charged with, as a God of this land. Perhaps raising Mewtwo's ire wasn't the best decision he could've made. He decided to change the subject to why he had really come. But no, while I may have come to wage war, it is not a war against you and your ilk. I have grievances against the human organization Pravus. As much a threat as you are, they are greater. Well, perhaps not greater. But more immediate. They seek the recruitment, capture, or, if necessary, extermination of all the Gods. If we are taken from our throne, then the world will certainly be plunged into chaos. You recall the events of the past, when human interference woke the slumbering giants Groudon and Kyogre in Hoenn? Such destruction, in a matter of hours...it can't be allowed. So I come to you with a proposition.
The room grew silent for a few seconds as Darkrai gathered his words, floating silently in the air of Mewtwo's throne. He flew a few feet closer to Mewtwo, having found his words. Join me in eradicating Pravus. These humans have far overstepped their boundaries, believing they can harness strength such as ours, such as yours, and must be taught a lesson in humility. His eyes narrowed further as he stared out the same window Mewtwo had been, as if seeking the thoughts passing through the Genetic Pokemon's mind. In exchange for helping us with this little problem, I'm sure our Lord the Life-Bringer will be more than happy to compensate you. To accept you with his open arms. And you and I will become permanent allies, brothers. Those who do not respect the power of the Gods will be crushed beneath our feet. No, he didn't care that he didn't actually have feet. And I would be more than happy to aid you in whatever other goals you have. But eliminating Pravus is our first priority. Remember, even if they succeed in their ideals, it will only be with the aid of the Gods. You'd still have to face them to make your own dreams a reality. Not that he knew what Mewtwo's dreams were, exactly, but anyone building an army the way Mewtwo was could only have one in mind; dominance.
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Post by Katse on Apr 25, 2008 0:54:26 GMT 10
The Genetic Pokemon remained indifferent as Darkrai commented on his wit. He was merely stating the clear facts, just as he always had. At least, they were very distinct to him. Not many dared to make the trip all the way out here. On top of the sheer distance, a reckless storm had to be dealt with, as well. For someone to brave such obstacles, they must have a very urgent reason to seek out the Dark Realm Master or be quite powerful. Mewtwo already knew the latter to be true and he suspected the former to be the same.
The Castle Lord's predictions were confirmed when Darkrai began explaining his motive. At the mere mention of a possible assassination, deep violet eyes narrowed in warning at the Pitch-Black Pokemon. How he hated their misunderstanding. Humans and Pokemon alike just could not grasp the concept that it was not Mewtwo's fault for being what he was. He did not ask to be brought into this world so unnaturally. He did not ask to be given such phenomenal power, but it was bestowed upon him. Now that he was here, he might as well do some good for the world and exterminate those trying to impersonate the Gods.
Mewtwo did not let go of Darkrai's comment as quickly as the Legendary thought, but the clone continued to listen keenly to the other's words. His harsh gaze remained slightly narrowed and his thick tail swayed with intrigue behind him. The clone nodded in understanding at appropriate points in the Pitch-Black Pokemon's speech, drinking in every little detail. Yes, Mewtwo was aware of this group that reminded him so much of Team Rocket. That alone was reason enough to put the organization high on the list of who the Genetic Pokemon should destroy first.
A heavy brow lifted at Darkrai's mention of a proposal, but the Dark Realm Master was still silent. He intently watched the other as he flew closer, another warning for the Pitch-Black Pokemon to not get too close. In correlation with his freedom, Mewtwo valued his personal space. No other reaction was given, however. Even as his fellow Legendary gave the offer, those almond shaped eyes did not leave Darkrai for a second.
Once all this information in the bargain was given, Mewtwo finally tore his half lidded stare away. He glanced out the window as his tail twirled and danced behind him in thought. "You present an enticing offer, Darkrai,"[/i] came the clone's calm telepathic "voice". His amethyst eyes were still focused outside. His thick brows lowered slightly. Offers. He went over that word in his head again. Bargains. Deals. Promises. Mewtwo knew these endeavors all too well. Remembering what happened the last time he had made a deal with someone else, the Genetic Pokemon's stout muzzle twitched in and out of a grimace.
"But how am I to know that you will keep true to your word," the Castle Lord suddenly asked with a taste of poison in his tone. His head turned to have a narrowed eye scrutinize the Dark One. "It is one thing to merely discuss action,"[/i] he commented as his tail gave a quick lash, "but another to actually take it."[/i]
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