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Post by Shana on Nov 2, 2007 7:08:10 GMT 10
Sunrise is a nice sight to behold, especially when you're sitting on top of a large mountain range. Whether or not it is the Sunrise mountains. But Mew was not influenced by the happy moment of Sunrise. She had been kept awake all night and she was just irritable. A spearow made a caw in the nearby tree and, without even turning, it was basically dust from a fireball Mew shot at it without even looking. Was she scared of something? No, that wasn't it. Was she bored? That was never it. Mew couldn't get bored. She always found something to do.
She was trying to think. With a super-powered psychic mind like Mew's, you'd assume this would be an easy thing. But she was thinking about Mewtwo, and thinking about Team Pravus. It wasn't something she should be worried about, but she knew that by herself she could never beat Mewtwo in a fight; a draw at the best. They were the same DNA. Mewtwo was bigger, and looked a lot more scary then herself, but they were one and the same. Maybe she should've worked with Mewtwo when he asked...
No! She wouldn't resort to killing everything. At that moment she turned around, and saw the pile of Spearow ashes on the ground. Had she really turned into Mewtwo. She shook herself. She had to get rid of all this anger she had right now. Turning back to stare into the Sunrise, she calmed herself. It really was beautiful. All the colours playing across the mountainside. It made her happy again. It didn't stop her being tired.
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Post by Katse on Nov 12, 2007 9:06:11 GMT 10
Fresh zephyrs of a brand new day passed through the limbs of trees and over the magnificent peaks of the Pyrothia mountain range. The brilliant hues of oranges and pinks slowly crept over the territory, trickling their warm light into every crack and crevice. The squawks of waking bird Pokemon filled the air, ready to start the day. Many who appreciated the little things of life probably stopped and marveled at the earthly phenomenon in the east. One, however, had his violet eyes focused in the opposite direction.
Soaring through the heavens at a steady 55 miles per hour, an essence of glowing blue trailed behind him. The countering winds whipped at an old, brown cloak that was wrapped securely round Mewtwo's shoulders. His arms were held close to his sides as he flew, the frayed edges of the garment grazing his fingers. The Genetic Pokemon's brow was lowered in deep concentration as his eyes were squinted to slits from the sheer velocity he travelled at and the changing light coming from just over the eastern horizon.
Still having not made his decision on an appropriate scout in his army, the Dark Realm Master had resorted to a tedious amount of multitasking. Between training his legion, him, and still searching for the other Legendaries, things had grown tiresome. Ever since sunset the day before, he had been in flight in his search for his fellow all powerful Pokemon. This trek was why he donned his cape. Pyrothia Mountains were between frequently visited human habitats. If he ever had to risk landing in a city or town, wearing the cloak would help him camouflage better in the shadows.
The Tower Lord was beginning to feel the pangs of fatigue, but he refused to allow himself to give in to it. Weakness was not an option, especially when he was supposed to be getting stronger. Mewtwo's pace slowed when a burning smell reached him. Accustomed to using his Psychic mind more than his other senses, though, it was not long until he picked up the cranial waves of a very familiar Pokemon. The image of a submerged lake flashed in his mind, the vision he often associated with the Legendary. He could never exactly figure out why, though. The illusion had flashed through his head for as long as he could remember.
Pausing in midair, almond shaped eyes immediately honed in on Mew and narrowed in disgust. Why did he have such a knack for running into her wherever he went? Outside of his Tower, Mew almost always seemed to be where Mewtwo was. The Dark Realm was his only haven from her. Hopefully, it would stay that way. The clone certainly did not enjoy his predecessor's company. The mere sight of the small, pink Pokemon triggered his memory of the last time they had met. Mew's misunderstanding of his mission and refusal to work with him in finding the other Legendaries already flicked on the hair trigger switch that was anger within the Genetic Pokemon. Mewtwo's hands clenched into the best fists they could form and his jaw tightened.
He could catch her off guard and attack right now. All it would take was a well placed Shadow Ball. He had the perfect opportunity to do away with the one that had plagued his thoughts since before his "birth". The idea was incredibly enticing, but Mewtwo still held back from acting instantaneously. Violet eyes panned over to the pile of ashes that was once a Spearow and a brow raised, but it did not take long until they focused back on Mew. The blue aura surrounding him pulsated once as Mewtwo lowered his altitude. Silently, he hovered a few yards behind the other Legendary. His cape draped over his broad shoulders, cloaking most of his body. Narrowed eyes gazed at Mew for a few seconds as his temptation rose. Light blue sparks even began to dance around his three digit hands. "How is it that we keep meeting like this," he mused aloud, "or rather, meeting at all?"[/i] At his last statement, Mewtwo's expression grew darker with a grimace.
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Post by Shana on Feb 23, 2008 7:10:13 GMT 10
[Yeah, it took a long time lol. I'm slow ok?]
An image shot through Mews head warning her of an emergency. Of course, she didn't have to turn around, she didn't have to even take a backward glance, to know who the fiend who disturbed her morning break was. It was someone that she had met many, many times. Unfortunately. Despite her not needing to turn around to see it was Mewtwo, she turned around anyway. She preferred it this way. She could watch where his mental presence was and where his body was, despite the fact they were always in the same place. It was safer with at least two senses on him.
"What do you want? I'm not joining your stupid campaign. Don't try." Mew usually wasn't malicious, but Mewtwo brought out the worst in her. So the thought of leaping at him, shooting a Shadow Ball or two and killing him sprung to mind at least once. However, she knew she couldn't. Every time they fought it was too unpredictable who would win; they were evenly matched, but Mewtwo looked more energetic today.
"Unless you want a shadow ball right between the eyes, I'd advise you go back to your little tower and play with your clones. I may have morals Mewtwo, but none of them are against killing you." Every time she left the shrine on Suli island Mewtwo goes and pops up. Honestly, there were hundreds of other places that Mewtwo could have gone and not ruined her already horrible day. Why did they seem to be linked together or something?
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Post by Katse on Mar 26, 2008 1:38:18 GMT 10
The coldness of the Genetic Pokemon's gaze seemed to intensify as Mew turned to face him. The amethyst orbs narrowed slightly and his tail gave a twitching lash. Those bright blue eyes of hers sickened him. He was glad that he did not inherit such a childish trait. They appeared to look at the world with such a naive innocence. Mew was one of the first Pokemon created. Of all Legendaries, she should have at least seen some reason in Mewtwo's goal to annihilate the human race. But, no. They had to be like squabbling siblings and go against each other. Perhaps, it was better this way? Mewtwo did not know how much of his predecessor's personality he could take. A thick brow lifted slightly as the New Species Pokemon outright claimed that she would not join the cause. This was not news. What came as a little unexpected was that someone was fiesty today. This was a new side that the clone had yet to see. It was... interesting, to say the lesat. Mewtwo's chin tucked closer to his chest to hide a steadily growing smirk at Mew's attempt at intimidation. Powerful Pokemon or not, the Dark Realm Master could not take his predecessor very seriously, just like she to him in their first cluster of confrontations. Yes, being so openly threatened sparked annoyance in the Genetic Pokemon, but how well was Mew at going through with such promises? Did she really think that she could kill him? "Hostility is unlike you," the clone commented as he lifted his head back. Half lidded, violet eyes gazed down at her, unphased by her words. Honestly, what did she hope to accomplish? Fear was a long lost emotion to Mewtwo. The faint smell of burning ashes still in the air, the almond shaped eyes side-glanced to the charred remains of the Spearow. "And your morals do not seem to be against killing innocent Pokemon, either," Mewtwo added nonchalantly as his gaze fell back onto the New Species Pokemon. He lowered his head back to his regular height, curling his tail slightly as the light breeze blustered through the tattered ends of his cloak. ((SO sorry for the lateness and sucky-ness. ))
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Post by Shana on Mar 26, 2008 18:27:09 GMT 10
Mew shook her head, jumping into the air and beginning to float. She was always more comfortable in the air. His words angered her, for some reason. He didn't know her, he hadn't even been near her without fighting! Stupid clone. How dare he think he knew her. If he thought she wouldn't fill her promise, he would really be bit in the ass by his own idea. She laughed, a lot more sinisterly then her normal giggles, before floating right up to Mewtwo's face and shooting a full powered shadow ball right at him. "Well, you aren't exactly innocent. Neither was that bird. Besides, maybe, just maybe, I need to relieve a little stress. You kill stuff all the time and I don't judge you." Mew expected that from the outside this would probably be an amazing fight. She had just shot a shadow ball at the things face, so she had no doubt it would end in a fight. She knew she could win. She had a bit of mental and physical tiredness, but nothing huge. "You always boast how strong you are. You always say how weak I am. Well, prove it! Beat me. I dare you." She taunted, sticking out her tongue at him. But, she couldn't say she didn't build up her mental barriers. She had little doubt he'd use some kind of psychic attack, and she was prepared for that. As for physical attacks, she just hoped she could dodge it fast enough. Overall though, she was far more worried about his mind games. That was what got her every time they fought. [Yours was better then mine lol. You're forgieven ]
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Post by Katse on Apr 23, 2008 2:14:56 GMT 10
Violet eyes followed the New Species Pokemon as she took to hovering in the air. Mewtwo's hard gaze narrowed suspiciously at Mew's laugh and his tail gave a quick lash behind him. His thin lips pursed in a tight frown. Again with the laughter, but it sounded different this time around. It sound more impish, but still condescending. This angered the Genetic Pokemon and his paws clenched into fists, but his perceptiveness gave him a sick feeling of foreboding. Something was not right here.
Mewtwo's suspicions were confirmed when Mew materialized a Shadow Ball and threw it at him point blank. Given the lack of distance and the suddenness of the attack, the clone was given little to no reaction time and was sent hurling back from the blast. A nearby tree broke his flight and he crashed with his spine perpendicular to the trunk. The Genetic Pokemon fell to the ground in a heap, his cloak draped over his entire body and the hood fell over his face. He simply lied there, completely still, as Mew challenged him. The impact would have probably instantly killed any other Pokemon. Could the same be said for the one that was designed to be the most powerful in the world?
"Very well," came a deep, calm voice.
Suddenly, Mewtwo's head snapped up. The hood of his cape enshrouded his face in darkness, but a pair of brightly glowing blue eyes bored into his predecessor. The entire Genetic Pokemon glowed a vibrant azure and a wave of psychic energy flew out in all directions. The trees rattled and the grass flapped helplessly in the blast's wake. Using his powers, Mewtwo lifted himself to his feet and hovered a few inches from the ground. His arms were out at his sides and his three fingered hands were rolled into the best fists they could form. The Dark Realm Master's cloak floated with a life of its own behind him, but the hood remained over his head.
"I will prove my strength to you," the Genetic Pokemon claimed, his telepathic 'voice' getting louder with each word, "just as I have proven it to everyone else who questions me!" Not even a second after these words were relayed, Mewtwo released a powerful pulse of psychic energy that propelled him forward and towards Mew. Holding his arms out to his sides, the dodger blue aura around him formed a pair of scythes over his forelimbs. The energy shimmered once in the rising sunlight and their handler rocketed towards his target at breakneck speed. She wanted a fight? Fine. She will have one and it would be one to remember. That is, if Mew lived past this. She was the one foolish enough to invoke the Dark Realm Master's wrath. Now, she was going to pay the consequences.
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