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[It feels like a long time since he's felt the sun. A long time, because he was forcibly taken away two weeks ago and experimented on. He had been aware that such a thing was possible, but foolishly he'd still thought himself invulnerable. He was the strongest Pokemon ever to exist, after all; who would be able to win against him, without reality-traveling shenanigans like those that had brought him to Luceti in the first place? A physical group of people (such as the Malnosso) wouldn't be able to marshal the resources to take him.

Oh, hubris. They had been unimaginably efficient. He'd barely had the chance to fight back. Technology, or magic perhaps, that he had never encountered subdued him. The drones had then bundled him up neatly and disappeared with him. The strongest Pokemon ever was at the mercy of the Malnosso.

What had they wanted from him? After a time, it became clear that it was something to do with psychic powers. But parts of it still did not make sense to him; the excruciating pain, for example. It lingered on even now, making it hard to think.

He still couldn't see or hear. The only way he could tell it was sunny was the warmth of it on his back. Outside, then. Free? Released from the Malnosso, at least from now? But where? Near the village? There was no way to tell.

Blind, deaf and bruised, he lay in the bushes at the playground, vulnerable to anyone who might pass by.]

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[ Lea had been walking around aimlessly that day, still absorbed in recriminations and anxieties about the apparent effect his words had had on Ventus. The part of him that was sure it was the right thing to try to do something about the war was warring with the part of him that blamed himself for hurting Ventus over, possibly, something none of them had the power to affect or stop.

He'd been walking past the playground, the late afternoon sun strong on his face (a sign spring was surely here), when something snapped him out of his reverie - the sight of a... a something lying in the bushes. Lea goes instinctually to a more fight-ready stance, his knees bent, his center of gravity lower, as he squints at the figure. Its back...

It has wings. Whatever or whoever it is, it's a Luceti resident.

Lea hasn't been very open or friendly so far, mostly because he had initially expected any day to be returned to his proper time and place, and then because he was used to lurking and not engaging from years with the Organization. So he doesn't know who this is. But it's obvious they need help.

He approaches very, very carefully, stopping several feet away from the... it looks like a cat person? ]

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

[Some ancient instinct alerts him to the fact that he is no longer alone. Alas, that instinct is unable to tell him anything else, though. Lea's words fall on literally deaf ears, and the unfocused look in Mewtwo's eyes indicate a problem there as well.

Not being able to see is terrible, especially when you know that there's something in front of you to see. He lays in the bush, fighting against the primal fear of darkness and uncertainty, and tries to reach out with his powers. They feel unfocused as well, but at least they seem to be working...a little. The person is some feet away. A human? Or something very similar...?

Even his telepathy feels weak.]

Hhh...you....?

[Having a twin sister, it felt as if it was it was them against the world. Now with the other half gone, Seventeen's activity dropped. They always watched out for each other and now, well... she was out of the hell hole. The only thing they despised were scientists and captivity. If Seventeen ever finds the people responsible, human or not, someone's head will roll.

Seventeen was out and about up in the sky for some fresh air. The park look deserted enough for a quick landing. As he dropped to the ground, a small gust around his feet brushed the dust on the ground. Just as he was about to walk towards the park, something caught his attention on the way. Just a couple feet away from him was a... an alien? With wings no doubt.

At least it didn't look like a giant bug.]

The hell is that?

[He scanned it first, nothing on his data. Whatever it was, it probably had seen better days. Is it still alive? He could ignore it and go about his business. Seventeen turned towards the strange creature.]

Still alive?

[(Thank you for not thinking that he looks like a giant bug.) The gust of wind startles him - the observant, logical part of his brain notes that it felt too localized to be a natural breeze, it came from too strange an angle - but he can't do much more than groan about it. The fact that he doesn't hear his own voice (the logical brain says that it's not surprising, he is deaf at the moment, after all, but it still) frightens him.

Shakily, Mewtwo braces his hands against the ground and attempts to sit up. Is someone there with him? The person who made the gust, perhaps? But who exactly is that? Are they a threat?

He feels like he hasn't spoken - telepathically communicated, that is - in ages. Maybe he hasn't.]

Hh...who....

[Seventeen didn't move as Mewtwo sat himself up. Well, it wasn't dead. It didn't answer back. Did this thing heard him at least?]

I'll take that as a yes.

[Then, there was that voice in the head. It had taken Seventeen by surprise that it even had the android looking back to find the source. Everything seemed to work correctly, and he didn't detect data corruption from a quick scan so...how? Seventeen scratched his head.]

'That's weird... Thought I heard something.'

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[There. Someone is there, someone odd - human? maybe? something feels off, but it could be his powers being so weak - but they're there, at least. He turns his head, but his clouded eyes still aren't working. All he can sense is the sunlight. They move listlessly over Seventeen, uncomprehending.]

...is...someone...there?

[Okay... He definitely heard that. He fixes his eyes on the creature again as he retreats his hands back to his pockets. He'll answer out loud, for humor.]

Who want's to know?

'Not because I'm hearing voices up in here than out there. Did it hack?'

Hack? [Repeating the word instinctively, confused.] No...psychic....who are you

[Finally he shuts his roaming eyes, giving up on being able to see whoever's mind it is he's reading.]

'Someone who happened to drop in.'

[Was the first thing that came into mind. Psychic huh, interesting.]

'Can you walk at least?'

[Injured...guy at least. Didn't help to ask. Maybe he could learn what beat this guy up, if it's worth it.]

hurts

[A part of him hates to say that, but he is indeed in an immense amount of pain. There's no way he can walk.] taken...by the malnosso. who are you?

[Ouch. His thought real quick. So... what was he suppose to do in this kind of situation. Seventeen hummed to himself.]

'Anything you want me to do?'

[Because really, he could think of a couple things; take this guy somewhere or something. Where's a beginner's guide when you need it?]

[...This...was not what she had been expecting when she came to the playground today. Random people sleeping in the bushes tends not to be a staple of playgrounds.

Given her guardian is currently distracted, Sophie heads on over and stops a few feet away from the sleeping guy. If she finds his appearance unusual, she gives no sign of it.]

Hey!

Edited 2014-04-14 01:28 (UTC)

[Well, depends on how hobo-y your playgrounds are, maybe. But yes, this is an odd situation. A stressful one for Mewtwo as well, because he's aware that someone is there - either through his psychic powers or that natural sixth sense that you just get sometimes - but completely unable to discern who they are and what they want.

The Pokemon attempts to roll over and face his company, but it's so painful for him to move right now, and he only becomes more disoriented. His clouded eyes dart around, repeatedly passing over Sophie with no recognition of her.

What if this never changes, and he's blind forever? What if he remains helpless - him, helpless - forever?

The look on his face is kind of scary, but it's a grimace of pain and fear more than aggression.]

[Fortunately, for all Luceti's faults, adequate housing and food isn't a problem here, so this is definitely outside Sophie's experience.

She hesitates a bit--just a little bit! --at that look on this guy's face, but man, this is Luceti. She's used to weird stuff and weird people. This is just more of the same, right?

He doesn't seem to notice her, though. He doesn't look like he can see too well at all, actually, or hear her, for that matter. But that's no problem--he can probably feel her, right? She just needs to find something to grab onto.

...Like that tail.

Incoming five year old, Mewtwo.]

[OH GOD WHAT. He jumps instinctively as a little hand grabs hold of his tail. First, that generally doesn't happen, and second, he still has no idea who it is or what they're doing - although the fact that it's too painful to move much gives him time to piece together an answer, after the panic fades somewhat. Are they trying to hurt him? They could be, but they haven't really yet, and....they feel like a small person. A child?

Arceus, his head hurts. He reaches out towards the hand, trying to ascertain where his company is. Knowing that will help him calm down, maybe - enough to marshal his psychic powers past his headache.]

[WHOA okay that was unexpected.

Sophie jumps backwards a little too, falling on her bottom, but she quickly regains her equilibrium--both physically and mentally. He really doesn't seem too happy, does he? Good thing she knows what to do with outstretched hands.

She slips her hand into his and even gives it a squeeze.]

It's okay.

[Okay, there's a little hand in his. And immediately he can tell that its owner is calm and friendly, although he still can't hear her trying to comfort him. It's not as if hand-holding and gentle squeezes can mean much else, after all.

Mewtwo just holds on for a few minutes, eyes closed, letting (most of) the fear drain away from his mind.]

I cannot hear anything

[His telepathic voice comes across as a whisper, in some weird way, as it's still a bit difficult to use his powers. Still, communication! Sort of.] Who are you?

Edited 2014-05-03 03:31 (UTC)

[The moment she hears that voice in her head, Sophie jerks backwards and falls onto her bottom. She may be used to some really strange things, having lived in Luceti all her life, but that wouldn't be one of them.

However, because she has lived in Luceti all her life, she doesn't scream or run away or even let go of his hand. She just sort of looks him over in confusion for a bit before answering.]

I'm Sophie. Who're you?

[And now she's going to watch his lips really closely.]

[The child (miniature person? it's a very small hand) is still there. That's good, comforting in an unusual way for him, but it felt like they were pretty surprised by his speech too. That might be funny if he could concentrate on things other than feeling beat to a pulp.]

think to me...do not talk out loud. [Nope, mouth isn't moving. Well, other than, you know. To breathe :|b His brows do furrow a bit in pain, though.] i am hurt. my ears...

[Whoooooooooa.... How'd he do that? And what's he talking about, anyway?]

THINK?

[...Volume control might need a little practice.]

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(β:003) action, open. HIATUS END!

hope this is cool!

super cool :D

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permission to read thoughts then? c:

permission granted. :>

:D

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