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(β:007)(accidental video)
[The video function turns by the push of a button. To anyone’s surprise, it’s the pink cat-like creature again, and this time it’s not using it’s own book. Oops? Mew skims from the top and down the screen as if it’s a book again. Is there anything interesting about this one book? One way to find out!]
...what are you doing? [Mewtwo’s deep voice comes from a ways away, sounding suspicious. Something crinkles as he moves about off-screen and he makes a frustrated sound.] And why have you brought so many things to my house? This is ridiculous.
‘Mew?’ [The small pokemon looks away from the screen a moment. ‘Those things?’ translate for anyone speaking pokemon. Mew closes it’s eyes let’s out another ‘mew’ and continues feeling proud of itself. ‘Your place felt empty, so I got you something.’ After responding, Mew moves away from the journal allowing it to fall on the ground still recording. In the meantime, everyone gets to see what these things are: kazoos, some stuffed animals and dolls, little trinkets, and more toys. Mew hovers an inch off the ground picking up a kazoo and happily blows in it just to show how cool it is! It does it again just in case the other didn’t hear the first time.]
[Mewtwo makes an annoyed growl at the sound of the kazoo.] I did not need something. My house was clean before you came here. [Pause.] And why are you here? Do you have no place else to be? [Such a tsun child, Mewtwo.]
[Mew sighs to that. Why must he always be like this?] ‘Mew~’. [’So… you don’t want to play’ Mew simply responds innocently. Really Mewtwo, he needs to hang out more. In the meantime, Mew sits down making itself conformable which will show it dead center on the screen. It’s long tail flickers over it’s head, left to right. Then Mew makes another ‘mew’ with a sad tone. ‘More like empty….’ Really… all it sees are rocks. Rock walls and maybe a rock chair somewhere. Mew sets the kazoo down looking for something else to pick up.]
No, I do not want to play. [The Grinch never wants to play, Mew. His heart is three sizes too small. For a few moments he is quiet, presumably watching Mew.]
I do not need things to make myself comfortable or happy. I am content enough to have shelter over my head. What are you doing now?
[This is why Santa doesn’t come to visit! Mew pulls a stuffed animal off screen which is familiar to one of Perona’s stuffed animals. Mew quietly levitates off the ground carrying the plush with it’s own two small hands and off the screen. The plush drops in front of the journal while Mew slides in from one side snuggling it’s softness.] ‘Mew-mew!’
[’Playing with your book with this. You even covered this part!’ Mew motions one arm towards the camera.]
Playing with my book? With -
[The telepathic voice stops dead. And even though he’s not on camera, you can practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he realizes what’s happened.
The journal glows blue briefly, then slams shut without either of them touching it, ending the feed abruptly.]
...what are you doing? [Mewtwo’s deep voice comes from a ways away, sounding suspicious. Something crinkles as he moves about off-screen and he makes a frustrated sound.] And why have you brought so many things to my house? This is ridiculous.
‘Mew?’ [The small pokemon looks away from the screen a moment. ‘Those things?’ translate for anyone speaking pokemon. Mew closes it’s eyes let’s out another ‘mew’ and continues feeling proud of itself. ‘Your place felt empty, so I got you something.’ After responding, Mew moves away from the journal allowing it to fall on the ground still recording. In the meantime, everyone gets to see what these things are: kazoos, some stuffed animals and dolls, little trinkets, and more toys. Mew hovers an inch off the ground picking up a kazoo and happily blows in it just to show how cool it is! It does it again just in case the other didn’t hear the first time.]
[Mewtwo makes an annoyed growl at the sound of the kazoo.] I did not need something. My house was clean before you came here. [Pause.] And why are you here? Do you have no place else to be? [Such a tsun child, Mewtwo.]
[Mew sighs to that. Why must he always be like this?] ‘Mew~’. [’So… you don’t want to play’ Mew simply responds innocently. Really Mewtwo, he needs to hang out more. In the meantime, Mew sits down making itself conformable which will show it dead center on the screen. It’s long tail flickers over it’s head, left to right. Then Mew makes another ‘mew’ with a sad tone. ‘More like empty….’ Really… all it sees are rocks. Rock walls and maybe a rock chair somewhere. Mew sets the kazoo down looking for something else to pick up.]
No, I do not want to play. [The Grinch never wants to play, Mew. His heart is three sizes too small. For a few moments he is quiet, presumably watching Mew.]
I do not need things to make myself comfortable or happy. I am content enough to have shelter over my head. What are you doing now?
[This is why Santa doesn’t come to visit! Mew pulls a stuffed animal off screen which is familiar to one of Perona’s stuffed animals. Mew quietly levitates off the ground carrying the plush with it’s own two small hands and off the screen. The plush drops in front of the journal while Mew slides in from one side snuggling it’s softness.] ‘Mew-mew!’
[’Playing with your book with this. You even covered this part!’ Mew motions one arm towards the camera.]
Playing with my book? With -
[The telepathic voice stops dead. And even though he’s not on camera, you can practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he realizes what’s happened.
The journal glows blue briefly, then slams shut without either of them touching it, ending the feed abruptly.]
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Mewtwo looks vaguely lost for a moment, holding the journal awkwardly with both hands, before he regains his footing and sets it back on the stone ledge serving as his desk.
So, yeah. Awkward. He was all mad and now he's like not but he still sort of wants to be, or thinks he should be, what do???]
...That is why I live here, rather than in the village. There are many trainers here, now. It...may be dangerous for them to know too much. [The Legendary glances away. He's certain that he's right, but he still feels unsure somehow.]
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Wow Mewtwo, the way he has a stone desk... it makes him look so human.
Anyway, Mew tilt's its head to one side with a 'mew'. 'Why do you say that?' Because really, it's giving Mew a different impression there.]
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You have spent countless years keeping yourself hidden from humans...so much that some believe you to be a myth...do you not wish to continue hiding? [What's change? Nothing Mewtwo understands, that's for sure.]
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As for the second question, that gets Mew thinking. He twirls around like he's chasing his own tail like he's looking for something, maybe an answer laying around, before turning back to Mewtwo. It's not like it asked to be a myth or something.'Well... I can transform.' while looking and sounding chipper. Yeah, let's go with that. Besides, it's a book! Not like they'll knock on his door.]
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[He just frowns extensively over the next part. Wellllllll...he has to admit that Mew has a point, there. Transform is a pretty good way to hide yourself.]
I cannot.
[He's not jealous. There's not a quiet, begrudging, simmering anger there at not being able to do something Mew can.]