[As it has numerous times before, Mewtwo wakes up and knows nothing of where it is. The gentle rock of the room is both calming and frightening. It remembers what happened. It remembers the destruction of the machines meant to subjugate it, remembers dying there on Mt. Quena with its will intact. And that should have been it. Nothing should have followed that.
Unless...
It's lying in the same prone position as it fell, but there is no earth underneath its digits. It pushes itself up in a panic and feels a strange new weight attached to it that throws it off balance. Like a cat, it pivots, trying to see what's weighing it down and its giant, muscular tail twitches in response, bearing a lantern tied tightly to the end. It glowers at it, reaches out to remove it, and then stops. Something tells it that it shouldn't remove the device. Like it might be important.
Fine, then. There's other things more important. It isn't bound so it exits the room it had found itself in, paying no attention to surroundings. A white-and-purple blur whips across the lower decks and then breaks free onto the deck, hovering in mid-air as it gets its bearings.
This is not Mt. Quena. This is not some cage constructed by Giovanni and his followers. This is something else. Somewhere else.
But no matter- if it hasn't died, then it needs to return. The other clones need it. It gives one last look at its surroundings before it attempts to shoot up into the sky and leave this place behind, only to hit twenty feet up and feel weakened, unable to fly further. Panicked, it drops back down like a stone, catching itself before it ends up tearing a hole in the ferry with its landing. The result is an awkward superhero landing, coupled with this monstrous six-foot humanoid-shaped cat monster shaking in confusion and barely suppressed rage and panic.]
What have you done to my powers?
[The echoing baritone voice echoes in the minds of everyone nearby, demanding everyone and no one to answer. Mewtwo remains, crouched on the deck, eyes narrowed and focused on the ferry's destination.]
ii. the bonfire
[Mewtwo is capable of absorbing and comprehending a great deal of information, so naturally between the guide and the logbook, it now has all the information. What it doesn't have is an understanding and that is the key. It's not natural to this or any world. What does this one mean to it, especially when it's own is likely in danger of being destroyed? Why should it care?
Surely, these humans are better equipped, more honorable, more inclined to protect a world. Why bring it here?
And so it stands on the outskirts of the bonfire, shadowed and barely in the light at all, looking almost like one of the spirits when cast in the shadow as it is. Maybe this is where it was meant to be- a shadowed world. Maybe bringing it back to the light will prove something about itself.
It chuckles, mentally, the sound echoing in the minds of those nearby by total accident. Mewtwo's just... not really great at not talking "out loud." Telepath problems.]
I will decide my own role in this. [It's a very offhanded statement- again, projected OUT LOUD- but it's all it can say about its confusing, racing thoughts and its indignation at being forced to accept a destiny rather than choose it.]
MEWTWO | OTA
[As it has numerous times before, Mewtwo wakes up and knows nothing of where it is. The gentle rock of the room is both calming and frightening. It remembers what happened. It remembers the destruction of the machines meant to subjugate it, remembers dying there on Mt. Quena with its will intact. And that should have been it. Nothing should have followed that.
Unless...
It's lying in the same prone position as it fell, but there is no earth underneath its digits. It pushes itself up in a panic and feels a strange new weight attached to it that throws it off balance. Like a cat, it pivots, trying to see what's weighing it down and its giant, muscular tail twitches in response, bearing a lantern tied tightly to the end. It glowers at it, reaches out to remove it, and then stops. Something tells it that it shouldn't remove the device. Like it might be important.
Fine, then. There's other things more important. It isn't bound so it exits the room it had found itself in, paying no attention to surroundings. A white-and-purple blur whips across the lower decks and then breaks free onto the deck, hovering in mid-air as it gets its bearings.
This is not Mt. Quena. This is not some cage constructed by Giovanni and his followers. This is something else. Somewhere else.
But no matter- if it hasn't died, then it needs to return. The other clones need it. It gives one last look at its surroundings before it attempts to shoot up into the sky and leave this place behind, only to hit twenty feet up and feel weakened, unable to fly further. Panicked, it drops back down like a stone, catching itself before it ends up tearing a hole in the ferry with its landing. The result is an awkward superhero landing, coupled with this monstrous six-foot humanoid-shaped cat monster shaking in confusion and barely suppressed rage and panic.]
What have you done to my powers?
[The echoing baritone voice echoes in the minds of everyone nearby, demanding everyone and no one to answer. Mewtwo remains, crouched on the deck, eyes narrowed and focused on the ferry's destination.]
ii. the bonfire
[Mewtwo is capable of absorbing and comprehending a great deal of information, so naturally between the guide and the logbook, it now has all the information. What it doesn't have is an understanding and that is the key. It's not natural to this or any world. What does this one mean to it, especially when it's own is likely in danger of being destroyed? Why should it care?
Surely, these humans are better equipped, more honorable, more inclined to protect a world. Why bring it here?
And so it stands on the outskirts of the bonfire, shadowed and barely in the light at all, looking almost like one of the spirits when cast in the shadow as it is. Maybe this is where it was meant to be- a shadowed world. Maybe bringing it back to the light will prove something about itself.
It chuckles, mentally, the sound echoing in the minds of those nearby by total accident. Mewtwo's just... not really great at not talking "out loud." Telepath problems.]
I will decide my own role in this. [It's a very offhanded statement- again, projected OUT LOUD- but it's all it can say about its confusing, racing thoughts and its indignation at being forced to accept a destiny rather than choose it.]