Pokédex Entry [006]

[berserk_gene]

There is something I need assistance with.

Come to 5718 Cunningham lane. There is something in the front yard. I would like to see what people think of it.

[The 'it' Mewtwo is talking about is itself. Here is a reference image for those two of you unfamiliar with Mewtwo. Note the decidedly angry face, non-human body, the fact it seems to have two

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[berserk_gene]

[And now it takes a defensive stance, seeing as Oak had just caught it completely off guard. It hadn't expected to be recognized by anyone.]

What? Who are you and why do you know what I am?

[berserk_gene]

Tck! A Pokemon Professor HERE? What kind of horrible luck do I have?!

[perfektsymmetry]

[Crowe happens to be passing by on his way home from school. He can't help but be surprise and stop for a moment, trying to comprehend what it was he was looking at. He was a fairly curious person, but also polite and feels bad for staring.]

I, uh… g-good evening.

[berserk_gene]

[Mewtwo doesn't answer at first. It is frustrated concerning why everyone is greeting it like they are. It had expected people to be scared or disgusted or laugh.]

[perfektsymmetry]

[Ah well now he's just feeling COMPLETELY RUDE AND TERRIBLE. Staring like that, how ungentlemanly of him. He must remember that people - or whatever - in Mayfield come from all different worlds, and may not be human at all, and should be accepting of this.]

A-ah, um, I'm sorry! You, uh, you new in town, perhaps...?

[berserk_gene]

Not at all. I dislike going outside.

[dragon_empath]

[Lance has also come, partly because this town's refusal to let him leave is really starting to piss him off and he needs something to do, and partly because he recognised the telepathic voice as his new pokemon 'friend' and thought he could help. He didn't expect to see Mewtwo.

[So he just stands there inside the yard's gate, his arms crossed and staring stonily at Mewtwo, unperturbed by the scowl.]

[berserk_gene]

[Mewtwo returns the glare. It has no idea who Lance is, but that's not important to it.]

[dragon_empath]

[After quite a while locked in a staring match, Lance finally speaks.]

Where is Blaine?

[berserk_gene]

Oh? How do you know that name?

[ufosrreal]

[Walking by, not aware of the public announcement, Sheska seems a little distracted by a book.

But stopping exactly as she passes Mewtwo, she looks up. What was that...?

And turns to look at.

Give her a moment before she registers; for now? A dumbstruck stare.]

((ooc; just saying: it amuses me that today's "Writer's Block" section on home just so happens to he about "Aliens". 8| ))

[berserk_gene]

[That is not very polite at all. Its glare gets a bit more angry.]

((Pfft.))

[ufosrreal]

GA-AH! [A little petrified, she jerks and drops her book in horror and surprise.

A p-pause...] H-hello.... [oh god don't eat me]

[berserk_gene]

[Oh, look, one actually scared of it. Mewtwo looms over Sheska and scowls. More.]

[pokederp]

[HI, RED'S HERE.]

... What am I supposed to be looking at, Mister Mewtwo?

[berserk_gene]

Why do you call me that? And why do you look like him?

[pokederp]

Why do I--don't you remember me? It's me, Red! I worked at the community center all the time, and I helped out with the Pokemon if you needed a hand!

[berserk_gene]

...

I have no idea of what you're talking about. The only human I know that you look like is that trainer, the one who defeated me.

...But you're completely different than him in personality.