When the Sun Hits

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

WHO: Mewtwo and YOU
WHERE: Around DeChima & anytown, USA for the rest
WHEN: the month of September
WHAT: Catchall month for Mewtwo, Mewtwo engaging with his various odd attempts at getting a 'hobby'.
WARNINGS: Psychic 'shenanigans'.

[Summer was fading like an old bruise, along with the bad times of that month. Mewtwo had lingering resentments and emotions but like always his method of dealing was to not deal. Call it 'moving on', but that wouldn't be accurate.

Whatever the case, Mewtwo had gone out of his shell to do other tasks. He had tasks he left unattended he had been meaning to catch up on. Tasks while seeming trivial to others seemed greatly important to him.

He had been busy taking out several library books with minimal human contact. On several roofs of DeChima he would coax a bird or two to take a perch on him as his busily flipped through his bird guide to identify it. Even on the roof of his own supposed house he took a break to go bird watching.

In the areas by the woods and less populated suburbs he could be seen sitting at at a little park bench as he levitates a little book called 'Games and Strategies', perusing it with light interest. However in all these populated areas he kept his human facade: a bald young man. He never wished for any human to see his true face.

However, deeper in the woods of DeChima is where his true freedom could be found. He glides quietly through the trees. To anyone who would dare go out there he would seem such a peculiar sight, a pink humanoid being floating quietly with no means of air locomotion.

Other cities may get a glimpse of this illusive creature as well: highways, edges of town, suburbs. Always skirting the edge of where people would be. He found it easier to look for birds there. But even he would have to make a stop, putting discretely going through his bird guide as he did.

Even here where there were no Pokemon or scientists it felt so confining having to hide himself all the time. But at least out here he has some semblance of freedom, even if the risk of being caught in this form was there.]

Comments

[servesthehuman]

[ Minimal human contact means that there's gotta be just some tiny part of human contact, right? Right.

It's during one of these De Chima library visits that Mewtwo meets Owen, who is conveniently taking advantage of the Porter system to pick up a book that the Maurtia Falls library was lacking. It's nothing fun (the book, in fact, is a dull looking tome on property law). Unlike Mewtwo's human facade, Owen's status as an imPort is downright obvious due to the stone covering over his left hand, permanently stuck in a fist position. Unfortunately, having your hand always as a fist isn't very useful when you're trying to hold one book while pull out another and, as such, the big heavy property law book falls to the floor with a loud thud, thankfully not on Mewtwo's feet, but close enough that Owen's worried. ]

I'm terribly sorry, [ he remarked, with a small nod as he bent down to pick up the book. ] I hope that didn't land on your toes.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Very extremely minimal.

Mewtwo comes close to leaving with the perfect amount of antisocial noncontact a loser like him needs when the book stumbles by his feet. He lets this grievance pass when he sees the rock covering his fist. Alright, he must be another super-powered human as well. He keeps running into those. He tries to make it seem less obvious that he's not staring but no, it's obvious he's staring.

So rather than that he quickly rises, shaking his head.

< No...it's alright. >]

[servesthehuman]

[ yeah, it's obvious Mewtwo's staring. And it's obvious that Owen's used to the staring. Back home, he had explanation after explanation for his fist but here? It's magic, there are super powers, just roll with it. Straightening up, he gives Mewtwo a small nod of acknowledgement, though his face is still a carefully crafted neutral. ]

I suppose I haven't fully conquered the learning curve with regards to my power. [ because he sees that staring. And really, might as well acknowledge that staring. ]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He should be used to it by now, but with anything humanoid having any powers it felt off-putting to him. His line of sight follows to Owen finally, shrugging.

< I suppose you have rock-based powers then. > Just a wild guess.]

[servesthehuman]

[ That neutral expression turns into the world's tiniest smile. ] On the contrary, my only power is that I have this stone covering on my hand to begin with.

[ Owen Burnett: the guy who lost the superpowers lottery, he certainly doesn't have any more secrets than that, no sirree bob, don't look at him that way. ] Not everyone can fly or has super strength.

[grouchinleather]

[Midnighter had heard rumors about a weird looking creature spotted around the outskirts of Heropa, and he had a hunch about what "it" might be, so now Midnighter is wandering around the woods of the local park trying to figure out of his hunch is right. While he could be silent if he wanted to, he's instead making as much noise as he can without looking ridiculous. He wants to be heard.]

I swear to god if this whole thing's a waste of my time I'm going to kill everyone that told me about this.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Mewtwo flitted silently between trees when he heard the crunch of feet against the fallen branches. A human? In the woods?! Mewtwo parks it on the highest and closest branch to watch the encroaching person.

...whom it turns out to be Midnighter. He hadn't seen him since the Crane incident. He wasn't sure how to approach that, all the feelings around that and such. Rather than flee, he drifts down another tier of branches to watch Midnighter curse to himself.

What was he doing here?]

[grouchinleather]

[Looks up when he thinks he hears some branches rustling.]

M? That you?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[...that fast already? Damn.

He would run but, he did that before. He owed Midnighter at least an 'hey I'm doing alright' appearance.

He drops down to a branch within Midnighter's sight, looking down at him.

< ...hey.

Isn't that what people do? Say hey? > ]

[grouchinleather]

[Would it help to admit he wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't listening for something out of the ordinary?

Midnighter snorts.]

Yeah, that's what people say.

You scared the crap out of some hikers a few days back, you know.

[bindsthedead]

[There's a park at the edge of Nonah, right where the foothills become mountains.

Ever since she learned how to drive, Sabriel makes a point of visiting from time to time. There are a few hikers, but if the winds occasionally act up- well, maybe the weatherman made a mistake.

So on a day with no wind in the forecast, Sabriel's sitting at an overlook an hour's walk from the parking lot, whistling up a wind that tugs at her scarf and kicks up a flurry of fallen leaves.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He never thought he would see the mountains again. Even with the wind, he doesn't find much difficulty making the flight.

It was so freeing, something he needed after all the forcible "reminiscing" he did during the Crane incident.

And the best part? Not a human in si...he passes one the overlook nearby. Panicking, Mewtwo turns and drops down to the nearest bush to hide.]

[bindsthedead]

[Wait, what-

Sabriel abruptly stops whisting, walking to the edge of the overlook in three long strides.]

Who's there?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[She moves fast, it seems. Mewtwo realizes he better throw out a mental warning, something that'll distract her enough.

< Don't come near here. It's not safe. >]

[bindsthedead]

I'm good at keeping my footing. Weren't you at the swear in?

[She recognizes the mental voice, at least. Though she does take a step back.]

[cupio]

[ She'd set out to explore each of the cities on Tobias' advice, taking a few days at a time to pick parks and forests and the less built up areas to pick through. Clary's never exactly been a nature kind of girl, she doesn't like insects and she doesn't like anywhere without air conditioning but now that she spends a lot of time alone she's at least trying to branch out.

Today that happens literally. Because Clary's picking her way through the woods when she pushes a branch out of the way and pauses. Her head is cocked to one side, listening out for a noise that doesn't come again. Of course she's distracted and she lets go of the tree, smacking herself in the face when it springs back into place. ]

Ow. [ This is why she doesn't like nature.

But there's that noise again. Clary rubs at her cheek and takes a step forward, her voice curious. ] Hello?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[On the contrary, Mewtwo could spend days in the forest. He even began to consider living out here as opposed to just occasionally camping on the roof of a home that was supposedly chosen for him.

Yet those damn humans kept barging their way into his domain. He hears her call out and knows that hiding is not going to do anything to keep her from finding him...

So Mewtwo decides to put on his human illusion as he drops in silently. As if he was there all along. He looks at Clary as if she walked in on something private.]

[cupio]

[ It's just a guy. Clary doesn't really know why her heart's racing as much as it is. ]

Oh. Hey. [ He doesn't look impressed with her and she feels her indignation rise up. It's America, it's a free country. She can so walk in the woods if she wants. ] I didn't think anyone else was out here. [ No apologies! ] I think I'm a little lost. All the trees look the same. They just stand there doing their tree thing.

[ Why is she rambling? ] Are you okay?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[No way, the woods were here way before any humies were here he definitely knows that. He nods his head, short blunt.

Yeah he's fine. He seems like the type that doesn't do the whole social thing well.

< Have you tried going the way you came? >]

[cupio]

If I knew which way that was. [ She offers up a grin, doing her best to look as non-threatening as possible. There's something about the man that keeps making her look twice, like there's a glamour she can't quite see through. Clary's not used to that any more. ]

Do you -- do you live out here?

[ Because he seems totally uncomfortable with her being here. Like a madman in the woods might. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ There's a lull at the Starrware offices when the receptionist spots a man on the roof a few buildings over. Kanaya was just looking through the window idly, but she doesn't often see anyone out there, they aren't the sort of roofs to host visitors.

It usually takes some prodding to get her to take lunch, but she volunteers today. Curiosity's gotten the better of her. She seems to appear almost out of nowhere, even to a psychic her appearance would be quite sudden. One minute no one, then a tall grey-skinned smartly dressed girl with horns is behind him, watching him interact with he birds. She keeps her distance when she finally calls out to him. ]

Sorry if I'm interrupting anything! You're watching the birds, aren't you?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[One pigeon flutters off, something he'd expect to be a natural response when he catches a glance of a person right behind him. Naturally he jolts out of sheer shock that someone could sneak up on him.

He floats to keep a little distance. When he gets some space he notices her grey skin and horns...something he never saw in a human before. Which makes it all the more bewildering honestly.

< ...yes. I was. It's called bird-watching here, isn't it? >]

[glowsferatu]

[ She startles slightly, between the fact that he's suddenly floating and the voice in her head she knows isn't hers. That's slightly uncomfortable, the last person to get in her head didn't have especially kind intentions. She hadn't even realized the man was another imPort until now. But still, despite her wide eyes and sudden frown, she tries to remain polite. ]

Y-yes. It's, uh. A rather respectable hobby, I hear. Though I haven't practiced it before, personally.

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Everyone's always uncomfortable or weirded out at first. But Mewtwo has learned how to deal with it. The pokemon floats back, touching down on the edge of the roof.

< It's a hobby I am still learning. I thought the life here was less varied...but it has it's own differences in a way... >]

[glowsferatu]

[ She watches him float, but he doesn't seem to mean any harm, and so she risks approaching closer. ]

Yes, life on this planet does tend to be more varied than it initially appears. Though everything still has the same colored blood. Four years and it's still bizarre to me.