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maskormenacelogs2015-09-07 08:21 pm
thelimitdoesnotexist) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-09-07 08:21 pm
When the Sun Hits
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.]
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.]
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I suppose it's all due to humans wanting to be more powerful. Which really, isn't that unique a concept to begin with.
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...strange, he spoke of humans as if he weren't one. Must be a slip.]
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Different worlds have the same commonalities. Unfortunately, some of those commonalities...I doubt we would want them to have to begin with.
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< What would you change, then? >]