I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

[rassera]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.


Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda rassera, Tetsuo iamtetsuo, Bull rideme and Ken amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

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[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Disgusting isn't it? That Tetsuo could be in anyway comprable to him. But he's proven it several times, in both ability and attitude.

They were both the evolutionary dead-ends, the point where life shouldn't go. Yet here they both are, psychic human and psychic legendary.

He knows nothing about Tetsuo's past, just that something happened. Maybe he was something lab-tested himself. The human wouldn't let him know that at this moment.

But he knows that feeling of existential helplessness. He's felt it several times before. Mewtwo is...what? Second in the line of something he didn't know himself. There are several times he's had to give vague answers and half truths to the question 'what are you?'

He knows the true depths of unkowning, lost in that cycle of searching.

Really sad, that this violent human in his most vulnerable could say things he's thought to himself many times. It's unnerving.

< I can't answer that for everyone. I can only answer that for myself. You too. >

The pokemon had enough of this. Standing outside. He's opening the window to step in. He doesn't step any closer, just floating in a sitting lotus positing.

< It felt cold out there. > But he digresses. < There has to be a point. There has to be one. >]

[iamtetsuo]

[This time, there's no backlash to the nightmare moving closer. Tetsuo, in fact, doesn't even move. Mewtwo can kill him if he wants, him being outside or inside won't do anything to change that. He, at least, knows what this one's capable of.

A long time ago, now, he'd demanded what Mewtwo was, alone and in agony in some back American alley. As if getting that answer would mean something.

He hadn't thought about it before, but 'clone' implied science was involved somewhere. You had to do that in a lab. Maybe, after all, it did matter. Maybe it did mean something.

This time, he's so close to softly asking the reverse question, as if Mewtwo'll have a better answer than he did for himself. As if Mewtwo had all the answers to all the questions he was increasingly scared to ask himself.

It was impossible to shake that fear of there being no answer at all.]

What if that is the point? In the end, it's all meaningless. You can fight all you like, but-

[But you die anyway, he doesn't say. He lets the unfinished sentence hang in the air, not daring to finish it, not daring to move past it.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Mewtwo is grateful he gets something of an understanding from Tetsuo. He expected some struggle or protesting as he came inside, but nothing yet.

Yeah, this affair with Pan really changed him. And the fact it was something of a positive is all the more unnerving.

That's a poignant question Tetsuo asks. What is the point? He never thought about death. It didn't come to him mostly because birth had been just as a confusing and violent process itself. Being taken out of this world must be the same.

But the question is to do with all that time between? He's still trying to find the answer, so far his only answer is pushing the limits, testing himself. Maybe keep humanity in check, like someone looking over an unstable weapon. It changed so much.

How could he simplify it?

< Fighting is a must anyway. It must be done to reach your peak. I thought it meant strength. Maybe it does, but it also means fighting to hold onto your goals.

If you let go of your goals, no one else can do them for you. They don't know what we want like we do. >

No one could truly know like he knows himself.]

[iamtetsuo]

Goals? I don't have any goals. [With that soft admission, he twists away from Mewtwo, musing bitterly to the wall.] I thought I did earlier, but now...

Look... I didn't tell you this earlier, but back where I'm from, I die. I've been thinking about it ever since Kaneda told me - right now, I'm probably older than I'm ever gonna get to be. I thought if I could get stronger than everyone, I could prove that didn't have to happen. Maybe I - I could change something.

...But I couldn't. So there's no use fighting anymore...

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[That's heavy. Mewtwo only keeps looking at him, frozen by an awkward inability to know where to drag this conversation next.

< ...do you want my honesty? 'Getting stronger' is what I have been doing.
Do you want more? What Pan did to you...it felt too familiar. Not in the physical sense, but the way it was done… >

The public display. The pain. Pain that's made to be an example, a show of. ]

[iamtetsuo]

[He turns back around, staring into those alien eyes. If he's being honest, he has no idea what he was expecting. Agreeing with him, maybe; they are? were? enemies, and he hasn't forgotten that. Mewtwo could easily have no reason at all to keep acknowledging him like this after a confession like that.

But... they're alike. That's why he had to say that, and maybe that's why Mewtwo just keeps talking. They're alike... and that's why he has to know-]

Familiar?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[It's true, he owes the human nothing after giving a confession like so. But he felt he needed to hammer out a few issues he had, many issues actually. And they have common ground, the feeling gets stronger the more it feels like.

He nods. It was painful to admit, he didn't want to admit the whole truth. Not that Tetsuo or anyone wasn't ready, he wasn't ready yet.

< Yes...the feeling. Helplessness. At another's mercy. Used by your own trust, used for their own gain. >]

[iamtetsuo]

[One day, when they trade backstories... there'll be a lot of hell owed to distant shadowy organizations worlds away.]

...

[So this guy? thing? clone? Clone. So he did know, maybe. Taking in a deeper, less steady breath]

You too?

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Don't even put the thought of both of them going on a revenge spree.

Mewtwo just nods. Was there understanding? It feels like it...it's like that lump in one's throat finally passing after so long.

< Yes. Maybe not exactly like what happened to you. > He think it's still on the subject of Pan. < But the feelings are too close. >]

[iamtetsuo]

I see.

[And for now, he doesn't press for details. That'd require talking about what happened.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[It's relieving to get no follow up questions for once. Just say his piece and a little oh.

< Now you can understand why I did what I did. >]

[iamtetsuo]

... Probably...

[He sure doesn't sound certain of that. But it's progress they've never had before. Never could have remotely gained before, for that matter.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He wouldn't considered the possibility of this conversation before. But now is a different time.

< ...then I don't think you need anything else from me at the moment, correct? >

Oh wait one more thing.

< Except maybe an end to our fighting. >]

[iamtetsuo]

....okay. [Quiet, monotone, as he says the few words he never imagined he'd hear himself say.] I won't fight you anymore.


[Because he can't. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't have the powers anymore. It's a bit of a relief, albeit a bitter one that carries with it overtones of failure and worthlessness. If there's a truce, he won't have to deal with trying to fend off something way more powerful than he is somehow.

At least, it wasn't him having to admit it. At least, it's not him giving up. He's accepting someone else's truce, so that's still on his terms.

Small favors for critically wounded pride.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He expected a struggle: prideful words, struggling, denial, refusal. No, he gets the most quiet reply ever coming from Tetsuo's mouth. The human has been a source of surprises tonight. Yes, it's an admittance that sounds tinged with the same salty edge he came to expect of Tetsuo, but the way he said it carries a world of difference for the pokemon.

For once, it's starting to feel like the right thing. He's never dealt with humans on their terms like this before.

He looks much more relaxed, introspective. < So it is settled… > A pause. < I will make sure you keep your word. >]