Well the Best Thing You Could Ever Do is Die

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

WHO: Mewtwo and YOU
WHERE: All major cities
WHEN: At the start of pull plot
WHAT: Mewtwo has just been born and he's mad
WARNINGS: Violence, pokemon tantrums

A. Awakening in DeChima

[What's it like to wake up from a dream you don't remember falling asleep to? A dream that was nothing but blackness before? That's what it feels like to Mewtwo. That's important: the name Mewtwo. They gave him that designation.

He was alive because of them, because they deigned it so. He can remember how wrong he feels. He feels wrong as he staggers back to his feet. Here he stands among a land that doesn't feel so familiar to him. No pokemon in sight, but plenty of humans.

Humans. That's where it went wrong. Where he went wrong. Where they used him for their own 'methods', where they pushed and pushed til he had no choice but to push back.

His eyes light up with a special rage. Rising above the ground, his body gains psychic momentum as he floats over the edge of DeChima.]

< Once...once was enough… >

[He blasts his inertia of psychic energy into the ground, touching down in the small crater of his own making.]

< Let that be a sign. Humankind doesn't deserve to share this world with me. >

B. Come to the Applebee's if You Want to Fight.

[Mewtwo had levitated fast before. But now, now this was different. This wasn't a usual lowkey kind of speeding, this was the kind of fast one flaunts. The fast that shows off oneself with the openness of a missile bound for destruction.

And he's speeding through nearly every city. There's so many people, not enough time to show them how he truly means business. It wasn't enough to try and drum up fear. He needs to show humanity just how superior he is.

Which brings him to your city, for those who missed catching him zipping around or running into him. Mewtwo hovers from rooftop to rooftop, looking for exceptional human beings as he sees it.
If one is so unlucky, they'll find Mewtwo dropping from the sky like a bomb, his eyes slanted with angry fervor, his telepathic voice stabbing out just as hard.]

< You couldn't possibly match me in skill…but I will test that soon enough. >

[He's calling this hapless stranger out for a fight.]

C. Wildcard.

[For those rebels. If you wanna do something specific hit me up at dententa

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B (Platypus)

[doesntdomuch]

[Perry caught on pretty quickly that something weird was going on with people's memories and while it was weird, he figured that it wasn't too bad. Especially since he doesn't seem to be suffering from no memory loss himself.

But when he sees Mewtwo slamming to the ground near him with anger in his eyes, Perry couldn't help but grow concerned. Maybe he's just in the mood to fight?]

< Mewtwo, what on Earth are you talking about? >

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[A...it looks like some kind of psyduck. Maybe shiny?

Something about this animal feels familiar. Maybe it's because of all the information that he absorbed from the lab.

He still has a lot of anger inside, but at least he doesn't feel violent. For now.]

[He gets it.]

< You must be from the same lab...how did you escape? >

[doesntdomuch]

["The Lab"? ... Oh right, Mewtwo mentioned that he was created in one, and from the sounds of it, Mewtwo thinks he recently escaped it.

Oh boy this is going to be painful, Perry can feel it.

He offers a smile but it's pretty obvious that his worry and concern is growing.]

< Mewtwo, I'm your friend, Perry. We meet last year and you saved me from being brainwashed last month. >

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[What Perry says to Mewtwo feels disarming. Disarming in the sense a stranger tells you they're your mom or dad. Something so ridiculous and contrary to what you know, one nearly entertains the idea.

Almost.]

< I have no friends.

...what makes you think what you said wasn't from your brainwashing? >

[doesntdomuch]

[Perry sighs.]

< There is no reason why they would want me to trust someone like you, not to mention I was able to leave before I could get seriously brainwashed. >

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

< Do you suggest I am the one who was lied to? >

[doesntdomuch]

< No one is being lied to. >

[Okay, how does he explain this...?]

< You're... you're from the past Mewtwo. >

[God he hopes that time travel exists in his universe.]

b

[divaricate]

[Well. That happened. She assumes it read her, found out her skill set -- which are apparently similar to its, because hello telepathy -- and decided it wants to test hers. So she returns with her own telepathy, her 'tone' not aggressive: ]

Do I at least get your name first? I'm Wanda.

[More than anything, she's curious about its skills. A psionic battle wasn't really on her To Do List for today, but if that's how it's gonna go, well, at least she's prepared.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[He definitely sensed something different about her. He cared to know nothing else but if this human could stand up to him in a scrap.

His eyelids squinted hard at the mere suggestion. She may be a match, but he trusts in his own abilities and sheer anger far too much.]

< ...what you see before you is all you need to know. I am one and only. >

[divaricate]

[She squints in response, though maybe not as hard of a squint.]

< One and only what, exactly? Because if you mean with these types of powers, that makes at least two of us, so... > [So "one and only, just a bit inaccurate.] < I can compare skill sets. >

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[The pokemon makes a gesture to himself.]

< The only one of my kind. There is nothing else like me. >

[A bit of a boast? Yes. Yet with these humans, there's something more to them than their regular brand of ignorance and blithe destructive attitude.]

< Can you? Then you'll know how strong I am. >

[divaricate]

[She's seen gods, aliens, androids, and super soldiers. But this being probably has a point. She hasn't seen anything like it back home or here. She nods slightly, a simple concession to the fact.]

< I would. > [Well, try, anyway.] < That would be my point. Call me curious. >

[In addition to "curious", she can also be called "someone who makes Questionable Life Choices A Lot".]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[As he is from his point of view, Mewtwo has only been to his world and just thrust into this one. He knows he can't predict what they'll do, but he can be on his toes.]

< Then try me. >
[He lifts himself in the air to appear menacing.]

< You'll see just how strong I am. >

B

[dun_moch]

[What the kriff is happening and why does this being want to challenge him? Count Dooku doesn't know, but he does know that 1) something strange is happening to the imPorts, judging by how many confused posts there are on the Network, 2) he is well within his rights to defend himself, and wouldn't mind a chance to avenge the embarassment he suffered during the occupation, and 3) the Sith do not show weakness in the face of a threat.

Dooku sweeps back his cape to free up his arms, but does not yet draw his lightsaber as his own voice booms upward to the flying creature swooping towards him.]

Do not underestimate my abilities. I am more than a match for you!

[That's a good way to not escalate the situation, right?]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Clearly Dooku is a master of peacekeeping. The clone has no want for entertaining anything like this human fool's dignity.

What does get his attention is the odd weapon, looking something like a projected aura from one container. He holds out his fist, raising a nearby trash can.]

< Abilities or not, you will lose. >

[Consider this situation de-escalated.]

[dun_moch]

[The Count scowls, then raises his own hand. The levitating trash can suddenly squeals as its metal warps and bends, the Count crushing it with his mind as though it was a cheap tin of soda.]

Whoever you are, I am giving you the chance to back down. Otherwise, you will leave me no choice but to teach you to regret your arrogance.

[This street is now a Cranky Psychic Free-Fire Zone]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Mewtwo jolts back to watch this bearded fellow crush the can through sheer power of mind. So this one is stronger than most humans.

But his resolve still stands. Mewtwo was a bundle of crankiness and bad decisions.]

< The only regrets anyone will have is you. Do you expect me to run afraid? >

[dun_moch]

[Dooku's scowl transforms into a smile when he sees Mewtwo recoil. Finally, someone who shows the proper reaction to the power of the Dark Side! He pushes the chance to make an impression and deter this aggression, suddenly shifting to his own telepathy to respond mentally:]

<I expect you to show wisdom over foolishness. I am not your enemy- and it is in your own interest not to make me one.>

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[It's a strange feeling, having someone else who responds. Yes sure, people have thought at him before, but this was someone actively seeking out his own mind. The effect was...chilling to say the least.]

< ...if you are not my enemy, what are you then? >

[His fire has cooled a bit, only out of the bizarre feeling that something more than human was at work.]

B

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's been confused for several days now. This place seems familiar- as does the creature in front of her- but she can't remember why, and there's been no sign of Sameth or Ellimere- or of Mogget. She's wearing her armor and bells, but her sword is absent]

I'm not interested in tests, and I have no quarrel with you. [This creature seems familiar- and some buried memory stirs, even if consciously, all Sabriel knows is that this creature is neither Dead nor stinking of Free Magic- and thus, outside of her experience and not something she's obligated to fight... unless it decides to attack her or innocent people.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[The face of this stranger does ring echoes of something he may have forgotten. But it can't be possible.

This one came prepared, but as he saw it nothing could protect humanity from themselves. He casts aside any sentimentality, his expression immovable and grim.]

< You are human, that's quarrel enough. >

[bindsthedead]

You are no Dead creature or Free Magic monster- you- [Seem familiar, she almost says, but the words die in her throat. She reaches for the Charter, shining marks appearing in her mind. Marks of protection, of defense and warding.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

< Did you expect me to be dead? >

[He sees her reaching for something. Concluding it can be nothing more than an offensive weapon, he gathers his telekinetic energy in an eerie blue glow.]

< Do you think a flimsy weapon will stop me? >

[bindsthedead]

I have no intention of harming your unless I have no other choice. [She's telling the truth. The marks shimmer around her arms like a heat haze.]

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[The human seems like she merely acts as an intermediary, a interloper.]

< Then move out of my way . I have other opponents to contend with. >