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maskormenacelogs2016-06-16 12:50 am
thelimitdoesnotexist) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-06-16 12:50 am
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Let's Go Hunting, They're Haunting Our House
WHO: Mewtwo and Tetsuo
WHERE: Nonoah
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHAT: Time for ghost adventures in a ghost house!
WARNINGS: Psychichs stumbling around in god's domain
[Mewtwo was grateful for search engines. 'Haunted places Nonah' got plenty of results, oddly enough. He decided to pick one location that looked spooky enough: a dilapidated townhouse that obviously wasn't lived in for some time telling from how the windows and doors were boarded up. It had a oaken quality to it.
Funny, he could imagine a Gengar imagine living in a place like this as well. Maybe they'd run into a Gengar or something Gengar like here as well. He'd put Tetsuo in place soon enough.
He hangs out by the picket fence, human disguised, for the human to make an appearance. It's odd how the human would agree to such a challenge. Both of them were stubborn, if that ever served as an explanation. For now he would have to wait, hoping the directions he sent were right enough.]
WHERE: Nonoah
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHAT: Time for ghost adventures in a ghost house!
WARNINGS: Psychichs stumbling around in god's domain
[Mewtwo was grateful for search engines. 'Haunted places Nonah' got plenty of results, oddly enough. He decided to pick one location that looked spooky enough: a dilapidated townhouse that obviously wasn't lived in for some time telling from how the windows and doors were boarded up. It had a oaken quality to it.
Funny, he could imagine a Gengar imagine living in a place like this as well. Maybe they'd run into a Gengar or something Gengar like here as well. He'd put Tetsuo in place soon enough.
He hangs out by the picket fence, human disguised, for the human to make an appearance. It's odd how the human would agree to such a challenge. Both of them were stubborn, if that ever served as an explanation. For now he would have to wait, hoping the directions he sent were right enough.]
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But he's got something else.
The first warning Mewtwo gets is a soft purr of an engine; a far cry from the typical overclocked roar of American bikes. Tetsuo comes racing around the corner on a light green motorcycle, a stylized eye of white and red pointing upwards stretched across the gas tank. It's not the traditional colors for 'psychic' that Mewtwo'd associate, but the emblem's hopefully universal enough to translate.
That's HIS bike.
He shifts to the side, braking dramatically on both wheels in a squeal of mechanical protest. Kaneda pulled moves like that, too; riding styles stuck around in bike gangs. The dust settles, and he kills the engine, hopping off. It stays upright with a nudge of his powers. He'll lift it inside the fence in a sec, once he's in there.]
So. This the place, huh.
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He almost spaces out when he hears the purr and rumble of the engine coming down the road nearby. He can't help but lean out and look genuinely surprised to find Tetsuo of all people on the bike.
He can fly, can't he? Mewtwo nods back to the townhouse as he approaches the vehicle from a respectable distance.]
< You can float, correct? >
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[He doesn't look as pleased at the question. Insinuating it's pointless? It's the principle of the thing! and also the fact his powers dont' exactly come free... but shh.
He glances back to his bike, clearly proud of it.]
I can float that, too, if I want.
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< If it helps. >
[Back to serious ghost stuff.]
< So ghosts are supposed to live in this kind of place... >
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[In all honesty, Tetsuo didn't like thinking about ghosts. As a kid, he'd grown up surrounded by the ruins of a dead metropolis, left shattered and scattered around into lifeless rubble. Nothing grew out there. Nothing lived out there. The kids sometimes talked about wild shrines and angry gods; things that would wash all of Neo Tokyo away on the next storm and there was nothing they could do about it.
Tetsuo'd pretty quickly abandoned any interest in the supernatural until the accident for his own sanity. There's no such thing as ghosts, or youkai, or anything like that. If there ever was, they died with most of Japan.
His reflex now is adamant skepticism. Even knowing what he does now, having met some youkai, having the powers he does....]
Whatever. You wanna get this over with or what?
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[To Mewtwo, there wasn't a spiritual element to ghosts. Ghosts were mostly just pokemon that looked strange and had odd abilities. Some ghosts maybe lived a life as different pokemon in the past, but that was the extent of the whole life/death divide for him.
He never considered the idea of people's souls, even though he associated with a so-called necromancer. Ah well, up to the front door he floats.
Mewtwo doesn't bother using his hands for jimmying the door open. Once he gets it to swing open, he finds the insides rather abandoned, musty. Looks more average compared to the outside of the house, considering. Strange. Oh well, the ghosts were inside somewhere.]
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It's pretty much nothing. It's not haunted, totally. No such thing.]
Yeah, yeah. We'll find your 'truth'.
[Mewtwo is huge compared to him; he can't exactly see over his shoulder. But he doesn't figure he needs to. It's just a decrepit house. He'll wander in after, looking around with a very intentionally bored expression, viewing the whole affair like the waste of time he knows it is.]
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Someone get out the pokeradar.He already can tell Tetsuo has no enthusiasm for this kind of thing. It's what makes him more determined to find any kind of ghosts in this dilapidated abandoned townhouse.]
< Obviously they won't be around the entrance. We better go upstairs. >
[He finally casts off his human guise once in what must have been the living room.]
< Ghost types tend to be reclusive. >
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[He reaches out, knocking a fist against the hall wall. Ancient wallpaper shudders under his hand, peeling further. Tetsuo casually peels more of it off, discarding it helpfully onto the floor. For an abandoned house, it's more devoid of debris than he's used to. Most places like this attract people like him - who he used to be, anyway. Here, he doesn't see so much as a discarded aluminum can, let alone the used needles or other signs of filth he'd expect.]
No trash... no graffiti? No one really hangs out here, huh.
[Which would make sense, if it was haunted. Not that it is.]
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< There must be something here. What do ghosts look like in your world? >
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[It's at this point that doubt starts to creep into the back of his mind. Mewtwo's like him - psychic, and very good at being psychic. He had this down long before Tetsuo could stand a chance against him.
He seems very certain about finding SOMEthing here. What do you know, Tetsuo has to fight down the urge to ask. You know something...?
With a slowly renewed interest, he starts searching too - scanning the ceiling, the walls, heading closer to the stairs...]
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[He's already floating off beyond the living room, off into the next room which may have been a kitchen at some point.
Sometimes it's just a matter of lucky in finding these things.]
< There are some like haunter and gengar that can paralyze with a lick of their tongue. >
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Tch. Get hold of yourself, he chides himself. You're not scared.
You're not!
He looks forward, but there's a weird feeling he's got now, like something's maybe here. That can't be true. Nothing is, it's too clean.]
Gross. Like anyone's dumb enough to let something like that lick them anyway.
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Except.
He hadn't seen ghosts in this world. What were ghosts like? And not many mentioned them here so...it's either nonexistent or vastly different. Like the imposingly heavy quiet in this house. Like something muffling it.]
< They're quick enough to induce paralysis. Some are said to carry away humans into the air, from what I heard. >
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[Normal human, he is not. He knows his strength at least, and paralyzed? Hah, he's fought paralyzed before, that doesn't stop him.
See, nothing to be uneasy about- then the house creaks, settling on uneven foundation with a deep, dry groan of ancient wood pressed past its limits. Tetsuo stiffens, turning around again to inspect his surroundings. Nothing.]