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[ooc: Yes I read it! ❤ I’ve read the entire thread up to now haha 😀 She’s doing a good job = v = Poor baby Mewtwo though. My muse is even more angry about Team Rocket now.]

((Aaaa thank you for reading it! Me and BabuTwo were planning it for months and we’re so happy to finally be able to RP it! I’m glad she’s doing a good job yus >u</

And yeh, BabuTwo is going to be absolutely spoiled by the time they heal up tbh. Laughs Mewtwo can visit them if they want! The fact that Rebecca’s got like a cot in the corner means she’ll probably be asleep when they visit pfft.))

notjustacopy:

to: retiredforeignmaster

Mewtwo listened to her descriptions carefully, although they provided little useful pieces of information, just as she had tried to tell him before. Bubbles, orange, a desk… he had seen a place similiar to this with his own eyes. These images still haunted him in his dreams from time to time and as much as he hated to think of them and everything they stood for, he could never quite forget about them. And yet, it was simply impossible for this lab to be the same as the one he had been created in. This one, his place of “birth”, was no more, long gone, remaining nothing but a piece of unknown history. But then, who else could be behind all of this? Who else could have an interest in repeating this experiment?

With such pressuring questions on his mind, his attention for the human and its injury fell short as he halfheartedly listened to her explanation. Sure, he had asked her for it, but it had been in hopes to gain more clues that would help him with finding these scientists. He generally didn’t understand the concept of chitchat, nor did he feel a need to ever participate in it. Sadly though all of this effort had proven to be nothing more but another dead end. So in the end, there was only one option left, one he actually deeply hated.

“While I cannot help you with your hand, human”, he finally answered her through telepathy, “I have decided to stay with you until that other .. ‘Mewtwo’ … reveals itself once more.” That was more than she deserved but for the time being it was his best bet to actually see if what she was speaking was the truth. His eyes narrowed menacingly though as he added harshly “Do not dare think however that I will fight for you or be one of your Pokémon.”

“S’alright, don’t worry about my hand. Cheri juice burns generally have to heal on their own, provided I put burn salve on it in the morning.”

Rebecca carefully rewrapped her hand and looked surprised at that last part.

“I actually wasn’t going to ask that. What I was going to ask is if you prefer a normal bed or a futon. I’m a retired trainer actually. I only battle when I’m called in. And the balls I carry are backups for my team, just in case theirs are broken.”

She then looked thoughtful, wincing just slightly as she put her bandaged hand over her mouth to think.

“I can do research as to possible locations the little one could have teleported back to. Wherever they are, the electricity and water usage has got to be through the roof.”

“If you’d like, I can find the records and you can check them for anything unusual or familiar.”

notjustacopy:

to: retiredforeignmaster

A small, cruel chuckle escaped him when the girl admitted to the faults of the human race. It was true and yet it had been a  human who had taught him the value of life and being alive. Pure irony. Of course she knew nothing of this, and he didn’t plan on letting her know either, making his comment at her appology a little cryptic: “It is amazing how humans can be this  cruel on the one hand, but that kind hearted on the other, even though they always stay foolish throughout.” He wasn’t sure into which category he could put the human in front of him though.

She seemed to be kind, and she claimed that she was the one taking care of this ominous “Mewtwo”, having told him about it in the first place, however, she was a human nevertheless and he had also had his fair share of bad experiences with them before. For the moment though, he believed that she was at least no threat to him. Only time could tell if her intentions were as pure as her first impression. And besides that – she was the only source of information he had regarding this strange other Pokémon she kept talking about.

Therefore he kept pressing for answers, when she downplayed her knowledge: “What do you know though, human? Every piece of information might prove useful in this.” It was then when he noticed that one of her hands was wrapped in bandages, despite her attempt to hide it behind her back quickly. What was she saying? Something about Cheri berry Juice?  A Small accident? He tilted his head. “You are hurt. What is that accident you speak of?” 

“Sometimes it’s ridiculous how big the difference is.”

“From the flashes I got, all I was seeing was orange, bubbles and some vague outlines of what I can only assume is a desk. It’s not much to go on.”

She twitched at the mention of her injury and pulled her hand out from behind her back, carefully unwrapping the bandages. It looked much like a second degree burn but at the same time not.

“The little Pokemon was helping me pick berries and they didn’t know that they weren’t supposed to squeeze Cheri berries. I managed to get it away from them before it popped so it ended up on my hand. It was an accident and I forgot to tell them not to squeeze so it’s really my fault.”

notjustacopy:

to: retiredforeignmaster

Even though Mewtwo couldn’t bring himself to fully trust the human in front of him, her words seemed to make sense to him and if it really was true what she was saying, these news were disgusting! In a first impulse, rage began to build up inside of him, rage about these humans daring to toy with life once again. He couldn’t allow another creature, let alone one of his own kind, to go through the same crisis he had been dealing with ever since his creation. They deserved so much better. Mewtwo almost felt responsible for them and their safety.

However, as his thoughts continued, other emotions began to grow in him as well. Fear, but also happiness. If there really was another Mewtwo out there, he wouldn’t be alone anymore. But what would this mean for him? Would he feel happier now that he wasn’t the only one anymore? What was it like to have something like a “family” anyway? He pushed these ideas back. What mattered, was that there were scientists out there, messing with Pokémon once again and that they needed to be stopped.

Fully turning around to the human now he looked down at her, while still floating in midair. “If it is true what you say, this is terrible.” His tail moved behind him slowly, showing his infuriation. “Do you humans never learn your lesson?” He spat that out before continuing in a softer, but still stern voice in her head: “Where are these scientists? This need to be put to an end. Whether this Pokémon is like me, or not, I can’t let these people keep on doing their experiments.”

Rebecca had the decency to look ashamed for what her species had done.

“We humans unfortunately are dumb enough to try everything more than once. I just wish I knew which humans were the idiots.”

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She replied in her normal, softer mental voice.

-Unfortunately, they never told me where the facility was. They’ve given me brief flashes but nothing concrete enough to even form a theoretical location. I do apologize deeply for that and I’m doing my absolute best to take care of them, sans a small accident with Cheri berry juice about a week ago.-

She hid her wrapped hand behind her back, her face going a little pink.

notjustacopy:

to: retiredforeignmaster

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Damn, he had been spotted again. It seemed as if the number of encounters he had been having with humans had doubled, maybe even trippled recently. Partly, he cursed his curiousity for it, partly it appeared he simply had grown too careless. Either way, both habits were nuisances he would have to get rid of in the future if he wanted to remain unrecognized. With a swift, elegant movement he turned around, ready to take off into the distance to leave this girl behind for good. However, then she talked and what she was saying had Mewtwo freeze on the spot.
A grown-up version of the Pokémon she took care of.. What was that human speaking about? He was the only one, the only Mewtwo, the only … copy. That was right, as much as he hated it, in the end he was nothing but a copy – and copies could be produced infinitely. And yet, could it really be possible that there had been several attempts to create a clone of Mew? Hadn’t he destroyed all of the Data about his origins, erased all of the participants memories? Even killed them when he had destroyed the laboratory after first awakening? Or … was this the work of an entirely different group of people trying to achieve the same goal perhaps?
Whatever the reason, this human probably was the only one that could give him the answers he was so desperately seeking now. Slowly, he turned his head at the girl, his purple eyes cold as ever. “What are you talking about, human?” He didn’t trust and care for her enough to use her first name yet. “There is no other of my kind. You must be mistaken.”

As she was used to those eyes, seeing them from Zekrom the majority of the time.

“I’m pretty sure the little one I take care of looks like a baby version of you. Same shade of fur, same kind of tail. Though before their powers overloaded, they pretty much floated everywhere.”

The trainer looked thoughtful for a moment before spreading her hands out as if to measure something.

“They were about maybe the size of a Pikachu, maybe a little bigger when they stretched out, remnants of bruises from needles along with evidence of malnutrition due to IV feeding. I’ve been doing my best to take care of them but they didn’t seem to understand that Pokemon experimentation has been illegal and deplorable in the regions for many years now or that how they were treated was wrong.”

notjustacopy started following you

“Huh?”

“You’re… You’re like a grown-up version of a Pokemon I take care of… Oh! Uhm, sorry… that was rude. I’m Rebecca. It’s nice to meet you.”

Well this was a lovely first impression, wasn’t it? At least she put her bag on the ground where the other could see it.