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A Shadow, an Eon, and a Worm (Worm/Pokemon)
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It's... what?!
- Location
- England, Smugsville.
It's amazing what you can do when you have a phone and a twenty minute train journey... I blame you for this.
"Alright people, talk to me." Piggot demanded, storming into the heavily shielded observation deck. "What am I looking at here?"
The object in question was a large crystalline structure, a very light blue colour, that was sitting in the centre of the high security hazard lab below. Due to its strange properties, the only things working on it were drones, provided by Dragon as the person who'd found it for them and identified it as a possible problem, and being remotely controlled by her and Armsmaster as they dissected the thing and put it in for tests, directed in turn by the veritable horde of scientists and other lab techs who had been called in to try and figure out what it was.
The nearest tech, Jenkins according to his tag, turned to her from the computer readout he was examining. "As far as we can tell, Director, the crystal substance is incredibly tough; even Armsmaster's Tinkertech can barely make a dent in it, but we've managed to run some tests on the small shavings we've gotten. It's definitely some kind of crystal, though we're still not certain exactly what, since the structure of the thing doesn't match up to anything we've tried it against so far, and neither does the density, the durability, anything like that. A complete mystery substance, though it'd be incredible as a defensive material if it wasn't for the... side effects... it has."
"Yes, yes, all well and good, but what is it?" Piggot snapped. "The damn thing was obviously left behind by Leviathan, and I want to know if it's some kind if weird trap the Simurgh's somehow managed to set up, or if it's something we can use."
The monitor behind them beeped, and Jenkins looked back to read the report that had just come up- well, she assumed it was a report. With all the technobable in there it could've been a pizza order for all she knew.
"Oh, that's interesting..." Jenkins muttered. "It seems to be some kind of remnant waste produced from the creature."
The Director's brain screeched to a halt, then started up again after a few moments of confused protest.
"I... excuse me?" She snapped. "Are you telling me that that," she waved down at the crystal, still being slowly taken apart, "Is basically Endbringer shit?!"
"It... looks like it, Ma'am." He agreed nervously. "The... the techs are still doing work on it, but that looks to be the most accurate result."
He was slowly edging away.
Piggot spent another few minutes staring blankly at the blue crystal, then very deliberately turned around and started banging her head against the wall.
"Maybe they'll find out that they were wrong, Ma'am?" Jenkins tried.
"God I hope so." She murmured acidicly. "Because being known as the Director who arranged for testing on Endbringer shit is not something I really want added to my accolades."
"Alright people, talk to me." Piggot demanded, storming into the heavily shielded observation deck. "What am I looking at here?"
The object in question was a large crystalline structure, a very light blue colour, that was sitting in the centre of the high security hazard lab below. Due to its strange properties, the only things working on it were drones, provided by Dragon as the person who'd found it for them and identified it as a possible problem, and being remotely controlled by her and Armsmaster as they dissected the thing and put it in for tests, directed in turn by the veritable horde of scientists and other lab techs who had been called in to try and figure out what it was.
The nearest tech, Jenkins according to his tag, turned to her from the computer readout he was examining. "As far as we can tell, Director, the crystal substance is incredibly tough; even Armsmaster's Tinkertech can barely make a dent in it, but we've managed to run some tests on the small shavings we've gotten. It's definitely some kind of crystal, though we're still not certain exactly what, since the structure of the thing doesn't match up to anything we've tried it against so far, and neither does the density, the durability, anything like that. A complete mystery substance, though it'd be incredible as a defensive material if it wasn't for the... side effects... it has."
"Yes, yes, all well and good, but what is it?" Piggot snapped. "The damn thing was obviously left behind by Leviathan, and I want to know if it's some kind if weird trap the Simurgh's somehow managed to set up, or if it's something we can use."
The monitor behind them beeped, and Jenkins looked back to read the report that had just come up- well, she assumed it was a report. With all the technobable in there it could've been a pizza order for all she knew.
"Oh, that's interesting..." Jenkins muttered. "It seems to be some kind of remnant waste produced from the creature."
The Director's brain screeched to a halt, then started up again after a few moments of confused protest.
"I... excuse me?" She snapped. "Are you telling me that that," she waved down at the crystal, still being slowly taken apart, "Is basically Endbringer shit?!"
"It... looks like it, Ma'am." He agreed nervously. "The... the techs are still doing work on it, but that looks to be the most accurate result."
He was slowly edging away.
Piggot spent another few minutes staring blankly at the blue crystal, then very deliberately turned around and started banging her head against the wall.
"Maybe they'll find out that they were wrong, Ma'am?" Jenkins tried.
"God I hope so." She murmured acidicly. "Because being known as the Director who arranged for testing on Endbringer shit is not something I really want added to my accolades."
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Exchange Of Psychic Might
- Location
- Koszalin, Poland
I kind of promised to post this… long time ago. So here it is. Pretty much an omake, where MewTwo shows up to The Simurgh fight, and the end result ends up with a pretty grim realization. For Earth-Bet that is. Feel free to point out any mistakes, or potential changes.
Omake: Exchange Of Psychic Might
Earth-Bet parahuman population knows this drill to this point well. They gather for Endbringer fights, many of them die, many times they lose to protect their objective, and they move on. It's a very grim representation how this looks like, but this is how it is.
Something changed since last time. True, some fights ended up with fewer casualties than expected, but they always left that feeling of helplessness. Resignation. Lack of hope. But with two new unexpected players, last time it changed. Eon and Shadow... had the potential to change the situation. And from what they gathered together, there was more of them. And come from a world where creatures, no people is a more polite terminology, come from. Maybe if they had access to their resources as well humanity could start fighting back.
Legend sighed inside his mind. He was tired, and kind of helpless these days. But the ray of hope showed up, and this time hopefully something would change for the better again.
If it was possible that is. They were about to confront The Simurgh. The worst one of them all. Someone who specialized in destroying hope. The Hope Killer.
But something was off this time around. Although with The Simurgh of all options this was pretty much the default feeling. You couldn't outsmart, or out predict her. It was her, or rather, its bread and butter. Perfect precog. Maybe…
No, they needed to fight till the end. Their duty. But seeing The Hope Killer being here instead of Behemoth, which according to their own schedule should be the one they needed to confront in New Delhi, screamed a warning in his head.
"It has been a while, Legend. Although I wish we would meet in less grim circumstances." The smooth, and calm voice of silver furred kitsune break out Legend out of his thoughts, and he sent him his trademark polite smile. Even if he wished to simply sigh, and return to his husband.
"It's nice to meet you as well Eon. And you two Shadow, Swarm."
Swarm calmly nodded, while Shadow with her pretty characteristic cheerful smile, greeted him as well. Legend suspected she wanted to add more, but the overall pretty grim atmosphere made even her hold back for a bit. There wasn't a lot of time left, so he was about to start his speech when few meters away a portal opened up.
"Hoopla sent us some help! At last"
"Hoopa." Exasperated, but also clearly happy with the situation, answered the young kitsune protege. Although when he noticed who left the portal, Eon bowed his head slightly, in a clear show of respect.
Which brought interesting reactions out of some people. Lung one the most noticeable, someone who again decided to participate in Endbringer fight, when previously he never did. Wariness, worry, and some shock were pretty clear in his body language. Reports mentioned that Lung deeply respected Eon and Shadow, most likely based on the myth they both represented or picked on purpose to give them some advantage. So in this case, if someone he respected, showed the same kind of attention to someone they considered very likely their superior, it was a pretty worrying sight by itself. Or it could be an edge they so desperately needed for this confrontation. Although at this point it was clear Eon and Shadow are genuine in their help, so it should be at least one less worry to think about.
Eon, Shadow, and… Swarm. It's nice to meet you. And you as well, ladies and gentlemen.
Some surprised looks and nervous reactions were understandable. Because the sudden feeling of hearing voices in your head was very unnerving. Telepathy was supposed to be one of the things parahumans should never have access to, and this being clearly proved otherwise. Eon, in return, smiled politely, and greeted most likely one of his superiors?
"It's nice to see you as well, MewTwo, sir." He calmly stated back, while continued. "Also… people aren't used to telepathy in these parts, as the only being suspected of using it in this world is the opponent we are about to fight."
Apologies. But this is the only way I can communicate. I'm a mute otherwise. Anyway, I promise to not do anything aggressive with it. Also no need to be so formal Eon. We're comrades. I'm simply a MewTwo between us.
"It's alright. It simply startled us, Mr. MewTwo. We are glad that you showed up to assist us in the incoming confrontation." Legend interrupted, as the one who always brought out hope, and peace to people in tense situations.
There was simply… something unnerving about this being. The alien look, very confident, above us kind of body language if it made sense. MewTwo radiated power and unshakable confidence. But it was also clear from his experience that a very clearly powerful telepath was a very hardened battle veteran. His body language screamed it to everyone around, and something in his look… sent goosebumps in his spine. It was a worrying feeling, as he was a hardened veteran himself. Fear is something he still knew well but never allowed it to affect him in the end.
No worries, I know The Simurgh is supposed to be a very powerful telepath, and telekinetic, so sending someone like me only makes sense. Plus I wanted to meet your new teammate as well. It's nice to meet you, Swarm.
"It's nice to meet you as well MewTwo. Eon and Shadow had lots of good world about your world, and one day I would love to visit it." Swarm greeted MewTwo back, the most relaxed, and confident of them all. In a way, he was envious of how easily she adapted. Or rather how she never felt uncomfortable with this presence. Legend guessed that this is how much she trusted Eon and Shadow. And anything connected to their world. Plus their PRT files have mentioned that she is supposed to be a pretty confident, and calm one. This also brought to him a realization about his own teammates… and it wasn't a nice feeling.
I know they have lots of good things to tell about you. And it's good to see how much they trust, and they trust you in return. In our organization, we always appreciated this kind of deep camaraderie. And it's good to see you working with us so well.
Swarm straightened her back and rose her chin up a bit, clearly satisfied with the praise, with the way her body language suggested. He wasn't as good as Rebecca at reading it, obviously, but he was pretty experienced in reading other people as well.
He observed everyone around, and there were a lot fewer nervous reactions around than he expected at this point. MewTwo proved himself to be a pretty reasonable, and calm individual, which affected everyone. Although when a flash of anger, that he barely missed, showed up on MewTwo's face when his look dropped on Alexandria and Eidolon, left him worried.
He floated calmly and levitated in front of us. David and Rebecca stiffened slightly but didn't react. Legend also noticed how David's fists… clenched, but he in the end didn't react. MewTwo was a very unnerving presence, alright.
Only four of us may hear my voice now.
The voice in the head sounded calm, but there was… a dangerous edge that brought out that earlier feeling of alarm, danger.
I will keep it short. I see what you represent Cauldron employees. Sigh… yet another hidden organization with hidden, questionable methods. And I find some of your methods… repulsive.
How dare you…
I dare, Eidolon because, in the end, this is a dangerous world. I was sent here to both help it out, but also protect some of my subordinates. And I see that you, as humans say, hide lots of skeletons in your closet. I don't like it. You see… humans created me, to use me as a superweapon, to satisfy their lust for domination. It REALLY offended me on a personal level. I made them pay a heavy price for their impertinence. Permanent one.
Legend slowly realized what they deal with, and with hesitation wanted to prepare for something aggressive, but Mewtwo raised his hand slowly in his direction, clearly not bothered with any potential hostile answer.
No worries, Legend. You knew about them, but still have no idea what they really did. And you will be there for the incoming discussion, which we will have. Whether they like it or not.
I don't think this is the best way to convince us to do it.
It's not, Rebecca Costa-Brown. And I read it from the mind of your… comrade. Strangely I can't read yours, which is fascinating by itself. It's like a static, a void, I simply can't get into. Maybe with time, I would be able to, but I'm here to also play a peacemaker.
You don't do the best job clearly.
I'm not… the most diplomatic sort, really, Eidolon. But if something out there is powerful enough to threaten the safety of the world I come from as well, then I will do what is necessary to protect it. No matter what. And many of your actions offend me on a personal level.
"The Simurgh incoming!"
MewTwo quickly turned around, floated in the air, and summoned a massive… spoon, that suddenly released a massive amount of energy, that turned into a barrier made of something resembling a hard light. A massive building struck it with no visible effect. And the unnerving presence of Hope Killer was strangely… static, unmoving. Like she tried to find something in us, in our souls. The Simurgh was also such an unnerving opponent to face.
"I apologize for MewTwo. He is deep down a good person, but can be… intense at times."
"It's alright Eon. MewTwo simply exchanged some pleasantries with us." Eon raised his eyebrow slightly but quickly return to his position, preparing something for the incoming battle. Even if something told him, that something big was coming. Something that would change the situation. Not sure if for better or for worse.
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MewTwo, behind the barrier, stared at the opponent with a cool, calm gaze. He was still angry, but it wasn't the time for it. Powerful Pokemon casually blocked the first strike, although it surprised him that something with such a powerful psychic might bothered to do it with a building, instead of doing something personally.
Because he needed to admit it, it's been ages since he faced something that strong. Building cracked on his barrier, but what surprised him that in fact, some cracks followed the impact. Powerful telekinetic force, although he had a feeling The Simurgh was holding back. Just like himself to be fair, but he actually cares about collateral damage, and the potential impact of a fight escalating to the level both of them could go into.
But The Simurgh should not have any reasons to hold back. Especially with her pretty grim reputation. And there was something off here. MewTwo could read her thoughts, but they felt… fake. No, it wasn't the right word. They felt artificial.
Ah, clearly a genderless type. Or something similar to it. Some Pokemon like Melmetal or Bronzong felt similar on a telepathic level. They were clearly sapient, but there was something, that held them back from presenting things like emotional impact or empathy, more biological creatures are capable of showing.
But they still presented some sort of… living body language. Some genuine reactions, hidden microexpressions, clearly defined complex thoughts. MewTwo felt nothing like this here. Even something like a Genesect felt more natural. The Simurgh felt like a… robot. Something far more, and less complex than AI. Both far bigger, and smaller. Simurgh had her own agenda, he felt it, but couldn't clearly express it. Like being… shackled, imprisoned, if it made sense.
[QUERY]
Interesting. She could communicate with him. What an interesting way to do it. One word, and could express so many things at once. Fascinating…
Do you understand me?
[CONFIRMATION]
Even more interesting. So it was possible to be talked and reasoned with. Hopefully. But why was she acting this way? Why did she stop after the first attack? Or it was because… MewTwo needed some confirmation.
Why are you attacking? What is your objective?
[PROGRAMMING]
Programming? Was she forced into it? Was it a ruse? She clearly tried to penetrate his current defenses, and on a telekinetic level, he felt the air around them 'cracking' them, clearly showing the exchange. And she wasn't doing it, MewTwo felt that being completely on defense would be a bad idea. More cracks showed up on the barrier, and it felt like… she was trying to resist? No, it was a bit too liberate, too calculated. Were his instincts wrong?
[DESIST]
MewTwo was about to reinforce the barrier when Eidolon showed up and used some unknown green… wave of power almost hit the Simurgh, but she dodged it without issues.
When he wanted to join the fight, Legend showed up near him.
"What's going in? Why was she so passive?"
I can communicate with her, telepathically.
The shocked look on his face and more tense body language on Alexandria's were visible to someone with senses as sharp as his, even if she tried to hide it.
"What did she say." No nonsense voice of Alexandria instantly made MewTwo report back. This wasn't the time for idle chit chat after all.
She doesn't feel alive, and somewhat she is. Her language is very basic, and yet complex. A creature of contradictions. But mentioned 'programming'. Like she was designed for… this.
"Someone… created her. Are you certain?" Rebecca's voice echoed around, and he nodded.
I suspect you think that someone created her, like those people you call tinkers. Impossible. She's too complex of a creature, this I know. I can't read her fully, and she can't do it to me as well. It's a psychic impasse. Something far more… deadly. Powerful, like a god. But why would someone do it like this, and why leave such… limited instructions? Why not keep her going for as long as possible?
Legend gulped because those questions were pretty spot on. Why Endbringers attacked periodically, and why they bothered to stop? If they wanted to simply… destroy, no one could stop them.
MewTwo realized it as well. Unless… an error showed up in programming. That something hijacked the connection? Was it possible?
Future Sight…
Vision blurred. An incredible confrontation started to shatter everything around. Many Pokemon, and parahumans fought valiantly together. Massive Golden Man called Scion with a look of raw fury tried to blast everything around. Some blocked, some fell under his might. When Eidolon showed up, and wanted to attack him, Scion simply stated, with that deep voice, and possibly for the first time ever used something resembling human speech.
You Needed Worthy Opponents.
MewTwo opened his eyes again, and with a realization, his eyes moved towards Eidolon, who was smacked back towards yet another building. The Simurgh for the first time in that battle smiled. It was both strangely genuine, and do unnatural on a being infamous for such cruelty. Was that… the answer? Was his Future Sight wrong? Could he… risk not acting on it? Was he played? Did he… underestimate her?
"What's going on?" He ignored the voice of Legend and instantly teleported towards the Eidolon. He… felt it. Something dimensionally displaced. Just visible enough for him to detect. Hoopa or Palkia would be better for this kind of job, but he learned enough from observing them know how to use his telekinesis to affect things dimensionally in some limited fashion. But the telekinetic component was also there, something MewTwo was really good with instead.
Eidolon slowly stood up, and with anger, and surprise turned to MewTwo.
I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. You really had no idea. That you and Endbringers were connected to each other. Sleep well.
With a thought, MewTwo released his trademark Psystrike, almost invisible, towards the hero who could summon any power, and like that he dropped unconscious. When he turned around, Simurgh simply stopped, and a few seconds later started to fly up, clearly moving towards outer space. Unchained. And possibly free. When a very familiar portal opened up in the sky and disappeared most likely in his home dimension… everything turned into an uproar.
Shouts, accusations, happy thoughts, uproar, shock, and several other reactions almost bombarded his mind, but he ignored them. Because this mess was about to become that much more complicated...
Omake: Exchange Of Psychic Might
Earth-Bet parahuman population knows this drill to this point well. They gather for Endbringer fights, many of them die, many times they lose to protect their objective, and they move on. It's a very grim representation how this looks like, but this is how it is.
Something changed since last time. True, some fights ended up with fewer casualties than expected, but they always left that feeling of helplessness. Resignation. Lack of hope. But with two new unexpected players, last time it changed. Eon and Shadow... had the potential to change the situation. And from what they gathered together, there was more of them. And come from a world where creatures, no people is a more polite terminology, come from. Maybe if they had access to their resources as well humanity could start fighting back.
Legend sighed inside his mind. He was tired, and kind of helpless these days. But the ray of hope showed up, and this time hopefully something would change for the better again.
If it was possible that is. They were about to confront The Simurgh. The worst one of them all. Someone who specialized in destroying hope. The Hope Killer.
But something was off this time around. Although with The Simurgh of all options this was pretty much the default feeling. You couldn't outsmart, or out predict her. It was her, or rather, its bread and butter. Perfect precog. Maybe…
No, they needed to fight till the end. Their duty. But seeing The Hope Killer being here instead of Behemoth, which according to their own schedule should be the one they needed to confront in New Delhi, screamed a warning in his head.
"It has been a while, Legend. Although I wish we would meet in less grim circumstances." The smooth, and calm voice of silver furred kitsune break out Legend out of his thoughts, and he sent him his trademark polite smile. Even if he wished to simply sigh, and return to his husband.
"It's nice to meet you as well Eon. And you two Shadow, Swarm."
Swarm calmly nodded, while Shadow with her pretty characteristic cheerful smile, greeted him as well. Legend suspected she wanted to add more, but the overall pretty grim atmosphere made even her hold back for a bit. There wasn't a lot of time left, so he was about to start his speech when few meters away a portal opened up.
"Hoopla sent us some help! At last"
"Hoopa." Exasperated, but also clearly happy with the situation, answered the young kitsune protege. Although when he noticed who left the portal, Eon bowed his head slightly, in a clear show of respect.
Which brought interesting reactions out of some people. Lung one the most noticeable, someone who again decided to participate in Endbringer fight, when previously he never did. Wariness, worry, and some shock were pretty clear in his body language. Reports mentioned that Lung deeply respected Eon and Shadow, most likely based on the myth they both represented or picked on purpose to give them some advantage. So in this case, if someone he respected, showed the same kind of attention to someone they considered very likely their superior, it was a pretty worrying sight by itself. Or it could be an edge they so desperately needed for this confrontation. Although at this point it was clear Eon and Shadow are genuine in their help, so it should be at least one less worry to think about.
Eon, Shadow, and… Swarm. It's nice to meet you. And you as well, ladies and gentlemen.
Some surprised looks and nervous reactions were understandable. Because the sudden feeling of hearing voices in your head was very unnerving. Telepathy was supposed to be one of the things parahumans should never have access to, and this being clearly proved otherwise. Eon, in return, smiled politely, and greeted most likely one of his superiors?
"It's nice to see you as well, MewTwo, sir." He calmly stated back, while continued. "Also… people aren't used to telepathy in these parts, as the only being suspected of using it in this world is the opponent we are about to fight."
Apologies. But this is the only way I can communicate. I'm a mute otherwise. Anyway, I promise to not do anything aggressive with it. Also no need to be so formal Eon. We're comrades. I'm simply a MewTwo between us.
"It's alright. It simply startled us, Mr. MewTwo. We are glad that you showed up to assist us in the incoming confrontation." Legend interrupted, as the one who always brought out hope, and peace to people in tense situations.
There was simply… something unnerving about this being. The alien look, very confident, above us kind of body language if it made sense. MewTwo radiated power and unshakable confidence. But it was also clear from his experience that a very clearly powerful telepath was a very hardened battle veteran. His body language screamed it to everyone around, and something in his look… sent goosebumps in his spine. It was a worrying feeling, as he was a hardened veteran himself. Fear is something he still knew well but never allowed it to affect him in the end.
No worries, I know The Simurgh is supposed to be a very powerful telepath, and telekinetic, so sending someone like me only makes sense. Plus I wanted to meet your new teammate as well. It's nice to meet you, Swarm.
"It's nice to meet you as well MewTwo. Eon and Shadow had lots of good world about your world, and one day I would love to visit it." Swarm greeted MewTwo back, the most relaxed, and confident of them all. In a way, he was envious of how easily she adapted. Or rather how she never felt uncomfortable with this presence. Legend guessed that this is how much she trusted Eon and Shadow. And anything connected to their world. Plus their PRT files have mentioned that she is supposed to be a pretty confident, and calm one. This also brought to him a realization about his own teammates… and it wasn't a nice feeling.
I know they have lots of good things to tell about you. And it's good to see how much they trust, and they trust you in return. In our organization, we always appreciated this kind of deep camaraderie. And it's good to see you working with us so well.
Swarm straightened her back and rose her chin up a bit, clearly satisfied with the praise, with the way her body language suggested. He wasn't as good as Rebecca at reading it, obviously, but he was pretty experienced in reading other people as well.
He observed everyone around, and there were a lot fewer nervous reactions around than he expected at this point. MewTwo proved himself to be a pretty reasonable, and calm individual, which affected everyone. Although when a flash of anger, that he barely missed, showed up on MewTwo's face when his look dropped on Alexandria and Eidolon, left him worried.
He floated calmly and levitated in front of us. David and Rebecca stiffened slightly but didn't react. Legend also noticed how David's fists… clenched, but he in the end didn't react. MewTwo was a very unnerving presence, alright.
Only four of us may hear my voice now.
The voice in the head sounded calm, but there was… a dangerous edge that brought out that earlier feeling of alarm, danger.
I will keep it short. I see what you represent Cauldron employees. Sigh… yet another hidden organization with hidden, questionable methods. And I find some of your methods… repulsive.
How dare you…
I dare, Eidolon because, in the end, this is a dangerous world. I was sent here to both help it out, but also protect some of my subordinates. And I see that you, as humans say, hide lots of skeletons in your closet. I don't like it. You see… humans created me, to use me as a superweapon, to satisfy their lust for domination. It REALLY offended me on a personal level. I made them pay a heavy price for their impertinence. Permanent one.
Legend slowly realized what they deal with, and with hesitation wanted to prepare for something aggressive, but Mewtwo raised his hand slowly in his direction, clearly not bothered with any potential hostile answer.
No worries, Legend. You knew about them, but still have no idea what they really did. And you will be there for the incoming discussion, which we will have. Whether they like it or not.
I don't think this is the best way to convince us to do it.
It's not, Rebecca Costa-Brown. And I read it from the mind of your… comrade. Strangely I can't read yours, which is fascinating by itself. It's like a static, a void, I simply can't get into. Maybe with time, I would be able to, but I'm here to also play a peacemaker.
You don't do the best job clearly.
I'm not… the most diplomatic sort, really, Eidolon. But if something out there is powerful enough to threaten the safety of the world I come from as well, then I will do what is necessary to protect it. No matter what. And many of your actions offend me on a personal level.
"The Simurgh incoming!"
MewTwo quickly turned around, floated in the air, and summoned a massive… spoon, that suddenly released a massive amount of energy, that turned into a barrier made of something resembling a hard light. A massive building struck it with no visible effect. And the unnerving presence of Hope Killer was strangely… static, unmoving. Like she tried to find something in us, in our souls. The Simurgh was also such an unnerving opponent to face.
"I apologize for MewTwo. He is deep down a good person, but can be… intense at times."
"It's alright Eon. MewTwo simply exchanged some pleasantries with us." Eon raised his eyebrow slightly but quickly return to his position, preparing something for the incoming battle. Even if something told him, that something big was coming. Something that would change the situation. Not sure if for better or for worse.
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MewTwo, behind the barrier, stared at the opponent with a cool, calm gaze. He was still angry, but it wasn't the time for it. Powerful Pokemon casually blocked the first strike, although it surprised him that something with such a powerful psychic might bothered to do it with a building, instead of doing something personally.
Because he needed to admit it, it's been ages since he faced something that strong. Building cracked on his barrier, but what surprised him that in fact, some cracks followed the impact. Powerful telekinetic force, although he had a feeling The Simurgh was holding back. Just like himself to be fair, but he actually cares about collateral damage, and the potential impact of a fight escalating to the level both of them could go into.
But The Simurgh should not have any reasons to hold back. Especially with her pretty grim reputation. And there was something off here. MewTwo could read her thoughts, but they felt… fake. No, it wasn't the right word. They felt artificial.
Ah, clearly a genderless type. Or something similar to it. Some Pokemon like Melmetal or Bronzong felt similar on a telepathic level. They were clearly sapient, but there was something, that held them back from presenting things like emotional impact or empathy, more biological creatures are capable of showing.
But they still presented some sort of… living body language. Some genuine reactions, hidden microexpressions, clearly defined complex thoughts. MewTwo felt nothing like this here. Even something like a Genesect felt more natural. The Simurgh felt like a… robot. Something far more, and less complex than AI. Both far bigger, and smaller. Simurgh had her own agenda, he felt it, but couldn't clearly express it. Like being… shackled, imprisoned, if it made sense.
[QUERY]
Interesting. She could communicate with him. What an interesting way to do it. One word, and could express so many things at once. Fascinating…
Do you understand me?
[CONFIRMATION]
Even more interesting. So it was possible to be talked and reasoned with. Hopefully. But why was she acting this way? Why did she stop after the first attack? Or it was because… MewTwo needed some confirmation.
Why are you attacking? What is your objective?
[PROGRAMMING]
Programming? Was she forced into it? Was it a ruse? She clearly tried to penetrate his current defenses, and on a telekinetic level, he felt the air around them 'cracking' them, clearly showing the exchange. And she wasn't doing it, MewTwo felt that being completely on defense would be a bad idea. More cracks showed up on the barrier, and it felt like… she was trying to resist? No, it was a bit too liberate, too calculated. Were his instincts wrong?
[DESIST]
MewTwo was about to reinforce the barrier when Eidolon showed up and used some unknown green… wave of power almost hit the Simurgh, but she dodged it without issues.
When he wanted to join the fight, Legend showed up near him.
"What's going in? Why was she so passive?"
I can communicate with her, telepathically.
The shocked look on his face and more tense body language on Alexandria's were visible to someone with senses as sharp as his, even if she tried to hide it.
"What did she say." No nonsense voice of Alexandria instantly made MewTwo report back. This wasn't the time for idle chit chat after all.
She doesn't feel alive, and somewhat she is. Her language is very basic, and yet complex. A creature of contradictions. But mentioned 'programming'. Like she was designed for… this.
"Someone… created her. Are you certain?" Rebecca's voice echoed around, and he nodded.
I suspect you think that someone created her, like those people you call tinkers. Impossible. She's too complex of a creature, this I know. I can't read her fully, and she can't do it to me as well. It's a psychic impasse. Something far more… deadly. Powerful, like a god. But why would someone do it like this, and why leave such… limited instructions? Why not keep her going for as long as possible?
Legend gulped because those questions were pretty spot on. Why Endbringers attacked periodically, and why they bothered to stop? If they wanted to simply… destroy, no one could stop them.
MewTwo realized it as well. Unless… an error showed up in programming. That something hijacked the connection? Was it possible?
Future Sight…
Vision blurred. An incredible confrontation started to shatter everything around. Many Pokemon, and parahumans fought valiantly together. Massive Golden Man called Scion with a look of raw fury tried to blast everything around. Some blocked, some fell under his might. When Eidolon showed up, and wanted to attack him, Scion simply stated, with that deep voice, and possibly for the first time ever used something resembling human speech.
You Needed Worthy Opponents.
MewTwo opened his eyes again, and with a realization, his eyes moved towards Eidolon, who was smacked back towards yet another building. The Simurgh for the first time in that battle smiled. It was both strangely genuine, and do unnatural on a being infamous for such cruelty. Was that… the answer? Was his Future Sight wrong? Could he… risk not acting on it? Was he played? Did he… underestimate her?
"What's going on?" He ignored the voice of Legend and instantly teleported towards the Eidolon. He… felt it. Something dimensionally displaced. Just visible enough for him to detect. Hoopa or Palkia would be better for this kind of job, but he learned enough from observing them know how to use his telekinesis to affect things dimensionally in some limited fashion. But the telekinetic component was also there, something MewTwo was really good with instead.
Eidolon slowly stood up, and with anger, and surprise turned to MewTwo.
I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. You really had no idea. That you and Endbringers were connected to each other. Sleep well.
With a thought, MewTwo released his trademark Psystrike, almost invisible, towards the hero who could summon any power, and like that he dropped unconscious. When he turned around, Simurgh simply stopped, and a few seconds later started to fly up, clearly moving towards outer space. Unchained. And possibly free. When a very familiar portal opened up in the sky and disappeared most likely in his home dimension… everything turned into an uproar.
Shouts, accusations, happy thoughts, uproar, shock, and several other reactions almost bombarded his mind, but he ignored them. Because this mess was about to become that much more complicated...
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