Topic: RPM POKEMON ADVENTURE THING

[Quickman]

(Psst.  Jenny.  Break glass. )

Quickie hadn't slept hardly at all and was up and down most of the night.  When she wasn't tossing and turning or otherwise sacked out in a restless sleep, she was making repeated trips to the bathroom for no real reason, or pacing the hallway outside.  When she was able to, she eventually showered, dressed, and dragged herself to the cafeteria, where she was working on downing her third cup of coffee.  Beside her was her sketchbook, though it was closed.  Beside that was a notebook, where she had spent most of the morning collecting her thoughts and scribbling down a loose outline that contained whatever information she felt would be vital to the case.

Her short green hair, despite a shower, was still somewhat disheveled, and she overall looked like a worn-out tennis shoe.  Quickie took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes, cleaned the lenses, put them back on, and knocked back another bitter swallow of the blackest coffee that she could muster.  As she stared blankly at her notes, she wondered what Mewtwo was doing...


Crammed in a crate, Mewtwo snorted and tried to make some room for himself.  His legs and lower back were beginning to cramp.  The holding cell, albeit small, was far more comfortable, as he could stand up.  This crate, however, was terrible, and he could smell the scents left behind from the other Pokemon that were at one time held inside.  The back corner smelled particularly pungent.

The handlers, shortly after he was transferred, had brought the crate and corralled Mewtwo inside, and he was taken down the hall to another room.  He noted that Ryuta was present, but the handlers did not allow Mewtwo to climb out of the crate, and aside from the door and what little he could see through the small ventilation holes, he couldn't readily tell where he was.  Some room, somewhere, with a sharp chemical smell that reminded him of the exam room in the Pokemon Center, but stronger.

Studying the crate's metal door, Mewtwo located the latching mechanism.  The bars on the door were crisscrossed about an inch apart, and he could fit his fingers through, as he had held onto the door during transport.  Idly, he wondered if he could reach the simple latching mechanism and open the door from the inside...

One of the handlers tapped their prod against the door. "I wouldn't do that if I were you.  Just sit tight, we'll let you out in a bit."

[Dr. Wily II]

After calming herself down, Officer Jenny got off the bed again, and tried to look for something blunt. Finding a convenient metal paperweight, Officer Jenny picked it up, and threw it at the window she tried with earlier. There was a loud thud, but no glass crashing. Officer Jenny fell face-first into the bed again.

"MEWTWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

[White-Jet]

Hierophant wasn't any more of a mess, but he was equally uneasy over how the jury was going to handle the idea of living cards being used in such a city-wide fiasco.  Laying flat on his back with Genbu resting atop his chest, all he could think about was the state and future of the cards that have done nothing more than aide him and whoever he befriends.

Several thoughts were going through his mind as to what the jury intends to do once they figure out who created the cards.  Would they hunt him down and arrest him on counts of assisting in assault and battery, even though his only glaring moment of sin was setting his creation and their vessel out to pasture?  Find Tarot Skitty and its cards hazardous to the environment and the public and demand their immediate destruction?  If that was the case, he would have to corral them back into the Book of Magic and be forced to use the healing and defending methods most familiar in the Pokemon universe.

All that was left for the time being was to wait for Jenny to come by and escort him back to the examination room to begin testing Yan-Yan and see what kind of abilities he could use when held by any animate being.


Ryuta sat near by on a swivel chair, turned around so he was leaning on the backrest in the most unprofessional means of getting comfortable.  His Shiny Eevee and moved up to the top of his head, sprawling his legs along the sides while snoozing from such a long wait and seemingly boring environment.

For some reason he couldn't stop thinking about what Team Rocket was going to do to ensure Mewtwo was going to be returned to them unconditionally.  They obviously weren't going to play fair even with all the evidence that proves Mewtwo was theirs and only they could handle his "raw energy".  And he can already sense several Digletts running loose, making sure the jury tips their hat to Team Rocket no matter what they use.

But there was little he could do to prove this.  Spirit sensing, alone, can't solve everything, and there are so few aware of who was tampering with what to account for his own frustration.  Until he does, his only option was to stay by Mewtwo's side and encourage whatever means won't encourage Team Rocket's scheming search for loopholes or desperate measures.

[Dr. Wily II]

Dr. Wily II didn't get much sleep, he kept having images of devil horns and wings, but had no idea why. Seeing Hierophant resting, he decided to leave the dorm and head for the cafeteria. On the way there, he couldn't help but suddenly feel hopeless, even though Phoenix was here...

Upon reaching the cafeteria, Dr. Wily II saw Quickie by herself, seemingly drowning herself in coffee. "Mind if I join you in coffee drowning?"

[Quickman]

Ryuta sat near by on a swivel chair, turned around so he was leaning on the backrest in the most unprofessional means of getting comfortable.  His Shiny Eevee and moved up to the top of his head, sprawling his legs along the sides while snoozing from such a long wait and seemingly boring environment.

For some reason he couldn't stop thinking about what Team Rocket was going to do to ensure Mewtwo was going to be returned to them unconditionally.  They obviously weren't going to play fair even with all the evidence that proves Mewtwo was theirs and only they could handle his "raw energy".  And he can already sense several Digletts running loose, making sure the jury tips their hat to Team Rocket no matter what they use.

But there was little he could do to prove this.  Spirit sensing, alone, can't solve everything, and there are so few aware of who was tampering with what to account for his own frustration.  Until he does, his only option was to stay by Mewtwo's side and encourage whatever means won't encourage Team Rocket's scheming search for loopholes or desperate measures.

The door to the room opened, Dr. Yeung walking in, followed by a pigtailed Domino, James in his lab coat, and Joe in his disguise.  The disguises weren't fooling Mewtwo, as each carried a very specific scent, though he was surprised to see James among them.  

Yeung smiled at Ryuta and the handlers. "Good morning, sorry about the wait.  I had some things I needed to finish up, but now that we're here, may as well get started."  He swung his arms and clapped his hands together, then looked to the handlers.  "Go ahead and let it out.  I'm just going to examine it and take some blood..."  He walked over to a countertop and grabbed a box of gloves.  Pulling out a pair, he passed the box to Domino, who also pulled out a pair before passing the box to James.  

One of the handlers opened the crate. "Alright, out, out."

After a moment, Mewtwo climbed out and finally stood to his full height.  He took the time to stretch his legs and his back, relieved to be out of the confined space.  If that crate was cramped, he couldn't even begin to imagine how claustrophobic a Poke Ball would be.

Domino pulled on her gloves and moved out of the way as the handlers shoved the crate out of the room.  "We can handle it, you two can go."  On her word, the handlers stepped out into the hall.  

Yeung also had donned his gloves.  "Hop up on the table, if you would, please."  He looked to Ryuta. "If you could be at its head, I'd appreciate it, thanks."  He eyed the sleeping Shiny Eevee for a long moment, before turning his back to them and returning to his work. "Lay on your stomach, and we'll get this bloodwork out of the way."

"We'd also like to question it, too, puddin'," Domino nodded, hastily adopting her Harley persona.

Mewtwo stared at her for a long moment, then finally did as he was told, hauling himself up onto the hard, metal exam table.  He fixed his gaze on Ryuta and isolated his telepathy for a moment. "I would be mindful of your Eevee's welfare, if I were you.  I did not like how that man looked at it."

Dr. Wily II didn't get much sleep, he kept having images of devil horns and wings, but had no idea why. Seeing Hierophant resting, he decided to leave the dorm and head for the cafeteria. On the way there, he couldn't help but suddenly feel hopeless, even though Phoenix was here...

Upon reaching the cafeteria, Dr. Wily II saw Quickie by herself, seemingly drowning herself in coffee. "Mind if I join you in coffee drowning?"

Quickie shrugged. "Sure.  I might soon make it a fourth cup.  Slept like hell last night, if I slept at all."

[Dr. Wily II]

"Hell huh, such a coincidence." Dr. Wily II grabbed a mug, and drank. It tasted slightly bitter, but at least it will keep him awake. "Have you seen Phoenix, by any chance?"

Joe also took a pair of gloves after James, and stood by. Upon hearing Dr. Yeung's request, he gestured to Ryuta and said... "I'll handle it.", and proceeded over to Mewtwo's head.

[Mirby]

Almost as if he was summoned, Phoenix walked into the cafeteria and sat down with his clients. "Mind if I get a cup of this?" he asked, pouring a cup automatically.

[Dr. Wily II]

"Ah. Speak of the... Devil. Heh. Anyways, after looking through our notes on the case, how do you feel?" Dr. Wily II asked, still laughing a bit under his breath.

[White-Jet]

Feeling alone in the dorm, Hierophant decided it was time to get up and get something to eat himself.  As he was picking up Genbu and heading outside to fetch Excalibur, who had been sleeping between their room and another one next door, Jenny shows up, seeming surprised to see him up last.

"Ah, there you are," she began, "I know you must be hungry, so why don't we head to the examination room after breakfast so you can give us a quick to tutorial on how these cards work."

Though unsure, Hierophant nods nonetheless and heads to the cafeteria with Jenny following close behind.

The door to the room opened, Dr. Yeung walking in, followed by a pigtailed Domino, James in his lab coat, and Joe in his disguise.  The disguises weren't fooling Mewtwo, as each carried a very specific scent, though he was surprised to see James among them.  

Yeung smiled at Ryuta and the handlers. "Good morning, sorry about the wait.  I had some things I needed to finish up, but now that we're here, may as well get started."  He swung his arms and clapped his hands together, then looked to the handlers.  "Go ahead and let it out.  I'm just going to examine it and take some blood..."  He walked over to a countertop and grabbed a box of gloves.  Pulling out a pair, he passed the box to Domino, who also pulled out a pair before passing the box to James.  

One of the handlers opened the crate. "Alright, out, out."

After a moment, Mewtwo climbed out and finally stood to his full height.  He took the time to stretch his legs and his back, relieved to be out of the confined space.  If that crate was cramped, he couldn't even begin to imagine how claustrophobic a Poke Ball would be.

Domino pulled on her gloves and moved out of the way as the handlers shoved the crate out of the room.  "We can handle it, you two can go."  On her word, the handlers stepped out into the hall.  

Yeung also had donned his gloves.  "Hop up on the table, if you would, please."  He looked to Ryuta. "If you could be at its head, I'd appreciate it, thanks."  He eyed the sleeping Shiny Eevee for a long moment, before turning his back to them and returning to his work. "Lay on your stomach, and we'll get this bloodwork out of the way."

"We'd also like to question it, too, puddin'," Domino nodded, hastily adopting her Harley persona.

Mewtwo stared at her for a long moment, then finally did as he was told, hauling himself up onto the hard, metal exam table.  He fixed his gaze on Ryuta and isolated his telepathy for a moment. "I would be mindful of your Eevee's welfare, if I were you.  I did not like how that man looked at it."

Don't worry, Ryuta thinks to Mewtwo as he makes his way towards the head of the table, I'll keep watch of his curiosity.  As much as I want to send Kumitsune home right now, I need to keep this guy's interest long enough so he at least trusts that I can handle you, and taking Kumitsune out of the picture might make him lose interest and throw me out before the examination is done.  But if he does get too close with the intention of snatching him, I have a special PokeBall that will send Kumitsune home until after he leaves the room.

James took his share of gloves and pulls them on, waiting for any commands that might need his full attention.  He attempts to fake never seeing Mewtwo before, but was aware that the psychic Pokemon knew who he was regardless of whether he sensed it or smelled it.

[Quickman]

Domino stood next to James, her arms folded. "Don't get fidgety," her voice was low, "whatever it says, ignore it.  We're here to do our jobs."  She cleared her throat and turned her attention to Yeung. "Ya want us ta do anythin'?"

"Not right now, but I'll need your help when I start examining it," Yeung shook his head.  He placed a few items on a small trolley and pushed it over to the table.  He dabbed an alcohol swab against the base of Mewtwo's neck tube, then unwrapped a syringe.  "Hold very still, you're going to feel a slight sting..." he looked to Ryuta and Joe, "make sure it doesn't round on me." 

Mewtwo glowered and winced a bit as he was stuck.  He moved his gaze from Ryuta to Joe, studying the man's face. His stomach let out a low, strained growl, but he did not inquire about being fed.  Keeping his telepathy isolated, he returned his gaze to Ryuta. "Please inquire about the safety of my clones.  I do not want them to be subjected to any harmful testing.  They did nothing wrong, they do not deserve to be here."

"Ah. Speak of the... Devil. Heh. Anyways, after looking through our notes on the case, how do you feel?" Dr. Wily II asked, still laughing a bit under his breath.

Quickie also looked up.  "Think I stand a chance?"

[White-Jet]

Without straining a twitch, Ryuta looks towards Dr. Yeung while keeping watch of both his curious spirit and Mewtwo's antsy intolerance to needles, "How are Mewtwo's clones fairing?  I heard they were transferred here first for examination."

[Quickman]

Yeung didn't glance up. "They're in good condition.  I wasn't aware that Mewtwo here made them, that's certainly interesting."  After taking several tubes of blood, he removed the needle and bandaged the injection site.

Domino nodded. "We'd like ta talk ta it about those clones, too.  How it made them."

Yeung nodded and busied himself with disposing the needle and changing his gloves. "Cloning is a very difficult process, and Mewtwo's own creation was wrought with problems, from what I've studied.  But, if a Pokemon can do it..." he trailed off as he studied Mewtwo's neck tube, running the length of it between his thumb and forefinger. "I'll scan and have this biopsied later..." he trailed off again, picking up another instrument and using it to look into Mewtwo's ear.  "Hm... Looks good in this ear... have a bit of a mite infestation, but we have drops that will clear that right up..." walking around Ryuta and Joe, he looked in Mewtwo's other ear and made similar comments.

"So, puddin', mind tellin' us how ya made yer clones?" Domino spoke up.  "Clonin' ain't easy, ya know."

Mewtwo remained silent, hesitant to divulge any information regarding his clones.  He looked to Ryuta, wondering what to say.  Should he lie?  Should he deny everything and simply purge the humans' memories of the conversation?  Should he tell them only the vaguest of information?  Should he go into explicit detail?

[White-Jet]

Ryuta ran his hand over Kumitsune still resting on his head, barely causing him to stir, but quickly re-positions his head and goes back to sleep.  He was equally perplexed as to whether Mewtwo should go all out for the sake of a fair case, or have him lie and risk putting both the clones and his chances of returning to Quickie in more jeopardy than either of them can handle.

"Is this the right time to be questioning him?" he soon asked, "According to word of mouth at the police station, he's had a pretty rough week, and that interrogation yesterday didn't help matters.  Not to mention he hasn't eaten since he got here, and I know for a fact that even humans can't think properly on an empty stomach."

[Dr. Wily II]

Joe winced at Dr. Yeung's actions of blood drawing. That neck tube scared him now. Still seemingly alert of Mewtwo's actions, Joe just stared at Mewtwo. His fur still looked rugged, if not, more so. "I agree with the handler... Perhaps some food for Mewtwo might calm him down, easier for us."

[Quickman]

"The fasting was necessary for the bloodwork," Yeung said simply.  He positioned himself in front of Mewtwo, holding one hand just behind his head, and holding a penlight in the other. "Eating would cause fluctuations in blood sugar--look here, please--which would cause false positives." He shone the penlight into Mewtwo's eyes, to gauge pupil reaction. "Looks good, looks good."  Putting the penlight away, he held up one finger in front of the clone. "Follow my finger without moving your head, please."

"Yes, my last few weeks had not been pleasant," Mewtwo did as he was told, following as Yeung moved his hand in a random pattern, "and if I were to have something to eat, I may be more comfortable with divulging... sensitive information."

"It would be best if we recorded that interrogation, anyway," Yeung nodded, stepping back. "Right eye is a bit lazy, both don't work in concert as smoothly as they should, so we'll need to test its vision."  He looked to Domino. "You said it had a wellness checkup?"

Domino nodded. "According ta its trainer, an' I called out ta Fuchsia an' got its records."

Yeung nodded. "All right, I still want to do a full workup on it, get some x-rays, but if you guys want to talk to it first, I can wait until after it eats.  Across the hall, there's an observation room, got all the surveillance hooked up and ready to go.  You guys can run it over there, get it something to eat, and talk to it, then we can finish the exam afterward.  I'll see what its records have, in the meantime."  He looked to Mewtwo. "You can get up, now.  Get some food, I don't want you passing out on me."

Domino nodded and opened the door, motioning for the handlers to enter. "You guys get it across the hall," she turned her attention to James, "you get it some breakfast," then started for the door, "I'll go set up the recording equipment."  Stepping passed the handlers, she nodded to the crate in the hall, "We're just goin' across the hall, don't need that."

"Right," one of the handlers nodded and approached as Mewtwo was climbing off of the table. "Alright, let's go.  Nice and slow."

His stomach growling again, Mewtwo looked to Ryuta. "I do not wish to jeopardize the case.  I will tell them what they wish to hear, but they must not harm my clones.  So help them if they harm my clones..."  He returned his gaze to the handlers, cautiously making his way to the door and out into the hall.  He glanced down the hallway, to a room a few doors down.  Though he couldn't actually see what was in the room, he knew that his clones were held in there.  His eyes flashing blue for a very brief moment, he sent his clones a message, telling them that he was here, that he would not allow the humans to harm them.

[White-Jet]

James remains nonchalant as he heads out to the cafeteria to do as told, leaving Ryuta to watch with some concern before eventually following out after them, wanting to make sure Mewtwo doesn't lose his temper thinking too deeply on what may happen upon revealing his cloning secrets.  He tries not to hint at Mewtwo's communication with his clones as he was passing by the room they were being left in, worried the undercover Team Rocket spies might notice and use it against the upcoming case.

[Dr. Wily II]

(imagines Mewtwo with glasses...)

Joe followed behind James, wanting to get some water for Mewtwo. Turning to James, Joe asked... "So... About Mewtwo seemingly wanting to spill the beans... Is that wise to trust it?"

[White-Jet]

"Wise or not, if it wants what's best for itself and its clones, it had best speak as much about its secrets and techniques as the courts will allow," James said simply, "Even a mind altering Pokemon like Mewtwo can only change so much before it runs itself into a corner and has no choice but to come clean."

[Dr. Wily II]

Joe nodded, not because he agreed, but more for respect for James. Too many things just doesn't sit right anymore... And it looks like it won't for the time being either. After getting a jug full of water, Joe followed after James, who had gotten some food for Mewtwo. Perhaps... It's for the best for Mewtwo to come clean...

[Quickman]

Domino entered the room as Joe and James returned with the food.  Mewtwo had already seated himself at the table, with the chair turned backwards. Domino nodded to the two-way mirror. "Recorder's set up, got a fancy toy in there that can record Psychic types." She pulled up a chair and sat down, looking to Yeung, who had entered the room with his own computer. "Takin' notes?"

Yeung nodded, pulling up a chair. "I'm really interested to here how it developed a successful cloning program.  How a Pokemon acquired the resources and knowledge to do this..."

Mewtwo remained silent as he poured himself a glass of water and drank, eventually helping himself to the breakfast that James had brought.  As he ate, he ignored Yeung studying him.

"Its mannerisms are so very humanlike..." Yeung said mostly to himself as he typed.

"So," Domino said after several minutes, "how did you make those clones?"

Mewtwo paused in his eating to stare at Domino. "It was a very involved process," he took another drink, "and prior to my work, I had salvaged and rebuilt the laboratory in which I was created.  I studied the archival information that I had recovered, as to create life, this was something that I could not simply do without careful study.  However, there were many things that I did not understand," he paused to eat something and then wash it down, "so, I had abducted the Nurse Joy from a nearby Pokemon Center."

Domino nodded slowly.  She looked to Yeung, then to James, Joe, and then to Ryuta.  So, not only did Mewtwo acquire a body count, but he also can add abduction to his list of past crimes.

[Dr. Wily II]

Joe stared at the interrogation happening between Domino and Mewtwo. To think Domino is so calm while doing so... And then came the part of abducting a Nurse Joy. Joe's eyes opened real wide, shocked that Mewtwo went to such lengths for cloning. Still shocked, Joe unconsciously blurted out...

"Where's the Nurse Joy now?"

[Quickman]

"She was returned at a later date, with no memory of her abduction," Mewtwo nodded.

"Continue, please," Yeung spoke up.

Mewtwo nodded again and took another drink of water. "I had made considerable use of Nurse Joy's knowledge.  She was well-versed in Pokemon physiology, something that I was having difficulty with understanding.  Through manipulating her, I was able to acquire samples of genetic material for my first set of clones.  But, I still did not proceed, as I had been studying the prior experiments, and I was aware that many of them failed, that I was the only surviving clone.  There was something that the other clones lacked, and I could not readily determine what it was."

"Genetic abnormalities, mainly," Yeung nodded. "The ones that survived to term usually died shortly after, due to lung infections and other complications.  So, you must understand why you're so important to us, to our studies."

Domino nodded and held up her hand to silence Yeung. "Go on."

Mewtwo was silent for a moment before he continued. "When I was ready to begin my own attempts, I added to the genetic material what I thought was missing, what I thought would allow them to survive.  Since I was the only surviving clone, I possessed something that the previous clones lacked.  Thus, I had spliced in my own DNA.  The results were more than I had expected.  After a period of incubation, the first three clones were fully-evolved, due to their hybrid nature."

"What were these first three clones?" Yeung glanced up from his computer.

"A Venusaur, a Charizard, and a Blastoise," Mewtwo nodded after taking another drink.

"So, you made genetically-modified Pokémon," Domino reiterated.

"I had intended for them to be superior to their originals," Mewtwo nodded. "After their creation, I perfected my process and was able to accelerate the growth of the clones, again splicing in my own genetic material to ensure their survival.  The device that I had recreated, based on the original device from the original laboratory, was built as a conduit for my own powers.  The entire fortress was a conduit.  I had an unlimited energy supply, and I channeled my own power into my fortress and used it to create the clones at a much faster rate."

[Dr. Wily II]

Clones. Spliced with Mewtwo's DNA. All having the same potential of power as Mewtwo. Joe tried to grasp what as been said, however, all he could think was in a sense, Mewtwo has his own private clone army. And yet... Mewtwo seemed so calm talking about it. A bit too calm for Joe's comfort.

"I... I think I need to seat down." Joe did so, by pulling out one of the chairs at the table, and dragging it to a far corner of the room. Once there, he sat down. Staring.

[Quickman]

"Why did you make them?" Domino asked.

Mewtwo was silent for a very long moment.  He stared at his glass of water, knocked back the last of it, then poured himself a full glass. "I was... confused then... searching for a purpose, trying to create my own world to give myself a purpose..."

"Anything else about those clones that we should know about?" Domino asked again.

Again, Mewtwo was silent for a long moment.  He then looked up, his eyes hooded by his brow ridges. "Yes.  Yes there is," he paused, taking another drink. "The clones are fertile."

Yeung almost dropped his computer. "How do you know?"

"Two of the clones, the Nidoqueen and the Rhyhorn," Mewtwo took yet another drink of water, "they produced offspring."

If Domino were drinking, she would have done a spit-take.  At the time, when she saw the baby Nidoqueen, she didn't think about how it came about, just that it was adorable.  But, if Mewtwo could create fertile hybrid clones, then what other information was it hiding? 

[Mirby]

"It could be tough, but... you probably wouldn't have called me if you didn't know that already," Phoenix replied.