Topic: RPM POKEMON ADVENTURE THING

[Mirby]

Taylor awoke, sore and exhausted. She'd managed to sleep for quite some time, much to her dismay. "Crap! Where is everyone?!?" she exclaimed, panicked. "Gah! How long did I sleep?" She tried to get up only to find that it felt like every muscle in her body was bruised. "And what happened to make me hurt so badly?"

[Dr. Wily II]

Joe then spoke.

"Well, I really wanted to know why you did what you did back in Fuschia. You actually exerted your psychic prowess on an old man. An old man!"

[Quickman]

Mewtwo met Joe's gaze. "He asked me to do so.  This was something that I had deliberated, and after my own research, I had discovered that it was necessary.  That man is one of my creators, and there is... darkness in him.  Darkness that must be contained.  This darkness was contained twice before, by his first project, and then again by myself.  And when it had begun to reemerge, I had to contain it.  Thus, I focused my energy into a Disabling attack."  He paused.  "The surrounding destruction was an unintended consequence."

Yeung had finished with what he was doing and had since turned around, leaning on the counter, listening.

[White-Jet]

Hierophant decided to head back to the guest dorm after they had finished testing out Yan-Yan's ability-copying capabilities, finding Taylor had woken up, and strangely in some kind of pain.  Furrowing his eyebrows in concern, he decides to head inside and figure out what was going on.

"You feeling okay?" he asked.


Both James and Ryuta decided to let Joe handle most of the questions, the disguised Team Rocket feeling he has all the answers he'd want to hear while the Pokemon counselor didn't want to press any buttons that won't keep the Psychic Pokemon clone calm and aware of where this uncomfortable situation was going.

Posted on: August 15, 2013, 11:39:49 PM

Domino flattened her lips into a thin line. "Yeah.  Honestly, I didn't have anything against those clones back on Mount Quena.  I was just doing my job.  Giovanni said to grab 'em, so I did.  Now, though..." she trailed off, looking at her computer.  There was just something that made her uncomfortable.  Back then, she had no qualms with capturing the clones and even saying what their intended purpose was.  They were to be used in experiments and as bait for Mewtwo.  However, Domino wasn't going to actively participate in those experiments.  She was simply going to hand them off to the research team and get back to her own work.  This time, however, she was an active member of the research team, as dictated by her undercover status.  She had participated in the examination of Mewtwo, but eventually managed to think of an excuse to duck out.  It wasn't anything intensive, either, just a simple physical and a few x-rays.

Domino let out a breath and shook her head, trying to clear it.  She had prided herself with being headstrong, but she was starting to have her doubts as of late.  The whole situation just doesn't sit right with her.  The business with Cipher, seeing their agents milling about, this whole Shadow Pokemon project and Giovanni keeping her in the dark, Mewtwo's clones left to the whims of Yeung's curiosities, Yeung's own strange interest in Meowth, along with Jessie's disappearance and Steiner's involvement in that...  Something was brewing, and she wasn't sure what.  Whatever it was, she didn't like it. 

"I haven't seen the clones myself, yet, but," Domino changed the subject, "just out of curiosity... Are any of those baby clones there?  Remember the Nidoqueen?  I'd assume that the babies would be full grown by now, but I don't want Yeung's team finding out about them.  That's a whole can of Wurmples right there, if he found out that that Ryhorn and Nidoqueen bred..."

"From what I've seen, only the Rhyhorn was in the group," Meowth said, "If I were to guess, when Carr showed up to try and manipulate the clones into seeing him as the original Mewtwo, the Nidoqueen took the children somewhere safe while the Rhyhorn kept him distracted."

[Mirby]

Taylor limped down to the cafeteria carefully, using the walking stick she kept concealed within her bag. "I wonder if they're all down here," she wondered aloud.

[Dr. Wily II]

"Your creator? Why bother saving him, when he was the one that brought you in in the first place? Why bother rescue him along with the traitor Ahrzayl?" Joe continued.

[White-Jet]

Taylor limped down to the cafeteria carefully, using the walking stick she kept concealed within her bag. "I wonder if they're all down here," she wondered aloud.

Seeing Taylor walk out of the dorm, Hierophant decides to follow after her to make sure she gets to wherever she needs to be safely.

[Quickman]

"Your creator? Why bother saving him, when he was the one that brought you in in the first place? Why bother rescue him along with the traitor Ahrzayl?" Joe continued.

"He did so under duress, and he helped me escape the first time, along with Ahrzayl," Mewtwo nodded.  He fell silent for a moment as a wave of dizziness swept over him and his stomach became a cold, growling pit.  He shook his head to clear it and glanced off toward a corner, his eyes focused on some far-off horizon.  There was something amiss, though he could not quite determine what it was.  Something about Ahrzayl that seemed... off. 

As he was pondering on that notion, he was hit with another wave of dizziness, and he shook his head, silent for a very long moment as his thoughts tapered off and he found himself staring blankly at nothing.  Shaking his head again, he sat up straighter. "My creator helped me escape before, as did Ahrzayl..." he trailed off again, realizing that he had repeated himself.

[White-Jet]

Ryuta frowns a bit in concern before deciding to take Kumitsune off his shoulder and placing him on Mewtwo's shoulder, "See if you can keep him focused with Helping Hand."

Kumitsune barks in response as he places his paw on Mewtwo's head, causing a glowing rainbow of aura to outline his being and boost his focus.

[Quickman]

Another wave of dizziness hit, and Mewtwo reeled, catching his balance so that the Eevee didn't tumble off his shoulder.  His entire upper body felt like it was covered in a sheet of cold prickles and he felt light-headed.

Yeung stepped forward, studying him. "Are you going to faint?"  His words sounded as if coming through a long pipe, hollow, distant, and tinny.

Mewtwo didn't answer him, his breath coming in quick and shallow, his head feeling as if it were a fragile weight balanced precariously on his shoulders, and that cold, prickly feeling causing his hands to go numb.  If he could sweat, he would be drenched.  He gripped the edges of the stool he was seated on, only his hands didn't want to work correctly.

"I think it's going to faint, hold on," Yeung quickly left the room.  He returned a moment later, pulling a chair behind him.  "Here, get it in the chair, put its head back and its feet up.  I'll get it some water."  He left the others to the task as he busied himself at a sink, filling a cup with water and soaking a folded paper towel.

[White-Jet]

James quickly helped exchange furniture while Ryuta keeps Mewtwo straight and balanced as Kumitsune clambers back on his shoulders to avoid slipping off or putting more unnecessary weight on his already weakening structure.

Ryuta's only thought was why they needed two hours to examine his glucose tolerance, but because he wasn't the medical expert, he was forced to continue cooperating in the hopes that this torment ends faster without the subject croaking from malnutrition.

[Dr. Wily II]

Joe pulled out some SmellingSalts... But decided against it in case it affects with whatever readings Dr. Yeung wanted. Helping to prop up Mewtwo's feet, and ensuring Mewtwo is a bit more comfortable, he turned to ask Dr. Yeung.

"Is it OK to continue? Mewtwo looks really bad..."

[Quickman]

Yeung nodded, returning with a cup of water and two wet folded paper towels, which he placed on Mewtwo's chest and brow. "It just fainted, it will be fine."  He looked to Mewtwo. "Stay with us, you'll be all right."

Mewtwo just stared blankly and went limp, only to come to a few moments later.  He blinked a few times, then was out again.  Or, he thought he had passed out, but he could still see.  Everything had taken on a frosted appearance, and the others were moving in slow-motion, leaving afterimages and shadow trails.  Though, he noticed something else.  A light that coalesced into a young green-haired girl.  Though his memories were still fuzzy and his concentration was faltering, he immediately recognized her. "...Amber?"

Amber smiled at him. "This is just a rough spot.  Things will get better, though.  You need to be strong for everyone, but don't lose control."

Mewtwo raised an eyebrow, confused. "What should I do...?"

"Watch out for the shadows," Amber nodded, "and don't lose control.  Trust your friends.  Things will get better."  She smiled again as she started to fade away. "Things will get better."

"Wait, Amber!  Come back!" Mewtwo snapped himself back to consciousness and he looked around.

Yeung nodded at him. "Welcome back," he handed him a cup of water, "drink this slowly.  We're almost done, you'll be fine."  He looked to the others. "After this, we'll get it something to eat.  It can rest for a while, and then we can conduct the psych eval."

[White-Jet]

Ryuta still wasn't too happy that Mewtwo was "allowed to rest" when the process would just make the ordeal all the more harrowing, but he continues to hold back his irritation and nods in understanding.

James, meanwhile, compresses his lips as he continues to monitor Mewtwo, waiting for him to do as told while wondering if he should report back to Domino the current situation.

[Quickman]

Mewtwo continued to look around, leaning to look behind James. "Amber?"

Yeung raised an eyebrow. "Who's Amber?  Are you hearing voices?"  He nodded to the cup of water. "Drink up and relax, we're almost done here.  I just need to draw one more blood sample and you're done."  He walked away to get a new needle.

Mewtwo finally did as he was told, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.  Obviously, the others did not see Amber, and thus it was best if he kept the matter to himself.  He wasn't entirely sure what had happened, though the light-headed feeling from earlier was gone, along with the cold prickles.  He had control over his limbs again, and aside from feeling flushed, as if he had just gotten over a fever, he felt more or less normal.  His stomach growled to remind him once again that he needed food, and he silenced it with another drink of water.

Yeung returned and busied himself with drawing some blood. "Alright, we're almost done, here.  Cutting it a bit short, but the results should be sufficient.  We can always try again at a later date, as your other results are good."  Finishing, he bandaged the injection site and returned to the counter to work. "We're done, you can get it some food.  Its handlers put its crate in with the other clones, so you can take it in there."

Mewtwo perked up upon hearing that he'd be able to see his clones.  Perhaps Amber was right.  He would be better able to protect them if he was with them. "Yes, yes, I could use some rest... and I would like to see my friends again... to apologize to them..."

[White-Jet]

James seemed a bit concerned about taking Mewtwo back to where the clones were being held.  If he reacted this badly to word of mouth, there was no telling how upset he'd get if he was to be taken there in the current state he was in.

"Wouldn't it be best to feed him at the cafeteria before returning him to his crate?" he eventually asked, keeping his nonchalant tone to try and stay in disguise.

[Quickman]

Yeung nodded, not turning around. "Sure, sure.  Might be best if it's returned when my team is done in that room, anyway."

Mewtwo was already working to extricate himself from the chair, dropping the cold compresses.  The only thing on his mind was seeing his clones, though as he was sitting up, he took notice to the bandages on his arms.  Yeung had used several injection sites, two on his neck tube, one on each arm, and a fourth on his right ankle.  He did not want his clones to see those, and he considered removing the bandages when he had the chance, preferably when he was out of sight of Yeung.  His Recover would have taken care of the wounds by now, anyway.

[Dr. Wily II]

Joe raised an eyebrow. "Your team's in the other room? When was that?"

[Quickman]

Yeung finally glanced up. "They've been there all day.  There's more than just me working on this project."

Mewtwo had finally stood, somewhat unsteadily, and he tested his balance. "So help you if you have harmed my clones..."

"They're fine," Yeung dismissed him. "Your Charizard has an attitude problem, though.  We almost muzzled it."

Mewtwo bristled and started for Yeung, but stopped.  He could not lose control.  If he were to cause harm to these people, they would harm his clones.  He sucked in a deep breath. "I do not care what you do to me.  Just do not harm my clones.  Whatever you want to learn from them, you can learn from me."

[Dr. Wily II]

"Exactly." Joe said... Somewhat sympathising with Mewtwo. Shaking his head, and helping to prop Mewtwo up..."Anyways, let's get you to the cafeteria."

[White-Jet]

Ryuta decides to help move Mewtwo to the cafeteria while keeping his temper in check.

"Much as I hate to upset you, it was probably best they try to keep that Charizard clone's temper in check," James states, almost nervously, "If it causes just as much problems as you would hearing all this, it could also put itself and the other clones in danger.  And the scientists may be inclined to blame you for whatever 'flaws' they think will only prove your inability to behave as either Pokemon or human."

[Quickman]

Mewtwo nodded, allowing them to usher him to the cafeteria. "Just... do not hurt them.  They are innocent in all of this."

[White-Jet]

"I'll check on the clones after we escort you to the cafeteria," James said, "And make sure to warn any new scientists about the Charizard's...irritated behavior.  That way no one else has to get hurt, or be forced to harm your clones for any reason at all."

[Quickman]

Mewtwo nodded.  "When I get the chance, I will talk to them, tell them what is happening, and tell them that they need to tolerate this as much as I do.  I will attempt to draw any attention away from them as I can.  Whatever they wish to learn from my clones they can just as easily learn from me."

As they made their way down the hall, Domino poked her head out of her office and "psst" to James, motioning for him to come over. "Hey.  Yeung said you're headed for the cafeteria to eat.  Mind taking Meowth with you?  I can hear his stomach from here, and if he can get more information out of Mewtwo, this would be the best time to do it.  I don't want him wandering around alone, just in case."

[White-Jet]

James glances over to Domino, trying not to be startled by her nearly noticeable hiss before hearing her intentions and letting Meowth wander out after them, still admiring his befuddled picture on the ID given to him earlier.