berserkgened

[berserkgened]

makeitdouble​:

Mt. Quena, where he and his companions had been set aside and locked away during whatever action was happening. The trio saw Mewtwo there, and tried to express solidarity and support with them and their band of outcasts. But aside from distant airships, all he personally saw of the rest of Team Rocket was… “Ugh, Domino is even worse than Cassidy and Borch,” he says, and then he squeaks as Mewtwo raises their hand again.

He stares into the air as the scene plays out before him, feeling increasingly nauseous. Mewtwo isn’t his Pokémon, and neither was the threatened young one. But to see any Pokémon hurt like this, let alone this intentional cruelty, makes him sick to his stomach. And the deeper layer of the memory - he doesn’t even know if that was related to Giovanni, but the barest flash of it twists at his insides nonetheless.

James turned to crime because it was the ‘easy’ path: Tutors or not, he wasn’t smart enough to test into some fancy school, wasn’t skilled enough at anything he could make much profit off of, and he wanted a way to make back the riches that escaping his family had cut him off from. It was rebellious too, becoming such a blatant criminal. Something his parents would really disapprove of.

But it’s undeniable now. The memory that Mewtwo gives him - the actions of the person he is shown - they’re not merely criminal. They’re evil.

He grips at his shirt over his chest, distorting the red ‘R’ on the uniform. He wishes Jessie and Meowth were here. They’d know what to say, or at least their yelling or bickering would make him feel better than this. He knows, without question, they’d be just as horrified as he is.

As for the companions that are here, Carnivine seems to understand Mewtwo’s explanation, or at least it isn’t trying to stop them - unless James orders it, of course. Mime Jr. is too young to really get why Mewtwo would want to distress its trainer, and it babbles worriedly until James finally reaches out and pats it on the head.

“You don’t have to worry; I’m just fine,” he murmurs to his Pokémon, somehow managing to hold a smile on his face. He takes out both of their Pokéballs and poises to return them. “Why don’t you two have a rest after all that playing?”

Then it’s just him and Mewtwo. James wipes his eyes. He’s silent for a long moment.

“All of this… these visions are real?” He knows the answer, this time. Truth is darker than fiction. And to think that they ever helped anything like this come to pass - or at least, that they tried to. Perhaps their incompetence was more of a blessing than they ever knew. Unknowingly working for someone like that makes a much worse fool of him, anyhow.

James gets to his feet and bows to Mewtwo. “My sincerest apologies,” he says. “I may be a criminal, but even I have some sense of honor. I thought we worked for someone who did, too.”

And… he doesn’t know what to do with this information. He’s still standing here seeing the grass and feeling the breeze, even though it feels like the world should have shattered around him. Giovanni is not here to be confronted. His team– his real team– isn’t here to figure out how to move forward.

He seems a little hollow - not all the way present - but he still speaks genuinely. “Thank you for… caring for my Pokémon’s safety. I promise, I would never allow harm to come to them.”

        mewtwo had little basis for what humans considered to be ‘criminal’; only what they themself deemed to be a heinous act against morality or one that would put good intent and action into the world. petty theft of valuables and private property was inconsequential as a transgression - they did not pass any judgement on james for that. ( what true harm really came from those of lesser advantage taking from those who had more than enough to spare, anyway? ) it was the actions he’d taken to strengthen team rocket and giovanni’s plans - unknowingly or not - that they wished to cast doubt and reflection on.

        once they shared the harsh memories with james, they waited patiently for him to understand and interpret them, merely remaining silent and studying his body language. ( how he seemed to want to tear the symbol from his shirt then and there, and how they could quite literally feel the anxiety and unease building in him. ) guilt threatened to seep into their own chest, but they remained steely-eyed and resolute. he needed to understand what his actions had the potential to support - and who giovanni really was. they watched as he returned his pokemon to their pokeballs, and nodded slowly in response to his question. how they wished it hadn’t been real.

        “ ...you are not the only one to have been fooled by him. ” mewtwo responded quietly - their voice becoming somewhat softer, though it still carried bitterness towards the subject of their conversation. they hesitated for a moment, but shared another memory with him. this one less with the intent to shatter any delusions he had, but to sympathize.

outfitted in their armor, they stand under the blazing sun in the dusty canyon - awaiting the herd of tauros. it is child’s play to immobilize them; the cries of the pokemon in distress fall on their own deaf ears as well as that of the rocket operatives standing by to capture the pokemon. a feeling of superiority and ruthless pride washes over them at giovanni’s approval; they are the world’s strongest pokemon, the one meant to rule over all of this at the side of their partner.

---

the scene flashes to that of a gym battle, giovanni ordering them to defeat the opponent - a young, overconfident human in a blue shirt. he sends out pokemon after pokemon, and mewtwo defeats them all with a brutality the trainer - or his pokemon - likely had never experienced before. they do not fight to win, but to dominate and destroy the opponent. the fear in the trainer’s aura - and his pokemon’s - only spurs them on further, twisting what was already a warped reflection of giovanni in themself.

---

a change of scenery yet again, and this time they are enraged. “ you were created to fight for me. that is your purpose. ” giovanni says it so casually with an air of scolding, as if they were a pet who needed to be reminded of a rule by their owner. ( a feeling not dissimilar to james’ own current stress sinks into the core of them; the disorienting nausea and gut-wrenching of having one’s world shattered in the blink of an eye - overlayed with anger unlike anything they had ever experienced prior. ) “ you said we were PARTNERS. we stood as equals! ” the enraged star inside their chest begins to explode - the supernova of their wrath threatening to swallow them, too. giovanni only reacts with a scoff and a dismissive laugh, continuing to talk down to them and refusing to acknowledge their personhood. it’s the last bit of kindling the wildfire in them needs, and they roar their declaration of war against humanity while annihilating the base in a massive explosion.

         they waited a few moments to calm themself and form them both to return to the present before continuing. “ ...i was new to the world. i was alone, and i did not know the extent of my abilities. he offered me direction - and promised that we would be partners and equals. ” they’d believed themself to be better than other pokemon due to their strength - so far above the pokemon that team rocket had instructed them to subdue and immobilize. but giovanni had never seen them as more than a tool for his own schemes - and they had failed to realize that until it was far too late.

        “ i did horrid things in his name. but i committed even greater crimes in my own. i refused to see or admit how i ... molded myself after him. ” mewtwo’s usual scowl deepened in repulsion and guilt, and their aura echoed as much. their tail thrashed in discomfort and unease, and their gaze drifted away from the human as they confessed their own previous alliance with team rocket. “ even after i was able to recognize that his view of the world was not the truth - that other beings were not tools to use for my own benefit - ... it was still a very difficult journey. “ mewtwo’s hand briefly drifted to rest over their heart as something in their chest ached for a sense of closeness that they would never have again.

         “ i had to learn compassion. i had to study the decisions and actions of others in order to sympathize with other beings. i wasn’t brought into this world with the capacity for solicitude. i had to grow into it, and i still falter now - decades later. ” they looked back to james and his pokemon, the slightest hint of a smile flickering on their face. “ but you already possess what i did not once told the truth of team rocket. you truly care for your pokemon. your promise to keep them safe ... the sincerity is tangible. ” mewtwo didn’t reach out to touch james - keeping a distance between them that wasn’t often breached by humankind. however, the air around them shifted to become more comforting for the other - the emotional and psychic equivalent of laying a blanket over someone who needed to rest.

       “ it feels insurmountable - coming back from this. we will not be able to mend everything. but you - and i - will continue to work towards alleviating the pain caused. perhaps one day, we will feel as if we have done enough. it is the most we can ask for, and it is possible to feel content with that. ”

[berserkgened]

origingened​:

‘i thought we both agreed your creation was a tragedy.’

hm! they didn’t mean to say that!

'but not because you don’t deserve to exist! it’s, um, it’s a tragedy like when really bad things happen to innocent things for no reason! and i care about you a lot and i don’t want you to go through anything bad anymore and i’m really sorry if i just hurt your feelings? i don’t know what’s wrong with me right now?’

they physically put their paws over their mouth as a reminder to stop talking.

       mewtwo stared at mew in confusion - unsure of why they seemed particularly talkative and blunt right now. “ ... no. you are correct. it was a tragedy. i was created as a weapon and destroyed my creators in weaponized rage - it is parallel to several literary tragedies. ” their words held a hard, bitter edge but their tone was flat and guarded; it was simply an old fact at this point - one that they refused to feel anything about.

       they looked back at mew with a quizzical expression at their unexpected admission of affection ( ‘i don’t want you to go through anything bad anymore’ ), reaching their psychic presence out to their counterpart to try and detect what was making them act this way. there was slight distress there, but also a ... compulsion? to speak? no, not just that - to speak the truth? “ ... has someone done this to you? ”

[berserkgened]

         “ oh, i couldn’t imagine the horrors of cloning. ” they’ve never said anything with such biting sarcasm in their life.

[berserkgened]

spiderstaff​:

@berserkgened​

“Hey, do you want to play with me?” Kay had been following them for a little while now, and she’s sure they know. She hasn’t exactly been subtle.

“There’s hide and seek in the maze, and scavenger hunts, or pretend in the woods… I know lots of games!” After a brief pause, she shrugs, using her new powers to teleport in front of them, hanging upside down from a branch.

“Hi. What’s your name? I’m Kay.”

          this form is mostly purely aesthetic - they still have the majority of their abilities, such as being able to sense another presence and skimming their outermost emotions. due to that, they weren’t able to sense any malice from the one following them. if anything, the person tailing them felt like mew in a way; playful, and a bit mischievous. they were a bit surprised by the teleportation, though - and the familiar face, despite her costume.

          had she always been able to teleport? they’d seen her a few times, but they’re fairly certain that’s new.

           they tilted their head a bit in amusement as she dangled from the branch; how familiar was she with pokemon? not very, if she expected an answer from a regular pikachu. in lieu of giving up the ghost, they merely answer with a quiet but cordial ‘pika!’ with a nod, before scampering ahead a few steps. they looked back to her with another exclamation ( ‘pi!’ ) and a motion of their paw encouraging her to - race? follow? lead them somewhere ? ( hm. it was more difficult to communicate like this. no wonder mew had gotten that translation device. ) regardless, they thought it seemed inviting and agreeable enough.

[berserkgened]

        they find it very difficult to keep the amused expression off their face in this form. “ how did i do ‘what’? ”

@berserkgened​

‘… how’d you do that?’

[berserkgened]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

[berserkgened]

MASKERADE EVENT INFO

         for the event, mewtwo will actually be wearing a costume of a familiar pikachu - plus a few more festive pieces like an occasional vampire cloak, a witch hat, etc. they can still talk through telepathy, but for the most part they’re going to be playing the part of a regular pikachu - why? because they’ve never had the experience of being a normal pokemon before, and who would know it was actually them, anyway? 

[berserkgened]

honestly mewtwo is scary enough

[berserkgened]

redlichbluelich​:

“Hm,” Barry grunts, both in discomfited surprise at Mewtwo’s answer and at the feeling that fills the air. It grates against his bond-powered soul like discordant notes on a sensitive ear. He sits up straighter. “I’m sorry. It sucks when someone isn’t… who you thought.”

It’s not as though he’s in any place to chastise anyone. Barry has no memory of his father, but he’s certainly killed for a similar caliber of reasons. Though their addition– their generalization– makes him curious.

(They’d called themself a copy– Mewtwo– and the regular Mew certainly has a few issues with their idea of scientists, too.)

“D’you think all scientists are like that?”

But that’s not the real question, is it? He’s sure he mentioned something about his profession to the young version of Mewtwo, and it might be why he hasn’t seen them since. “Do you think I’m like that?”

       they don’t look at him when he, of all things, offers condolences for something they had convinced all but themself that they had buried long ago. “ no. i knew exactly who and what he was. i did not yet know what i was. ” maybe that was why it had taken so long for the sense of loss to kick in - long after the flames of the laboratory had died down and the smell of burnt flesh dissipated. but mewtwo made sure to keep those feelings guarded - unlike the increasing sense of tension their aura continued to radiate.

       “ i do. ” mewtwo did not attempt to hide the hard edge to their tone; they had no reason to believe otherwise, based on their past experiences. it was scientists who created them, who made the security system which killed them, who made the weapons giovanni used to trap them, and who created the device to control their mind and warp other pokemon’s wills. and while this man hadn’t done anything of the sort, mewtwo firmly believed that the possibility was not far off. a villain could offer him something - money, knowledge, power - and any ethics he believed he had would become nothing more than suggestions. 

       “ and i believe that you are similar enough to be wary of you. ” they responded, their frown intensifying as they turned to look at barry. the only point in his favor was that had he wanted to harm them immediately, he likely would have already done so when they were vulnerable. but that didn’t ease their caution at all. “ if the right opportunity were presented in front of you, i do not doubt that if it were to your advantage, you would attempt to harm me. ” they emphasized ‘attempt’ in a dangerous way.

[berserkgened]

     does mew count as ‘basketball sized’.

[berserkgened]

makeitdouble​:

“He did…?” Mewtwo was an attempt to clone another Pokémon, so it makes sense that humans were responsible. But he didn’t know it was a Rocket project– didn’t know Giovanni was funding the sciences. But James doesn’t have time to figure out what that means. He scrambles backwards on the ground, unable to find his footing in the shock, making a high-pitched noise that’s almost like an anxious laugh.

He would never endanger his own Pokémon, he wants to say, but then his mind is plunged into a memory that isn’t his own. Barraged by that betrayal and anger, he tries to shut his eyes, but it’s as though his eyelids are transparent - the scene continues to play out before him.

The Giovanni in the memory talks just like the one James knows, scornful and authoritative. The worst he thought the Boss did was displace Pokémon from homes and trainers, and sure, have them battle for him – but that all could be mitigated with the appropriate care and love. This vision of him is cold, uncaring. Lying and betraying and shackling a Pokémon for power.

“See here, that just can’t be right!” he says, but it doesn’t come out as confidently as it should. His Pokémon are at his side now, Mime Jr. having stopped the imitation when Mewtwo leveled their psychic power toward James.

“You must have the wrong person…” That must be it - a confused memory, a fluke. He couldn’t have been working for someone like that.

        mewtwo had assumed that james and his teammates were not very far up on the hierarchy of team rocket - and his cluelessness regarding giovanni’s involvement in their creation proved as much. perhaps that was why he didn’t truly understand the nature of team rocket and only had his idealized fantasy idea of how it worked. if it only harmed him, perhaps mewtwo could have let it be - but his pokemon were in danger, too. and james didn’t want to believe it. for a moment, they almost felt pity for the man, but they shook their head at the human’s insistence that they were instead at fault.

         “ no. i do not. i know exactly who giovanni of team rocket is. ” mewtwo glanced at james’ worried pokemon - they were just as confused as he was; they didn’t understand why mewtwo was hurting their trainer and causing him such distress. though it was likely of little comfort, mewtwo wordlessly informed them that they were not harming him physically - but they were telling him a distressing truth. mewtwo’s expression remained cold, and they turned back to james. “ i left your memories of mt. quena untouched. however, you did not see your ‘team’ threaten the ones i swore to protect. ” mewtwo’s voice was still tense as they raised their hand to project yet another scene into the human’s mind.

       they thought they had found peace here. but the cloned pokemon had grown restless - and mewtwo’s continued existence alone was enough to endanger those they cared about. giovanni no doubt knows that well, mewtwo realizes - as they watch a cruel smirk form on his face. “ if you want to save your friends, you will obey me. ” mewtwo glances at the other team rocket member - domino - as she holds one of the infant pokemon threateningly. though they hide it well, mewtwo feels something in their chest sink. despair. dread. defeat. yet, they cannot bite their tongue.

       “ i would rather vanish from this world than obey you. ” mewtwo spits out the word as if it tastes foul, glaring at giovanni as if that alone would kill him. they have not felt that murderous anger in years - but this is enough to rekindle it. they want him dead. and they want to be the one to end him.

       as if their intent were tangible, giovanni laughs in their face. the infant pokemon being held by domino cries in confusion and fright. “ if you refuse to cooperate, then all of your friends will become our experiments. they will be the ones to vanish. ” mewtwo feels physically ill at the threat; memories of the laboratory come rushing back in full. shattering glass, burnt flesh, billowing smoke, deafening explosions, screams cut short, father’s last words, their lungs ache from screaming; memories within a memory.

- - - -

       they give in. 

       they step into the containment field, allowing the horridly familiar armor to constrict them like a predatory serpent. giovanni activates a control of some sort, and every nerve in their body is on fire; excruciating pain they haven’t felt since their birth. they won’t give him the satisfaction of hearing them scream, but it’s difficult to choke back. giovanni watches their torment in satisfaction for a few moments, before surveying the island scenery with disturbing ease. “ i think i will turn this place into my secret base. then i will create the strongest pokemon army in the world...and at the head of that army, will be you. ” 

       another bolt of pain, and this time, they scream. 

       mewtwo’s demeanor changed only slightly when the vision ended; they’d shown only a glimpse too much, but even giving a little piece away made them more vulnerable than they wanted. it was an intense memory, regardless - and while mewtwo did not want to cause james harm, pain ( physical or emotional ) was a universal teacher. they knew that well, by now. if it helped to open his eyes, well... the ends may justify the means in this case.

[berserkgened]

makeitdouble​:

James finally sets his book down and flashes a small smile in Mime Jr.’s direction. The little one never fails to cheer him up, and its mimicry manages to dull Mewtwo’s intimidating aura a little.

They’ve still got this grudge against the Boss. And sure, the guy may have a rough exterior and also be a major crime lord, but there’s no doubt he’s got a soft heart somewhere in there for all those Pokémon. Meowth knows that best of any of them.

“You worry too much! The Boss is rich beyond reckoning– He’s more than able to accommodate any Pokémon sent his way.” Rich people mostly just keep Pokémon for status or luxury, anyway. It’s why he left Growlie with his parents– for all their flaws, they could give it a better life than he’d ever be able to.

“My Pokémon…” He looks over, and both return his gaze. They may both be immensely cute and capable, but James needs them in order to catch other Pokémon, after all. “They’ve got nothing to worry about! They’re members of Team Rocket by proxy, not mere poach-ees.”

        “ i am WELL AWARE of giovanni’s wealth. he commissioned my creation.” mewtwo’s voice - telepathic as it may have been - carried a barely-restrained anger. almost a shout, but not quite. mewtwo hovered above james now, glaring at him - or more accurately, at their past, and james merely happened to be the focal point at the moment. either he was just more ignorant than mewtwo had previously thought, or team rocket had a sophisticated form of brainwashing that rivaled mewtwo’s own ability to warp a person’s mind to their wishes.

        when james insisted that his pokemon were safe due to their affiliation with team rocket, something in them snapped. there was an audible crack in the air, and mewtwo had to hold back from physically grabbing james. “ you ignorant fool. you have no idea how much danger you put your pokemon in. pokemon who place their complete trust and faith in you! ” their tone was accusatory, and mewtwo didn’t give any warning when they forced a vision into the human’s head.

        “ you were created to fight for me. that is your purpose. ” 

         “ that cannot be...” mewtwo stands in menacing armor, glaring up at giovanni on the balcony above them. they have proven their strength, shattered every obstacle placed in front of them, lived up to their shared deal - and giovanni had the arrogance to betray them this way?  “you said we were partners. that we stood as equals! ” rage poisons their thoughts, spreading into their heart like the WILDFIRE that giovanni said they were.

          “ you were created by humans to obey humans. you could never be our equal. ” giovanni’s voice is smug and filled with superiority as he smirks down at the pokemon. “ what else could you be worth? ” he sneers, and mewtwo focuses all their rage into breaking the armor - the shackles masquerading as protection. if giovanni dies in the subsequent explosion, then so be it.

        the vision faded, though mewtwo’s harsh glare did little to mitigate the oppressive aura. if giovanni had been willing to use and betray them, who was to say that he would not do the same to james’ pokemon - or even james himself? “ i know your leader far more than you do. you would do well to pray that it remains that way, human. ”

[berserkgened]

        mewtwo had only intended to pass through this area - however it seemed that the human’s carnivine recognized them from months ago, when it had been lost and mewtwo had helped it find its trainer. it called out to them in a jovial greeting, and mewtwo had decided to humor it for a few moments - until the baby pokemon approached them, as well. even they were not as stone-hearted to leave the infant pokemon when it had taken to attempting to copy them. for the briefest of moments, the corner of their mouth twitched in a facsimile of amusement when mime jr. attempted to put on a rather stern look - their own resting expression, they assumed. carnivine’s thanks and the baby pokemon’s antics were drowned out when they heard james mention “ rocket business ”.  ( their aura must have soured considerably, as well - as mime jr. no longer seemed so playful, and carnivine seemed perplexed. )

         “ ... and it will remain that way, regardless of who arrives in spirale. ” the slight emphasis left no room to guess who they were speaking about; should they see giovanni again in this place, they would not hesitate to put a wrench in any schemes he may eventually concoct for team rocket. in the corner of their eye, they noticed mime jr. now crossing its arms - as mewtwo was currently doing. it was obvious that these pokemon loved their trainer - and mewtwo did not sense any malice from him, either. they had a feeling that even if they probed his mind they wouldn’t find any. “ ... your pokemon think highly of you. ” a pause, as they turned back to james with a scrutinizing look. “ ...and yet you still remain loyal to an organization built by a man who only views pokemon as a means to an end, at best. tools to be used, broken, and discarded at worst. ” mewtwo’s voice carried a sharp edge towards the end - not a threat towards james, but clearly personal.

        “ merely caring for your pokemon is not enough to protect them from giovanni. ”

@berserkgened​

James is truly, cross-his-heart, not trying to end up on the turf of the grumpiest deity he knows, but sometimes life is rather determined with those lemons, isn’t it? He’s just sitting and reading on the outskirts of Ophiuchus’ clearing, both of his Pokémon freely playing with the other creatures some distance away.

He looks up to check on the baby, and that’s when he catches sight of Mewtwo. Perhaps he should have expected it here, with its goal of keeping Pokémon safe…

“Well, hello, my good chap! I’ll stay out of your way - I’m not on Rocket business.” His face sinks lower into his book, though his eyes still peek over the rim. “Nobody to report to out here, anyway…”

[berserkgened]

       mewtwo watched the human’s hand fall towards their pokeball with minor annoyance on their face, but their visible irritation faded when the young man seemed to re-think his course of action. ( they were fairly certain that even with the majority of their abilities locked away, they could likely dispatch an average pokemon easily. ) they were half-expecting him to run, though even they were slightly caught off-guard by the apology for a perceived intrusion. their home was nearby, but the human didn’t need to know that.

      “ ... no. this garden is for any who wish to see it. ”  the ‘aura’ of their telepathic voice was flat and neutral - just as their expression was. in their world, it would have been an area filled with pokemon, no doubt - and perhaps mewtwo would have been a bit more protective over it for that reason, but here pokemon weren’t as common. maybe that was why they had wandered here today - in the hopes of a sense of familiarity.

         “ ... you must be a trainer with a pokedex. or a knowledgeable one. ” mewtwo had been seen often enough by humans over the years ( even though they would prefer otherwise ) that they knew certain researchers had compiled what little information there was in order to draw their own hypotheses. perhaps some were even correct. mewtwo had thought they had destroyed any relevant research and information years ago...but apparently not, judging by howard clifford’s work.

        “ i do not intend on harming you, human. you already seem far more wise than others who have approached me.  ” he wasn’t trying to catch them, anyway - which was already a point in his favor.

@berserkgened​

Out in the Garden of Ash, Cheren was examining a small Chesto Berry tree, the first of its kind that he’s seen on the island. But what has his attention now is the entity he can see through a myriad of branches and leaves– a Pokémon, and this time he’s certain.

He’s well versed in matters of Pokémon, though this is one he knows very little about– not least because it’s never been found in Unova, but also the dearth of information that exists anywhere. If there’s anything he’s meant to know about Mewtwo, it’s that he ought to be terrified.

His hand reflexively reaches towards the Pokéball at his side, but he hesitates to call Lillipup out. He shouldn’t be the first to put forth an act of aggression.

“I’m sorry,” he says, as calmly and politely as he can. “Is this place… your territory?”

[berserkgened]

        figures from mewtwo’s past seemed to be arriving in the city in more frequency now. usually, it would have filled them with a sense of bitterness - reminders of the fact that the stars could toy with their life should they deem it amusing. but this face was not wholly unwelcome. if anything, it was baffling - it had been at least over a decade since mewtwo saw them last, yet ash did not appear to have aged as much. ( though it would not be the first time the stars have toyed with timelines, either. ) mewtwo was silent for a long moment - looking at the human and their pokemon partner as if trying to gauge whether the two were real or yet another impostor.

       “ ash? ” their telepathic voice was quiet and almost gentle - though still held a cautious edge to it. mewtwo drifted closer; their aura certainly did feel like ash and pikachu’s from what mewtwo could recall. “ ...i was not expecting to see you again. ” even so, they didn’t sound displeased, either. ash was one of the very few humans that had earned mewtwo’s trust repeatedly. they were almost pleased to see them - though they wouldn’t readily admit as much. the pokemon’s posture relaxed somewhat, though - temporarily letting a fraction of their guard down. “ how...unfortunate that you have been trapped here, too. ” 

@berserkgened​

The Moon Beach was quite pretty and all, so Ash decided to do their usual thing with their Pokemon– which was to run in a race. The two of them were running at their fastest– that was until they noticed someone was watching them and Pikachu.

It was such a weird feeling, and they turned around to see whoever it was, while Pikachu kept running (not paying attention.) What they found was a figure that they haven’t thought they would see–

“… Wait– Mewtwo?“

[berserkgened]

🌀 SUBVERSION  (PT. I)  AU  MEME 🌀

To be answered by your AU selves! Send a symbol to find out…

🌴 - What’s your muse’s favorite place on the island? Where do they always go?

🌵 - What’s a place your muse avoids? A place they’ll never go?

🌾 - What does your muse usually do for dinner? Do they cook, or dine out?

🌿 - Where does your muse work? / What do they do for a living?

☘️  - What’s the highest education your muse has obtained?

🍁 - Does your muse live alone, or with family?

🍂 - Does your muse have a claim to fame? What are they known for?

🍃 - Does your muse have a reputation? (Is it good or bad?)

🍄 - Who are your muse’s friends?

🌏 - Who are your muse’s enemies?

🌙 - Does your muse ever dream of a better life?

☀️ - What are your muse’s hobbies?

🌟 - Is your muse human? Are they treated differently for it?

🌈 - What are three changes to your muse because of Subversion?

 ⚡  -  If your muse could make any wish, what would it be?

[berserkgened]

       subversion info post 

in this au, mewtwo is a human named eden. they’re in their mid 30s and they are the single parent of two toddlers, paxton and micah. ( pikatwo & meowthtwo ! ), who often have playdates with silver ( the child of @bossrocket​ ).

they had a fairly normal upbringing with their father and half-sister ( ambertwo ) and their other half-sibling, eve ( @origingened​ ). they are the youngest of all the siblings.  their father was the head of a scientific company of some sort, though when he passed away control of company was to be passed down to eve, the oldest.

at some point in time they tried to be fully independent and prove that they could fend for themself - which they were able to do, albeit through great difficulty. things took a turn for the worse when they were responsible for the twins as well and barely able to scrape by. 

things only got even more hectic and frustrating for them when eve decided to hand over control of the company to them instead - so eden was stuck raising their kids AND controlling a company & finances they never had to deal with before. oof.

unbeknownst to them, the company had ties with giovanni’s ( @bossrocket​ ) and they soon met. eden looked up to him a great deal as he knew how to handle a business and even years later currently looks up to him as a mentor and perhaps even a friend. they are also aware of and now involved in the less than legal aspects of this partnership and have a skewed moral compass now more than ever. they are content with this.

they haven’t spoken to eve in years, and are unaware of eve’s current activities.

to keep up appearances ( and maintain control over certain parts of the city ), they provide funding to several business and institutions - one of which being the university that @redlichbluelich [ barry ], @perihelionpilot [ peri ]. and @mvrderbot [rin] work at/are associated with. 

they are an extremely powerful figure in the city both financially and through sheer power alone. they aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty ( or rather, that of their employees ) and will do what it takes to stay successful. power rules the world, after all.