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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 10:17 pm
 Xero gained altitude quickly as he chased after Prisca. His eyes flashed once he gained enough height to see his target backing away from the wall. When she was in sight his hands moved in front of his chest, palms facing each other. A purple spark formed in between his palms then grew to form another dark sphere. This one burst with bolts of purple energy.
The aura on his back stretched out to form six tentacles that curled around and pointed toward the sphere in his hands. The tips of each one begun to spark with the same colors as the orb speeding its growth. They had an even odder feeling about them than Xero's behavior.
Within moments of creating the orb he launched it at Prisca. It was fortunate that in this blind rage his accuracy was not as well as it normally was. The unfortunate truth was his focus went into making the attacks more powerful and sending them quickly.
Immediately after the shot he dove toward Prisca once again. His hands lowered to his sides and tucked close to his body for less resistance. Each of his actions were quick and without pause. It was mechanical the way he moved.
The thin clouds in the sky begun to puff and blacken threatening to produce storm clouds. His mind became like a sea of thick tar, impossible to shift through and hard to see through. All he could hear was his desire to eliminate this target, win.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 10:23 am
The female Mewtwo's movements weren't as quick and mechanical as the male's, not being used to battle. Her usual Blizzard and escaping wouldn't work in this situation. Nor did she want to try and run away, in all honesty. Unless Xero had his sights set completely on defeating her, she didn't want to risk him hurting anyone else in this state of his. Even if it killed her...That was a price she-or rather her DNA-was prepared to make. Her conscious just wouldn't let her leave.
Prisca got little time to worry over the strange additions around him-and if she did, she might find something familiar about it. With his aim terribly off, she was able to easily scoot away from the orb. When it hit the water, sending up a large spray around her, she shielded her eyes for a second, trying not to get it on her glasses. Bad move, of course. When she opened her eyes, she had a few seconds to create the pink bubble and dived into the water, hoping the friction it caused would give her some sort of defensive advantage. She moved down as far as she could possible go to the bottom. The air contained in the bubble wouldn't last her very long, unfortunately.
Those...Extra appendages on the Mewtwo's back weren't something she remembered being told they could do. She supposed it was possible to bend the aura into different shapes. But it just didn't look-or feel-right. It wasn't normal.
She still didn't want to attack back, so she kept moving about under the water's surface, trying to hide in the shadows cast by the growing clouds and the depth.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:34 pm
Xero halted his pursuit just above the water's surface. The waves just barely licking the bottom of his feet as they passed by in increasing number. He looked down at the water for any sign of his target. With any sense he may have just used his mind to reach out and locate where her's was, however sense was not something he had at the moment and instead he rose in altitude once again.
Once high enough from the water he held out his hands, palms facing away from him. The shadow tentacles on his back all pointed as they had before to his hands.
The clouds above head continued to swirl and darken. Each passing moment of the two mewtwo's battle caused them to gain a more menacing appearance. Below the water Xero had focused on begun to retreat back to the ocean as a collected wave begun to form of shore. He begun to move his hands in sync with the wave before he thrust his hand to the side and in turn launched the wave at the beach.
As the wave moved he watched for any sign of Prisca emerging from the water. His hands already positioned to form another shadow ball.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 9:39 pm
Prisca didn't dare stop her moving. No matter how safe she felt underneath the waves. It was the best way she could think of to get away from Xero for the time being. At least while she had a little time to think about what to do about this. She really didn't want to attack back. Not just because she simply couldn't bare to attack him, even in self-defense. But more the fact her power were too weak in comparison. What did she hope to accomplish? Maybe a distraction. That was a big 'maybe', though.
Talking would just be pointless. She could feel, just as much as it was obvious by looking at him, that he wasn't in the right state of mind to listen. Which left another problem. Would he calm down? Would he still feel the same way about her? Still think she was out to get him? As silly a notion as that was. A Mewtwo using a Mewtwo. Honestly. The one person in the world who could understand him and he thought she was against him.
Under the waves, the female Mewtwo frowned. Only to be interrupted by the sudden shifting of the water around her. Damn that man and his foolish notions of her to all ends of the earth! Alright. If he wanted to play that way. She could still use attacks and not be offensive.
Shooting quickly out of the water, the bubble shield breaking the second she was clear enough from the water splashing, Prisca wasted little time waving her hands once in front of her. Where the bubble vanished, a thick fog formed, quickly covering the surrounding area. The female Mewtwo's eyes blinked back to purple, hopefully hiding her enough from sight this made a decent hiding spot.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 10:43 pm
As soon as he saw Prisca emerge from the water Xero fired three rapid shadow balls toward her. All small and considerably weaker than a charged one. However they were quickly engulfed in the fog and lost. Unknowing if it had struck the target or not.
Xero hovered in place a while as he scanned the fog in vein. His head looking in every direction possible, his eyes darted back and forth frantically. Nothing. It was too thick to see anything, much less something at a distance. This made him more frustrated and kindled the rage.
Xero climbed in altitude yet again, this time enough to rise just above the fog. Once he could see over it he raised his right hand to chest level than held it out. He rotated his wrist slowly as the dark aura collected thicker around the hand. Above the dark clouds grew even faster and very soon, after Xero's wrist begun the motion, did a funnel cloud appear among the dark gray clouds. A purple bolt of lightning stretched across the base of the cloud. Illuminating the land for just a moment. An ear shattering roar of thunder followed the flash promptly.
The wind below the funnel cloud begun to spiral and move upward. This motion was only visible by the motion of the fog directly under it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 9:35 am
In addition to the man not being able to see her, Prisca couldn't see Xero. Not something that particularly made her happy at the moment. He was out of his mind. Clearly not paying attention to his senses like he should be. All those attacks so far, while being very powerful, were a little too off the mark for a century old fighter. She had better aim. And she could feel him there. Sense him with the connection she had had plenty of time to get used to. Even if he hadn't been alone, she would have been able to tell his signal from the other. At least for the time being he wasn't moving.
The Mewtwo moved slowly about in the protection of the fog. It was only a simple trick. As bad as her species was with mastering the attacks of other Types-at least in comparison to the Mew whose DNA they shared-she had found a fondness for Water and Ice. It was to be expected, of course. Where she grew up, she was always by the water. Though she couldn't go outside as often as she would have liked, she could always feel it. Smell it. It reminded her of her home, to use Water and Ice moves.
And, better yet, Psychic's weren't weak to such moves. As much as Xero was using an attack they were weak to, she didn't want to hurt him back just as much as he wanted to her. He was still the same Xero she was coming to adore. Somewhere in there.
The air above her shifting broke her thoughts. She hadn't felt him move above her. Her lack of attention and his constant stubbornness was beginning to take a toil on her. A low growl came from between her purple lips. This was getting very annoying. Very annoying indeed.
"Alright, Xero. You want to play like that." It wasn't said very loudly. Just for her ears alone, not audible above a little whisper. Easily carried away on the shifting winds he was kicking up.
The purple of her eyes lighting back up with the distinctive pink, Prisca shot up and out of the fog, moving one hand towards her mouth at the same time, palm upwards. As if she were blowing him a kiss, she blew outwards, creating a quick moving breeze of ice known as Icy Wind. It was a fun move. Unfortunately, it left her a little too close to Xero for comfort. Close enough one of the strange tentacles coming from his back could easily reach out and grab her.
What was she hoping to do? Not even she knew. It was the first attack that came to her mind. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could freeze him. The coldness would certainly be a nice way to chill his mood. The chances of that, she knew however, were about as likely as her sprouting her own tentacles.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:20 am
The tornado had by now enough momentum to keep going on its own steam. Xero focused all his energy back on waiting for Prisca to emerge from the fog. As he waited he continued to mentally struggle with that voice egging his anger.on Something was off about its claims. They had made sense, yet at the same time something was wrong about them. No, Prisca had been trying to use him the whole time. Deceitful and shameful of herself she wished to use him to gain a better status to her species. She even used an illusion to try and deter him from figuring out the truth! But, that wasn't Prisca's illusion, that was of his own creation....
Before he could think anymore into this Prisca finally emerged from the fog and launched an attack at him. He had been lost in thought long enough to provide a decent distraction. He took the full force of the icy wind. The chill reaching his core and freezing his joints making movement a bit painful. His mind went back to being dead set on the lie and he at once darted for Prisca, hand stretched to grab a hold of her neck. Black bolts jumped from across its fingers as he dashed for her, no longer caring for the cold chill.
The tornado made contact with the swirling mass below to complete its form. Wind on shore picked up creating thick clouds of sand along the beach and sending some into the woods. The trees whipped around violently in turn as if struggling to run away from the oncoming danger. Xero was souly focused on getting his hands on Prisca that he let the twister lone to its own will. His own powers had kept himself from being sucked up into it, luckily for him it went hand in hand with his goal. Being sucked up into the monstrosity would pull him further from his target.
More bolts of lightning stretched across the sky. A thick downpour of rain fell from the black clouds whipped in every direction from the wind. Still Xero paid little mind to the temperamental weather. Prisca would be defeated, he would win and be rid of the threat. At least that was what the voice continually told him. She had to pay for what she did, she is no better than the scientists. The very scientists that she fled from?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:41 pm
She knew it was a bad move, the very second her hand had gone to her chin. To get that close to someone who was trying to kill you. But her hand had moved before she even realized what she was doing. And, just as expected, it didn't work the way her quick moving brain had wanted it to. This left Prisca with very little, to no, time to react before his hand made contact with her throat. Her surprise over it, along with the bolts that stung her flesh, had her gasping and unable to catch her breath very quickly.
To make matters worse, there was a small snap near her ear and the feel of the gold against her neck slipping. Slipping down to the raging waters below. Instinctively, she tried to incline her head to see it and gasped louder when her cheek was slapped with a bolt. All desire to fight back vanished. As her vision began to blur slightly with the falling water, she raised one hand to grasp Xero's wrist.
Below her, the purple tailed flicked a few times before rising up and trying to wrap itself around one of the male Mewtwo's legs.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:25 pm
Xero watched with a twisted satisfaction as Prisca struggled to stay conscious. His grip tightened slowly to prolong the suffering before he decided it would be merciful to tighten the grip all at once. From behind the black aura he was grinning in the victory. He was the strongest, he would not be used or let anyone get away from using him. The twister roared away from the two going further away out to sea yet still spraying rain everywhere in every direction. It was useless now, soon-
*snap*
Xero's focus turned from Prisca's fading eyes to the trinket falling freely. The bolts of lightning causing it to blink as it fell to the waiting jaws of the foamy waters. It didn't hit him what that was until he looked back at Prisca and readied the final blow. His free hand raised and begun to charge another shadow ball. The tail desperately trying to wrap around his leg was ignored. It was useless. It was, her locket? Xero's grip loosened and his hand lowered. What was so important about it? It was important. Why? Xero grunted as he tried to remember why it was important. The angry voice in his head growing quieter by the moment. The aura tentacles begun to disintegrate away as visible proof of this.
In a moment of frustration over the confusion he quickly cast Prisca aside to fall to her fate. From below he could hear the echo of the locket conveniently landing upon a wide rock protruding from the ocean. He looked at it, another flash of lightning causing it to blink.
Than all at once it hit him. The locket, her family, how she had told him everything of her past. Xero's eyes widened as the black aura all at once faded away. From the corner of his eye he could see Prisca and the locket.
The moment was too quick for him to notice the damage he had caused to her neck or remember the action. As quick, and with as much vigor as he had so desperately tried to end her life he dove after her using his powers to ensure he got to her in time. The shadow ball was cast aside to strike at the beach with no particular target. Prisca's locket was pushed from thought and soon a massive wave crashed on the wide rock and left nothing, not even a trace of it in its wake.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 7:36 am
The force with which she hit the water was enough to knock her out for a decent amount of time. With the sudden weather change, it was cold. Very cold. The stinging of the bolts had warmed her and the harsh chill of the water finished what her attacker had been aiming to do. The water below was deep enough that she didn't strike the bottom upon impact. That was one of the few pieces of goodluck in this entire mess.
Prisca could feel herself falling. Or, at least, the sense of falling was all around her. But she couldn't open her eyes. As much as she felt it was something very important to do, she just couldn't. The feel of...Something was around her legs. It was soft. Like swimming near the bottom of a body of water that was covered in scarfs for water plants at the bottom. Her hands grasped for something around her...And found nothing. She felt alone. Very alone and cold.
And there were voices. Very faint. Like someone was calling her from across a field on a very windy day. Straining her ears, she tried to hear. There was nothing else she could do. Her mind was blank on where she was and why she was there.
"Do you like that, little miss Mewtwo? It's the water. You can hear it every morning when you wake. We are close to the water. When you get out, I'll show you!"
That one little voice stood out amongst the others. Made her feel both sad and happy to hear it, again. They always lived by the ocean. She wondered if they still did. If they were still there.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 10:44 pm
Xero plunged into the water moments after her impact. His arms stretched toward her quickly as he snatched her from the water, scooping her up carefully yet quickly in his arms. He than held her very close as he darted back out of the water and away from the battle torn beach. It didn't seem safe any more. Trees now cluttered the beach along with many fragments of rocks and some pokemon who had not been quick enough to escape. Not to mention the waves were still hammering away at the sand as if with fierce determination to bring it all back to the ocean with it. The tornado Xero had created begun to fade away, however the storm remained and continued to pour incredible amounts of rain over the ocean and beach.
There was no focus on these things though. Xero instead looked down at Prisca, shaking her as much as he would deem safe. "Ms. Prisca? Ms. Prisca!" He repeated several times hoping she would wake up soon. It brought comfort that her mental signal was still there, though not very much.
It wasn't until the third shake or so that he noticed her neck. His pupils dilated as his eyes widened. His lips thinned as it all came rushing back to his memory as a train into a thick brick wall. No matter how hard he tried he could not pull his gaze away from the proof of what he had done just moments ago.
Below there was a nice clearing in the forest, unaffected by their brawl. The trees surrounded a lush green patch of earth with scattered colors of the forest flowers just starting to bloom. It was an ideal spot, though Xero was so shocked by this event he was left hovering in the air high above this spot just staring. Her locket was gone too. The one thing she held dear and it was gone. And it was his own doing.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:27 pm
Trapped within her mind, Prisca was unaware of the world around her. Nothing could penetrate her, tucked away safely within the past. She felt neither the cold nor the wet. Nor the feel of another body against her, protecting her from the raging elements all around them. Where not too long ago, the voice would have been answered within seconds, it now went ignored. Completely unheard in the woman's little cocoon of the past. The comforting past.
The only voice she could hear, was the same sweet sound she heard while enclosed in the velvety feel of the water.
"....But you won't be like that one. At least that's what Dad says. Not that what that one did was wrong. The bad people who made it were. If only they could learn from mistakes..." There was a soft sound, like the sound of tiny hands pressing against glass. "You must never think like them. It would be nice if you two could meet. Maybe you could give it what it never got. Poor thing..."
The purple tail slumped across the edge of the not-so-pretty-anymore brown dress twitched a few times before instinctively retreating back inside the woman's gown. It coiled inside, much like a snake resting under a bright sun. With a little groan, Prisca moved her head further against the comforting presence, reaching up with one hand to cup the side of her head. The memories of the actions before were slow to register in her brain. But once they did, her eyes shot open and her hand went instantly to her neck, where there was no feel of the gold she always wore there. A look of surprise came across her face, soon replaced with anger and that same hand that desperately sought for her only link to her past was brought up sharply against the other Mewtwo's face. Even the heat of anger didn't last long. The hand which struck him slide down to clutch at his shirt while she buried her face in his chest, sobs shaking her shoulders for the first time in a very long time.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 10:53 pm
Xero had regained himself in time to catch Prisca's eyes shooting open. However, before he could even start to inquire of her state of being he was struck sharply across the cheek. His jaw tightened and he remained looking in the direction the slap had pushed him too. The action was just, more than just. She had every right to feel so and he would be lucky she had not done more. Everything of the fight was coming back, and even a little before. Those words, why would he have said such a thing?
There was nothing he could say or do to comfort her at this point. The sobbing was more salt to the wound. 'It would be alright' or even 'I'm sorry' would have been appropriate to say at the moment, however the words would not come. His lips still thinned as he continued to replay the event in his mind. He wanted to killer her and nearly succeeded in doing so... after all she had done for him.
Xero had a strong disgust for himself as he hovered in place holding Prisca. This only proved what he had always thought to be true, he could not trust himself to be around Prisca, or anyone else for that matter. Everything had been looking good until now. He took a deep breath before using teleport. Seconds later they would be an inch from the floor in Prisca's living room, just by the couch. He gently set himself down so he could walk the short distance to it. Very carefully, and slowly, he lay Prisca on the couch mindful of whatever other wound he may have inflicted. He than carefully withdrew his arms from around her as he started to stand.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 7:57 am
The sudden jolt of the Teleport was enough to make the woman stop crying. At least loudly. Warm, fresh tears still ran down her cheeks, but she uttered not a sound anymore. Not even as she was lowered to the couch. She could not feel it. She had no idea where they were. Nor cared. Her last link to the past was gone and she felt like her world had been plunged into darkness. With all her hopes and comfort gone.
No. That wasn't totally true. In amongst her mental suffering, there was one ray of light that kept her warm enough to be somewhat aware of the surroundings. And when that light started to pull away, she refused to let go. Still clinging desperately to Xero's shirt.
Despite all that he'd done and all that had gone on earlier, Prisca felt no fear or hatred towards the man. She didn't want him to go and leave her alone. Again. She couldn't bare it after finally finding him. The only person who she could relate to and relate back.
And so she held on. Sitting up on her couch, her tail flopped over the side and the tip resting on the cold floor. She didn't look up at him, but kept her eyes at chest level. Even if she wanted to look up that far, her throat hurt. The rest of her body was a dull ache, not used to battling for her life. Or battling in general.
"Xero...." she whispered, tightening her grip on his shirt. Her voice held nothing but sadness. It hurt her throat to speak more than just his name.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 12:40 pm
Xero had to halt in his motion, he could hear the worn fabric on his shirt beginning to tear as he lifted away and she yet remained attached. He looked down at her as she spoke him name. The words, how sad they were. It caused him to shutter inwardly. It was a hard blow to the heart to hear such a tone. He had caused it single handedly himslef. The disgust only grew. She had trusted him, and even now it would seem as though she still did. After everything he had done to her. She had been kind and- Xero's train of thought shifted to the other three times he attacked her or caused her some injury. Her foot... and that wasn't the first time he tried to strangle her.
He tried to back away again, the fabric quietly protested the movement. Xero paused again.
'I'm sorry' he wanted to speak to convey this apology, though in comparison the term would seem meaningless to the actions. Words were still choked in this throat preventing passage of even the simplest of them. All he could do is look at her sorrowfully and wish that things had been different. Why she would still want him there he did not know, but he could not stay regardless. He had proven himself a danger time and time again. Each time only building up to the inevitable. He was a weapon and would serve no other purpose. Even to those he cared about.
Xero placed his hands on Priscas as he stood up once again. The shirt groaned than finally gave way where she had been holding on. He released his hands from her's as he backed away to a distance his teleport would not accidentally drag her with him. Than in the next moment he was gone.
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