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One of the least understood Pokemon has to be the infamous Mewtwo, but who could he possibly go home with in this event that could satisfy him? He refused to go up for Auction, or into a Raffle, or show up in any regular event. So, Mewtwo's hosting his own event for his own 'home' - and I'm warning you this Psychic Pokemon is a force to be reckoned with.

The Deal
Mewtwo will be certed, assuming he finds someone he can live with. However, Mewtwo will be, in many ways, an NPC. He's his own character, and will (unfortunately...) remain that way. Good luck convincing him to do anything you want to, though. But don't worry, he'll be around when you don't want him to be, honest!

Is there a reason for him only being able to be roleplayed by the shop? Yes, actually. There's a really good RP plot point that will be hit later on that Mewtwo will be needed in. He's also an incredibly strong Pokemon character, and therefore a very strong Kyn, and his power must be controlled. He juts needs a really short leash, and I'm afraid what would happen while trying to hand his leash over.

General
Mewtwo will see you all one-on-one, and if you want to send in your rider or your Kyn, he won't argue. But only one at a time. You may roleplay your rider and any or all Kyn interacting with Mewtwo simultaneously, but they will be isolated from one another. Besides, he's a Psychic Pokemon, he can be in many places at once.

The Bribe
Mewtwo has a flat 'adoption' rate (more like a bribe for this semi stuck-up guy), of 4,000. In addition, he is growing. Which means that, yes, when he's a hatchling he'll be semi-dependent on his rider and, if plausible, other den mates. I'd encourage you to be prepared to roleplay. ^.^

Setting
It was nightfall, and for this single span of night he had agreed to meet with others of his 'kind' and these riders. So he waited, up in the mountains where the fir trees were sparse and the night wind ripped across exposed skin. Waiting, and biding his time.

((He is growing, and this roleplay is important and does count, and it'll all make sense later. Or not, and it just makes senes to me because I'm already crazy. XD))

He had felt the human presence approaching long before the man became visible to the limitations of the eyes, and even when he spoke Mewtwo did not turn around to look at him. There really was no need to. Why did you come here? The question was far more a statement, maybe even bordering on a demand, and the thought-speech crashed against the other like a wave - he had incredible magic to push an unbonded link that like.

His purple tail coiled slowly behind him, uncoiling and recoiling again as time passed. The end floated above the ground, held there as if the appendage weighed nothing or very well was independent of the planet's gravitational forces.

He turned his head very faintly to look at Jay as he seated himself, his face devoid of emotions while his eyes flickered with an intense hatred aimed at nothing and everything. You invite yourself here and make rash demands. You are the one who should be answering questions. He was still feral, no matter his ease with the human language and his seemingly docile nature. Both of those things could change on a whim, which ferals were prone to have.

But it was hard to think that this wingless, odd Kyn was in a situation to hurt anything. Half of him screamed one thing and the other proclaimed another. Certainly, at least, he wasn't a physical fighter like most ferals - without magic. That, however, was all the more strange. Ferals didn't learn magic.

((Cherry, I apologize vastly for these short posts. I can promise in a more real RP situation, he'd have far more to say and do, but we are a little pressed for time methinks))

The more Jay seemed to enjoy himself, the edgier the feral Kyn became. He was much like his brethren in that respect, not enjoying human company and perhaps even having trouble understanding humans in general. But then, of course, why had he called this meeting for humans, out in the open, where he was unprotected?

Why are you here? The mind-voice cracked sharply, the creature's back still to Jay and his attention farther away than even the visible stars that were beginning to peek through the rays of the setting sun.

The question just might have been fairly redundant, but he asked it anyway. Out of all the questions that Jay had probably answered in his lifetime, it also just might have been the most important.

((Cherry, if you're the only one that's posted by the Sunday after Thanksgiving, you've got him. We can continue the RP as needed past that date, however. ^.^))

Mewtwo's tail lashed, and he snorted. Friends? Is that the best reason you can come up with, human? His tone, even his mental one, seemed laced with hatred. Whether it was the truth or not, it offered an outlet for the other's anger. This one was a very dangerous feral Kyn, despite its ability to speak through a mind link without a bond.

Doing what you want to do is a better choice than doing it to make new friends. That is a silly notion.

((This RP, as you asked, can be long or short, depending on what happens. ^.^; So I can't really give you a good timeline idea for it.))

His tail flicked again, and he smiled faintly, though the motion was all teeth and little gentleness. To see if you humans were worth saving. The question, of course, was from what. Was this feral by himself a threat to the Kyn, or was there something else out there? If he had power enough to project his mind into someone else's without knowing their language as a bonded Kyn would, what else was he capable of?

He chuckled - the noise reverbrating in Jay's mind and not his ears. It was an eerie sound, regardless of what its source was.

Disaster is inevitable in this illusion of paradise. You riders, you war with the humans and the ferals here. How long do you think it would be before someone more powerful than you decided to put a stop to it? You will be lucky if there is a place and a you left to live in the end.

Perhaps he was trying to scare Jay off, but his words were not a laughing matter even if they were said in jest.

The gargoyle turned away from staring at the night sky, walking away from the edge of the cliff, but not down the path that Jay had come from. The way this feral went was overgrown with brush, which he oddly seemed to pass through without disturbing.

If the feral gargoyle hadn't wanted Jay to follow him, he said nothing to deter the man. On the other side of the underbrush, the mountain's cliff face loomed overhead. It was covered in vines, and the underbrush was pushed up against it in many places. But Mewtwo didn't pause, merely moved right through a particularly dense patch of overgrowth, leaving it undisturbed behind him. There was a cave, or else the Kyn could materialize through rock walls.

If Jay followed, five paces from the underbrush covering, there was a small fire lit that cast strange shadows against the walls, but provided enough light for even a human to see by. The only strange thing about the fire was that it had no wood or brush underneath it, and no pit surrounding it; it simply sat, burning, of its own accord.

Mewtwo halted and turned to face Jay, the fire between them. In the lowlight, the gargoyle's hunching form, crowded into the small cave, was even more menacing. It was almost like the mongoose had just dove into the cobra's den without the element of surprise on his side.