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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:59 am
Xero had had two months now to think to himself and dwell on past events. Not just the ones with Prisca, but everything. How he had created an imaginary friend that fooled everyone, including himself to an extent. How he had lost the real Trinity by not being able to protect her. The thoughts of the man that had taken her away and how dark they were. It was as if he had carried out the deed himself. All of these thoughts continued to ware him down.
He opened an eye to glance around the quiet cave. The roar of the ocean far above them could be heard as if it wanted to tear away the ceiling of cave and violently reclaim this space for its own. It was a wonder how this room had managed to stay in somewhat good condition. Doors were destroyed and it did look far from it's perfect self, but it was still a room. When the lab was still intact it was far below the surface. Perhaps it was built with a collapse or his powers in mind in mind? Rocks had filled in what gaps were destroyed by him over a century ago preventing the salty water's entry. His gaze lingered on one of the skeletons on the opposite side of the room. That one had been wounded the most, with good reason. It's skull still cracked and covered with the glass it was struck with. Ribs were cracked and its arm had been completely severed along with its leg. Xero's attack was primarily focused on him. The "father" of the operation. Though, Xero would have easily considered the convict who donated the DNA more of a father. Trin, he only spoke of her as his 'mother' because she was the only one in this facility that did not see him as some dangerous tool. There was no blood relation, none of her DNA was used in his creation. Deep down he really saw her more of a friend but still used the other term out of respect.
Xero took a deep breath as he closed his eyes once again. He felt weak. By now his beard had grown long and his hair longer. All things he had ignored. If it was not for his instinctual drive to survive he would have already let himself completely waste away into nothing. He hunted enough to keep himself just from loosing all strength. But still returned to the warped cylinder construct in the center of the cave, what was left of his creation test tube, and leaned against it. And continued to think of past events. Prisca coming to mind more than the others.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 7:11 pm
Prisca stayed hovered over the giant crater for what felt like hours, but was actually more like 30 minutes. She was chewing her bottom lip as she often did when she was thinking about something serious. How to go about this...Just barging on in probably wasn't the best action, considering on the terms of his departure. She wasn't sure what exactly she'd find. She'd gone over every possibility in her mind so much, she was sure she could handle whatever was down there. It wasn't like he had gone to his death. The signal was still there at the back of her mind. She didn't recall it being quite like this before, though. It felt a little...Weaker than she remembered. Xero always gave off a rather strong one. Stronger than hers, she was sure. This was only one of the many reasons for the lip biting.
He wouldn't be able to sense her. He shouldn't know she was here at all, unless he heard, smelled, or saw her. But he shouldn't smell her, either. Before leaving the house, she had neglected a few of her rituals. No perfume, no make-up. Even if the latter only consisted of lipstick. At least her hair was brushed. And she couldn't mismatch her clothes if she tried. Only so much you could do wrong with a dress and shoes.
For a moment, one hand reached to her neck as it had done often in the past few months. Mostly out of habit when she felt alone. Her hand clasped around the indigo stone she had only put on when her destination was coming too close for comfort. It didn't take the place of her locket. Nothing would. Save one thing. And that was what she was here to reclaim.
Dropping her hand and moving the shawl to cover her bare shoulders, she sighed. No point staying up in the air all day. The stone never showed her how to get into the cave, so there was really only one way in. For all she knew, it could be closed off completely from the rest of the ocean
Upon entry deep below the ocean, the Mewtwo woman was met with nothing but darkness. She still hovered above the ground, not trusting what could be waiting for her. Though, with Xero not exactly wearing shoes, she supposed it couldn't be too dangerous. His signal was closer, almost directly in front, but not in the same room as her. Good. She got that right. Now...About this darkness...
Palm towards the ceiling, Prisca made a little pink flame in her hand to see by, only now dropping down to the floor. Ignoring the scenery, she went straight for her target, her heart pounding a little faster in anxiety with each step. Her heels clicked on the floor, the little flame casting an almost eerie light on everything. If it wasn't, you know...Pink.
Reaching the doorway of the room she knew Xero to be, she stood in it, her purple eyes focused on him alone. Whether she was happy, or sad, or even angry to see him was unsure. Her face betrayed nothing.
"Hello, Xero."
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 1:29 am
As promised, Xero was completely unaware of Prisca's presence. He continued to be still when she entered the room. His eyes had shut again before her entry so he could drift to yet another meaningless sleep. His tail curved a wide semi-circled a ways from his feet.
At the sound of her voice his eyes shot open with a feint glow among the dark. Sparks jumped from his fingers as they twitched. How? He wondered in vein how she had managed to come so close without him knowing. Much less how she had managed to find where he had been hiding.
Without a word his form begun to distort as he quickly prepared a teleport. The dark stone than started vibrate slightly as a shadowy chain shot fourth and briefly wrapped around Xero. He winched and groaned at the feel of the chains. What was this? Immediately the distortion stopped and Xero remained where he was. Xero tried to teleport two more times before he was certain the move was completely useless. He slumped a bit than looked back at Prisca.
"Leave me be...." He spoke, his fatigue obvious in his tone.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 11:35 am
If Prisca was surprised by the little trick the necklace could do, she barely showed it. One foot was posed to back up in surprise, but she stayed where she was and moved it to take a step further into the room. Or what was left of one. Certainly very different from the room she had her own beginning. Although the structure behind Xero wasn't very different. If she wasn't facing the difficult dilemma of attempting to get the stubborn man to follow her back to Unova, she would be very interested in looking around. To stand in something from history. More so to stand in Xero's past and memories.
Taking a few more steps until she was a foot in front of him, the woman lowered the little flame so it was suspended in the air at a good height to see what she needed to see. With her hands free, she folded them behind her back, the shawl slipping to hang at the crook of each elbow.
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen," she responded, trying to keep her voice impassive, if not a little dominate. Just the sight of him was hard enough on her without the added bonus of what the necklace could do if he tried anything. But it couldn't be helped. If she took it off, it would be a wild goose chase for who knows how long. She couldn't afford to stay in Kanto for more than was needed. "So you may as well just sit there and listen to me instead of constantly running away like a scolded puppy. I didn't travel all the way here just to go back empty handed. You may call me foolish and ignorant if you wish. But no matter what you say, I'm not going to think any differently of you than the first time I found you by the ocean. There is a kind soul in you. You just refuse to let yourself believe me. And I know perfectly well I'm dealing with over a hundred years of 'monster' ideals drilled into your head."
Shifting her weight, Prisca tilted her head to one side, like she was curious about something in front of her that needed further inspection. "I'm the last person in the world you need keep pushing away for fear I'll be taken away and leave you alone, again. Don't forget I know how that feels. And, yes. I may have died that day, but that wasn't you. That wasn't even the 'monster' hidden within you. That was something else. Something that wouldn't let my words that day sink in, though I could see they were for a moment."
"You can't keep running from your problems. The part of you that you fear will always be there. So you may as well give in and enjoy life. Everyone deserves that. All your actions of the past have an understandable reason."
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 4:51 pm
Xero's lips thinned as he listened to Prisca's words. All of it true, but that didn't make it any easier to listen to. His tail whipped at the ground a few times as he struggled to stand. He let her words hang in the air without response for a short time. How could she not understand why he had left? He was a danger to her. Last time he had seen her he nearly succeeded in his blood thirsty ambition. Every moment he was perfectly capable of thought, though mostly lead by rage and instinct. Or so he certain. He could remember the fight, but not the blind rage.
He struggled to correct himself to at least a decent posture, though his fatigue still obvious in the way he slumped a little. It was a mewtwo's pride to try and not appear so weak in front of another. Though, strangely he could not mentally sense the other. Part of him was beginning to convince himself he had created another illusion. Her mental feel was familiar enough he could only sense it out of memory, as he had with Trinity's illusion before.
"And should you not be so lucky next time it would happen? You keep mentioning you see a 'kind soul' before you. A kind soul would not have been so cruel. I was aware of what I was doing with every strike." Though only partially true, his attacks would have been more accurate had he been fully of his normal mind. "Look what is around you. No one who was present in the lab that day survived... A kind soul would have shown mercy."
His hands balled into fists. "Now be gone. I have no more need of illusions to plague me." He spoke, certain now this had to have been an illusion. His own words convincing him Prisca would not have been so reckless.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 7:13 pm
The woman's eyes widened for a moment at the last words before unfolding her arms to pick up her skirt off the dirty ground. Her purple eyes didn't look around her at his suggestion, but stayed locked onto his equally purple ones. Illusion? lllusion, indeed! This was something she expected, as well. The lack of mental sensing would be a huge warning sign to anyone capable of creating such manifestations. Still, it didn't make the blow of being called one any lighter.
Spying his tail, she raised one foot to press down on it so it couldn't keep moving about, meaning to create a realistic ounce of pain for the male. She was sure to keep the heel of her shoe firmly on the ground and not on him. Illusions couldn't physically hurt you. Though she tried not to make it cruel. Prisca could see he was weak and didn't wish to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was. No matter how difficult he was being.
"I'm sorry," she answered, her tone of voice betraying her lack of patience for this. "Does this feel like an illusion? Or have you been creating my image without my knowledge this whole time? I'm as real as you. And I know where I'm to. You can't compare this to now. They deserved what they got for trying to create and use another living soul for their selfish means."
With that out of her system, Prisca moved to his other side, her face softening back to its usual expression. "You can't be an angel all the time. What's the point of living if you do it alone? Life is about risks. I'd rather spend my long life with you. Dangers and all. At least than I'd be happy. So would you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:15 am
Xero did not even glance at his tail when Prisca acted. It only pinched a little, but not enough to even draw a wince. His focus remained locked on her eyes as he tried to see past what he thought was an illusion or trick of some kind. At times when he begun to fall asleep he had 'accidentally' created illusions of her, but they never stayed very long nor said a word to him.
"If you are no illusion, than why can I not sense her? I had memorized Ms. Prisca's mental signal, it would be impossible for me to forget it in any length of time." Xero's brows furrowed as he spoke. He was still convinced this had to be a trick. "Now, be gone, this is your last warning."
Xero's tail pulled from under the foot and moved to be still behind him, raised in the typical Mewtwo fashion. He had heard of a Pokemon that could hide its true form and look exactly like another. Because this was a dark type it would be near impossible to read its mental signal. Though why one would have studied him and Prisca only to torment him now would seem curious. Perhaps some form of sick revenge? Xero at this point didn't care for the reason. He wanted it gone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 11:55 am
Prisca would feel touched by the slight show of caring that was written unintentionally in the memorizing of her signal...If she wasn't mad at him for running away in the first place. If anything, it fueled her anger. At the moment, she couldn't see that, because he cared, he left. It wasn't often she got so angry at people. And being an emotional person, it was over-riding her logic a little.
The threat, however, she recognized quickly. If Xero was bent on thinking she was an illusion and she didn't proof to him she wasn't, she had little doubts he would try something to get her out of his sight. If the necklace would protect against a direct attack was unknown to her. The bigger worry on her mind was him tiring himself out more than he already was. His stubbornness coupled with the drives that went into Mewtwo weren't a good combination in this situation.
"Fine," the woman sighed, again, raising her hands to push aside the hair at the back of her neck and undo the clasp of the necklace. She pulled it away from her neck only enough for the powers it held to stop working in accordance to her thoughts. And only enough time for her signal to appear before putting it back around her neck. Just in case the mae decided to take advantage of this to escape. "Satisfied, now?"
"Illusions cannot hurt you, Xero. Do I need to slap you, again?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 12:03 am
When Prisca removed the necklace Xero's fists loosened as his eyes widened just slightly. He almost seemed disappointed when the feeling vanished as the necklace was fastened once again. His tail made a small twitch.
"... It would depend on the type of illusion." His eyes narrowed. Perhaps there was a way for the ghost or dark type to change their mental signal for a quick moment? Or maybe that's what that strange stone did? It had an oddly familiar feel to it. Xero's upper lip curled slightly just barely revealing the tips of the fangs he retained from his former poke'mon form. The thought was driving him insane, some low life creature would have nothing better to do than hunt him down and play terrible tricks?
"But it makes no difference." Xero growled as his hands rose to an attack position. Both palms faced each other as black bolts begun to jump from his fingers. However, before an orb could form between his hands the black stone around Prisca's neck pulled in the bolts and forced them back at their creator almost as quickly as they had formed.
It was not what he had expected and had only enough time to raise an arm in defense. Luckily it was only a minor shot of his own aura and not the shadow attack, which would have been more than just a sharp sting to his skin.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:20 am
Prisca's lip likely curled, into an angry almost-snarl. Most uncharacteristic of her. A small growl came from her throat to accompany the new expression for her. Xero was just impossible. Utterly impossible. Of course, if she was anything but emotional right now, she'd come to the conclusion that this place was pretty far out. Nearly invisible to the rest of the world. Of course he was so set on thinking she was an illusion or a Pokemon in disguise. And with his kind of past, there were Pokemon who would have vendetta's against him.
Balling her own hands into fists at her side, the female stomped a heeled foot on the ground and nearly yelled," I am not an illusion!" at the same time the necklace choose to demonstrate more of its tricks. The anger was wiped off her face to be replaced with surprise. She backed up a little, her reflex nearly taking the necklace off before he ended up hurting himself trying to hurt her. That wouldn't be a smart move, though, and she lowered her hands back to her sides.
"Only proves why I'm wearing this." Prisca's voice was back to it's usual calmness, despite the still angry feelings raging within her. She was made to be docile. Not to go around cursing at everyone who got on hr nerves. Stepping closer, she knelt down to brush her fingers against the other's cheek before stabbing him in the chest with a fingertip. "Enough with the foolishness, Xero. I found you. Deal with it. Now if I could have a conversation without you going Mewtwo on me, that would be appreciated." Not that she knew what she wanted to say besides what she already did. That he didn't listen to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 6:52 pm
The fur on Xero's tail bristled as Prisca jabbed her finger into his chest. Whatever this thing was was either very bold or incredibly stupid. With a low growl he forced the finger away from him by the back of his hand. He was certain still that this was not Prisca before him. There was no doubt in his mind that she would not have sot him out. Not after what had happened.
"You appear to me, make demands, are disrespectful and have the audacity to mock, disgrace-" His eyes begun to glow pale blue. "-one of the few beings I have cared for. Illusion, hallucination, trick, I do not care. You will not have my time."
He lifted his hands bringing up a wall of the steel and rock flooring with it crating a barrier between him and Prisca. The room begun to shake slightly, knocking small bits of debris from the ceiling to the floor. Not enough to form a threat of the ocean above flooding into the room.
Xero's palms spread as he pulled his arms back than slowly moved them forward again. "Leave me be." He growled, near gasped, and begun to move the wall to push Prisca away.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 7:51 pm
The woman's patience was slowly decreasing the more he refused to see what was in front of his face. With little hesitation, Prisca teleported to the other side of the oncoming wall, back to Xero's side. She undid the necklace, letting her shawl slip from her shoulders to the dirty ground below where she placed the necklace so she wouldn't have to search around for it. With that out of the way, she floated up to his level, anger quite evident in her face, and pointed a finger a few inches from his face.
"I am demanding because you're being a child," she snapped, the hand not pointed at him flexing the fingers in and out of a fist, resisting the urge to grap him. Or slap him. Or strangle. Whatever her hands happened to do. It was a risk taking off the necklace, but like most times before, she didn't seem to care about her well being. Or whether he decided to take the advantage of getting away. If he realized it was the necklace preventing escape. "Running away and hiding like you're afraid of a scolding. You didn't ask how I felt about it. I ought to strangle you for doing that to me. Do you not understand how worried you had me?"
Not quite yelling, each word was strained with her obvious frustrations. To add to it, she reached out to grab his tail with the intentions of tugging it, whispering," I will drag you back by this if I have to."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 11:02 pm
Xero whipped around to face Prisca when she reappeared. His hands readied to perform the trick again. The wall that had been surging to push Prisca away collapsed and another begun to form between the two, however, it stopped before it even reached a half a foot than collapsed. Xero's eyes widened and the glow vanished. He briefly looked at the stone before returning his focus to Prisca. Was it really her? Or a trick? It felt like her, but a second ago...
He was too distracted to pull his tail back when Prisca took hold of it. It didn't even so much as twitch. The only movement was the soft fur returning to normal.
"... " Words would not pass his lips for a moment. He wasn't sure what to think now. If it was her why didn't it feel like her a moment ago? Luckily for Prisca he was both too tired and mentally unfocused to simply teleport away. He hadn't even focused on her last words.
"How-" He started than shook his head. His right hand moved to rest on his forehead as if trying to quell a migraine. "No, no more tricks, no more illusions." There could have been no way she knew where this place was. If this wasn't a another pokemon, it had to be his own mind playing tricks on him again, creating realistic illusions from his memories. Part a lack of nutrition and part trying to avoid his deepest fear had to be the cause of this.
Xero closed his eyes and looked away in hopes the illusion would just vanish if he 'focused' on reality once more.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:20 am
Sighs. More sighs. She was doing an awful lot of that today, wasn't she?
Letting go of Xero's tail, Prisca changed her direction in the air slightly, so she was directly in front of him. With both hands, she cradled his face, keeping hers nearly close enough to touch his nose with hers.
"Listen to me," she whispered, emphasizing each word. "I am not an illusion. Nor a trick or hallucination. It was the necklace, you goof. It hid me and holds you to my presence. And showed me where you were. I've been looking and worrying over you for over two months. You don't need to hide away. Please get that through your thick skull."
"I can touch you. How is that an illusion? Pokemon who can change their shape can't teleport."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 11:58 pm
Xero opened his eyes at the feel of Prisca's hands on his face. At first, his eyes were full of disbelief. He was staring right into Prisca's eyes trying to convince himself further that it was only an illusion. The mind can easily trick the body into thinking that it can feel something that is not actually there, however, there was a slight difference in the actual contact and the one puled from the mind. A point he, at the moment, did not feel like bringing up.
The mental voice trying to convince him that this was nothing more than a desperate illusion soon gave up and Xero was forced to submit to the fact, this was really no illusion.
He remained still as a statue, not moving to remove Prisca's hands from his face or even dart away. Though his current state of being would have hardly allowed him to get very far.
There were a few questions he had on mind specifically about the strange accessory, where did she get such a trinket, why trick him with it, why did he feel a feint 'other' presence as he tried to teleport away and had the attack launched back at him? All good questions, but the only words to leave his mouth in the form of a quiet whisper were; "But you were safe..."
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