[Action] Forward dated to tomorrow. APPARENTLY.

[psychic_supremecy]

[Mewtwo had heard of a memorial service to be held in the wake of the vanishing of the Pokemon that had inhabited the city, but he didn't have his hopes up. He had shown up early, creating an illusory construct of an old man, cloaked in a simple brown robe sitting on a nearby bench to hide himself as he watched. The turnout was... better than Mewtwo had expected, and the ceremony itself was... nice.]

[Even so, he couldn't help but feel... cheated, in a way.]

[Even after the ceremony, the old man lingers, staring at the spot where the archway had once stood, the necklace denoting him as an immigrant to Genessia being the only thing that sets him apart from the crowd. What do you do? Do you approach the unblinking old man?]

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[ifbymyhands]

*Poor old guy. Kano shakes her head as she comes over to him.*

It's kinda sad. Everyone really cared.

[psychic_supremecy]

[An uncharacteristically low voice emanates from the old man, though his facial hair barely moves.]

Did they? Or did they simply covet the power represented by the creatures?

[ifbymyhands]

Someone's bitter. People don't need to steal their power. It's just good to have a friend.

[psychic_supremecy]

And yet none of them truly comprehended what it was they stumbled onto.

[ifbymyhands]

That happens all the time. Why? What is it that people don't understand?