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[psychic_supremecy]

[It had been some time since Mewtwo was active in the city proper, having come to the city more out of curiosity than anything. It was surprising how fast the damage to the city had been repaired, considering the scope of the damage, it would have taken normal humans far longer without the aid of Pokemon, prompting a rather intensive investigation that turned up... nothing. He had reached his wits end, really. In a last ditch effort to try to unravel this mystery, he sought out a quiet place to meditate. Maybe that would help in his efforts.]

[The spot he chose was near the Library, the mental calm and studious nature the building seemed to foster of its inhabitants proving to be rather soothing to the psychic. He hovered a few feet off the ground as a blue sphere engulfed him. He crossed his legs and wrapped his tail around into his lap, closing his eyes for a moment. When they opened again, they shone a brilliant blue, his consciousness expanding and focusing on the ground, seeing if he could detect any irregularities in the place itself.]

[As he meditates, anything nearby will begin to orbit him. Dirt, grass clippings, water from a fountain nearby, all of it begins to orbit him, making the creature stand out that much more, as if he were replicating a model atom on a larger scale.]

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[soundmind]

[Not that it's strange for Maka to be anywhere near a library, staying in the Garden Park Apartments was good for exactly that.

What is strange is the pulse of power that she feels before she sees anything. Her perception reaches out in response, questioning the wavelength--who are you? What comes back to her is power, inhuman power, laced with fear and pain--it feels almost like a wounded animal and it's all Maka can do to resist breaking into a sprint to find the thing immediately. First she figures out where it is, she brings out her soul's force as a shield as she approaches. She doesn't want to get overwhelmed by the unknown wavelength, after all.]

[soundmind]

[Whatever Maka was expecting, though...it wasn't what looks to be actually an animal.

It's out of surprise more than the need to relax that she drops the shield, flickers of incandescent feathers flitting away into nothingness. Anybody else would see a regular teenage girl circling around a living model of an atom. To Maka, it's examining this odd psychic pull--careful to give it a wide berth so she doesn't get pulled in. Yes, this is definitely the source of that power, yes, she still feels the fear and pain, yes, whatever it is has great psychic ability--possibly more so than even Kid.]

...Hello?

[psychic_supremecy]

[He feels Maka's presence as she approaches but pays it no mind at first. There were dozens of humans milling about, after all, and he was focused on his task. However, when she decided to strike up a conversation, he decided it would be impolite for a potential guardian of Fayren to just ignore her.]

[He blinks again, eyes returning to the non-glowing purple, as the orbiting bits of debris simply fell as the blue sphere vanished and he set his feet on the ground, stretching his tail for a moment before finally addressing Maka.]

Can I help you?

[soundmind]

[Things Maka has had experience with: talking animals.

Things Maka has not had experience with: animals talking in her head. She winces for a moment, pressing a hand to her brow, then shakes it off.]

Um...sorry to bother you, but I sensed your soul and all the power you were putting out and came to see if you were in trouble.

[psychic_supremecy]

[He narrows his eyes a moment, his tail thumping the ground behind him almost as if to make himself a bit more imposing. He wasn't sure what he was dealing with here... the girl showed no psychic ability, latent or otherwise, not even the type used by Mediums in his own world. And yet she could sense his soul? He wasn't going to let his guard down for now.]

I am more than capable of taking care of myself. ...Yet I find myself curious as to how a human that has no psychic abilities could simply sense my power, let alone my soul.

[soundmind]

I can't make things float or communicate through my mind, but I can sense souls and the magnitude of power that they put out, as well as their emotional state. I feel their "sound" in my own soul, I can see them too.

["Yours felt distressed" is what she would say if she didn't feel like this creature is liable to lash out. An animal that's fearful and in pain is very dangerous.]

It's empathic, to use an old term.

[psychic_supremecy]

[He cocked his head slightly, taking stock of Maka and her ability. Physically, she was an average human girl, nothing to worry about. Mentally, she possessed no overt powers either that he could detect. There was nothing out of the ordinary that he could see... so why did he feel so inclined to believe her? Perhaps it was her body language... unyielding yet... non-threatening.]

And empath... there are few in my world that possess that ability... to take the burdens of others onto themselves... to understand without misconception. However... they are not human.

[Something about this whole conversation felt off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. If she could see his soul, what did she see? What had she felt?]

If you can 'hear' my song, then tell me, Ms. Audino... what did you hear?

Watch out Mewtwo! Potential hugs and warm fuzzies incoming!

[koishi_komeiji]

With the immense psychic presence Mewtwo was giving off, it was inevitable that someone would sense him and investigate. To his great misfortune, this someone was Koishi.

She had been wandering the park, looking for something to do when she noticed him and wandered quietly over, staring up at the floating blue ball of energy. It was quite a sight really. Ever curious, and with little regard to any measure of safety, she wandered closer, third eye swaying from side to side.

Normally this would be fine. Her natural abilities would maks her from Mewtwo's detection and allow him to meditate undisturbed. Of course, things don't always work out for the best. She reached out both mentally and physically. A tiny hand brushed away the orbiting debris, reaching out to try and grab and tug on the closest thing which, in this case, was his tail. Her mind, in turn, settled its chilly presence around him, quietly examining. The action certainly wasn't hostile, but it was unsettling none the less.

"Excuse me. Hello? What are you? You're glowing really brightly."

:3

[psychic_supremecy]

When Mewtwo noticed the rather... odd presence approaching him, he thought to investigate it, though it quickly became apparent by the necklace she bore that she was just as much a non-native of this place as he was, and so turned his attention back to the ground.

However, when he felt the ghostly hand on his tail, he snapped back to reality. The sphere around him solidifying into a shield as he hovered backward, putting some distance between himself and whatever ghost he had attracted. It took him a second to realize he was the only wold Pokemon left in this world, and that the presence he had dismissed earlier was still there. When he saw her, he sighed, lowering his shield and falling back on his normal area telepathic messages to try and scold her for disturbing him.

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi jerked back a little bit as the sphere solidified. Her form seemed to become more defined and take shape, her outline sharpening... Wait, she wasn't a ghost! She was messing with his perception of her. However it didn't seem intentional.

Once more she approached him, floating effortlessly up into the air... And reaching forward to tap or knock on the hardened shield. Fortunately he dropped it before she could make too much of a pest of herself.

Trying to make telepathic contact with her, it would immediately become clear that there was something very wrong. Her mind was void like. A hole that sucked up and destroyed any psychic pressure or probing directed at her. No doubt his telekinesis would function normally, but he wouldn't be able to read or sense her at all. Even physically. It was like she didn't even exist.

"You're very purple." An astute observation... She drifted closer leaning very much into his personal space, blinking several times. She paused, brow furrowing. "Oh... Oh! You're doing something to my head. It's so distant. Purple thing you can't do anything to my head. It's broken. I'm sorry about that. Sis wishes she could read my mind too but she can't anymore."

[psychic_supremecy]

Mewtwo bristled slightly at the realization that she seemed to have the same innate psychic defenses that the Dark-Types do in his own world, and given the natural type advantages, caused him to be all the more cautious.

Still, he would have to come up with some way of communicating if there was going to be any more meaningful discourse than simple gesturing and pantomime. His eyes scanned the area for a moment, trying to find something that he could use for writing. When nothing presented itself, he sighed, a raspy and almost sickly sounding "Mew" escaping his lips.

He darted to the side, with the dual intention of getting her out of his personal space as well as using a psy-blade to cut up some of the nearby grass. A bit of careful manipulation of the grass, and a message appeared floating in the air.

'What are you'

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi tilted her head, waiting patiently for a reply. This creature was obviously sentient. That much she could tell.

He could feel her chilly presence hovering around his mind... It was as if she WAS psychic just... inverted maybe? No that's not quite right...

"Please don't be upset." She pursed her lips. "You're swirling so quickly now. You don't have to be afraid." She had empathetic abilities. This might make things easier.

She giggled at the sound. "You have a cute voice."

She raised her eyebrows as he darted to the side, floating much more lazily after him. She stopped short though when the psy-blade appeared, the grass forming floating words. She stared at them for a long moment before breaking out into a huge grin. "Oh! I'm sorry I'm Koishi Komeiji!" With little regard to his space, she thrust her hands forward, taking his and shaking it vigorously. "It's nice to meet you! I'm a satori youkai but don't be scared, okay? I can't read minds anymore."

[psychic_supremecy]

He slides backward, narrowing his eyes a bit, pulling his hand back as soon as he could. He has no idea what a satori youkai is, but their ability to mind read is secondary in his mind for the moment. The clump of grass clippings collapses into a ball for a second, before forming another group of words, though he has to repeat the process to finish his thought, banking on the idea that she could read quicker than she responded originally.

'I do not like' 'to be touched'

[koishi_komeiji]

She followed him as he slid back a little, the arteries over her left shoulder twisting into a heart shape. She had no real concept of "personal space," but at least she seemed harmless enough. She did pause as the grass floated up, looking down at it. She stared for a moment, blinking several times, turning her gaze back up to him.

"Oh. It's good to be touched. It's good for the mind and can help you relax." All the same, she didn't touch him again. Instead she floated to one side, circling him, her third eye drifting in close. It felt a little different from the rest of her. It had the faintest of presences, but it was also the source of the void-like cloak that surrounded her.

"You have a really powerful mind. What are you? I quite like you. You're purple!" Again with the purple.

[ifbymyhands]

[Oh, hey, it's the cat guy. Kano just sits there, watching. (She may be accompanied by a couple of actual cats. Animals are her bros.)]

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

[psychic_supremecy]

[For a while Mewtwo doesn't seem to notice Kano, but after a long moment, he blinks, the glow fading from his eyes, replaced by one of annoyance as he stared back.]

Can I help you?

[ifbymyhands]

Not really. Hi, though! Are you practising something?

[psychic_supremecy]

[He rolls his eyes some before glancing at the cats following Kano.]

No, simply attempting to divine some information.

[ifbymyhands]

Oh, you mean like seeing the future?

[psychic_supremecy]

More accurately, the past.

[ifbymyhands]

That would be pretty useful, too. Something like a mystery, right?

[frostheartedrose]

Bridget HAD been trying to take a nap. So what if she'd broken into a storage room at the library to do so? The smell of old books, the carefully maintained temperature, the calm of the minds around the building... And in storage she was certain that the sun wouldn't creep in. All she really had to do was put a 'forget' ward on the door so anyone coming around would forget the room was there. Books didn't tend to make good pillows but they were better than some of the things she'd used in the past.

Bridget sighed just as she'd actually gotten herself comfortable. Mewtwo's presence was quite close and she found herself smiling just a little.

Hello again. It's been a while for me but it's nice to feel a familiar mind.

[psychic_supremecy]

The message was... unexpected, though in hindsight he probably should have expected someone with psychic abilities to find their way to the library. After all, what better way to commune with the minds of those past?

It has been some time, yes. While I cannot say it is unpleasant, I do not share the same familiarity.

[frostheartedrose]

Mm, my apologies for the wording. I have too many languages in my head so a better term would be known or previously encountered. Bridget didn't bother hiding the nuance that he was still considered 'fluidly neutral' behind the other classifications of 'contacted'. She'd accidentally touched his mind before but hadn't sorted him into ally/foe/other just yet. But as soon as that was conveyed, she took a mental step back out of politeness.

It's been over two years for me though it might have only been two or three months here.

[psychic_supremecy]

I simply prefer to avoid such entanglements for the safety of all involved.

It's not that he doesn't like you, Bridget. It's that you're human. Or at least appear human. That's a couple strikes against her right there. Against 99% of the population, really.

Yes, time seems to be a rather convoluted and fluctuating thing in general, if the legends of my world are to be believed, and this place seems to be stuck in the center of time's whirlpool.