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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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[ifbymyhands]

Well, there was this one lady I was sort of familiar with once, and she turned into sort of a cat but she looked perfectly human.

[psychic_supremecy]

Changing shape does not mean you change what you are. What you are is dictated at the moment of your birth. It is an inescapable fact, regardless of what shape you take.

[ifbymyhands]

Doesn't that just sound depressing?

[psychic_supremecy]

Perhaps, but it is the truth.

[ifbymyhands]

What do you think you are, then?

[psychic_supremecy]

Mewtwo.

[A single word, but it summed up his entire existence rather well in his eyes.]

[ifbymyhands]

That doesn't really say much, but it's your name, huh?