[Action/Network responses are good!]

[psychic_supremecy]

Mewtwo had heard the commotion of the Bay being gone, and had decided to check it out. His first concern was the hole, and after conjuring a barrier to plumb the depths to no apparent effect, he gives up some time later and flies upward, emerging from the hole with his shield intact. After that, he hovers over the water, the shining stars catching his attention. He pulls one upward, a sphere of water encasing it, but after closer inspection, he decides to reach out and touch it. When he does, he falls to the ground, landing on his knees, one hand coming to his head. Whatever the star had done, it had triggered something... unpleasant.




There was darkness, nothing could be seen for a moment, the muted sound of business as usual coming through as if from beyond water. For several moments the darkness and sound are all that exist until something electric passes through his temple. Instantly eyes fly open revealing a yellow tinted laboratory beyond glass walls. A pain wells up behind his forehead and the glass shatters, leaving the yellow fluid to drain. Scientists crowd around, eager to hear his voice.

"Quiet! Let us hear its psychic power!" says one scientist.

Psychic power?

"For years we struggled to clone a Pokemon to prove our theories. You're the first to survive!"

The room descends into incomprehensible babbling as the scientists pat each other on the back. At the same time their thoughts start adding to the cacophony. Some want to use him for wealth. Others to earn favor for their employer. Intersparced are flashes of things just barely there. Faces of three Pokemon - Squirtle, Bulbasaur, and Charmander - and a young girl's, though they lack meaning or context. It all gets so loud that it becomes painful, until finally something snaps. The sound is muted almost as if through water once more as explosions rip through the facility. Bodies are flung through the air, and flames engulf the facility. The one scientist that commanded the others huddles against the wall, bleeding from a wound concealed by his coat, though the crimson blood is visible as he slowly advances. The man speaks into a microphone nearby, hoping his last words would be spared Mewtwo's wrath.

"We dreamed of creating the world's strongest Pokemon... and we succeeded."

There was a flash, and then silence. The sun began to break through the smoke as the almost comforting crackle of flames surrounded him, the added layer of the waves lapping at the nearby shore making the scene of devastation around him seem almost... soothing.