dear_mun | Considering apping to Ruby City

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Considering apping to Ruby City

Look.
You've already got the application open, and my name is written at the top of it.
It's been a week and you can't get me out of your head. I think we both know where this is going.

And, if you're looking for a canon point? Start with earlier, you can always open a new tear and come back later.

Besides! Think how much FUN it will be! More cross-canon CR for you and everyone? And I'd really like to get out. Meet people. And everyone was just at the beach!

I've pretty much convinced you, haven't I?

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I wouldn't count on that beach comin' back anytime soon.

I could try to bring it back.

It was a real beach, not just levers and pumps, wasn't it?

[Have a voice in your head.]

That place is not the cheery paradise you seem to have convinced yourself that it is.

Real as anything can be around here, I guess. Though I can't even be sure of that, really.

[She looks around, frowning.]

Yeah? Well, it's gotta be better than being locked in a tower. I'm pretty sure everything's better than that.

What do you mean?

I'm still tryin' to wrap my head around the whole thing. All this "distant world" stuff is all science fiction, to me.

Oh I love science fiction! I have to think though, most of it's really possible. You just have to make the right leaps. Then again, I live in a floating city.

You must have pretty powerful lungs, to live like that.

Is it? The hearts of men often hold little beyond what is relevant to their own self interests. I tell you this only because I sense a kindred spirit in you.

Your power will only make you a target. Power-hungry men will always seek to control you for their own good. Isolation is the only peace you will ever find.

I don't think they're any different from anyone else's lungs.

Well I won't let them control me. I'm my own person, I can make my own decisions! I'm not going to be anyone's pawn or lamb and the change in location isn't going to change that, I can promise you that, Voice in my Head.

And I don't want to be isolated. I want to see the world, meet people, see Paris!

If you would rather live a life of strife, then so be it. Just know that so long as you have a power like yours, there will always be those that wish to control it by any means necessary, and that your life may not be necessary for that end.

I, for one, would rather live in peace and isolation rather than be sought after as a weapon.

...And my name is Mewtwo.

You sure? Air must get awfully thin up there.

That's you. I've lived in isolation for long enough, thank you very much. I just... won't tell others about my power. Most people don't know, anyway. Not even Booker did until I told him.

Mewtwo. Strange name. I'm Elizabeth.

By contrast, I have seen more of my world than I would ever wish to. Power is a tricky thing to hide. People can tell when you are hiding things from them, making them curious. I believe your world has a saying of 'curiosity killed the cat'?

[...whatever a cat is.]

I am a clone of a Mew, genetically altered to the point that I am no longer genetically related to my species. Mewtwo was simply what my creators assigned to me, and I have no other more fitting name to go by.

Pretty sure. I've never had anything else to compare it to.

I've heard the phrase. No one was curious about me. Other than scientists and doctors. I scare them. That's all. They don't want to know more about me. Just use me for their own good. I could be normal. I could be someone that no one is too curious about.

[She frowns, looking at him.] You're a creation of science... No wonder- what's a Mew?

What humans do not understand, they desire to control more than anything.

[There's a sort of haze that envelopes the area as a vision of a Mew appears for a moment.]

In my world, it is said to be the most powerful and most elusive Pokemon that ever walked the earth. I was created from a genetic sample acquired from a fossilized Mew, and enhanced for the sole purpose of subjugating others.

In any case, I guess it's not so bad there. Just need to room with the right people. That, and stay out of the outskirts.

And here I always thought they feared it.

[She moves towards the haze, walking around it to get a better look at this Mew thing.] And so you're a Pokemon. Just like that... [Sentient animals were not a strange thing to her, not when she had Songbird.] Why would they do that to you?

Why? What's on the outskirts? [And now she wants to go exploring.]

Things that eat young ladies.

The same reason you were called 'the lamb.' My creators wanted power to control, subjugate, and shape the world as they saw fit.

The difference between our worlds, is that Pokemon outnumber humans, both in number and variety in species.

[The Mew in the fog dissipates as the fog broadens to encompass them, now a multitude of varying shapes, sizes, and colors emerging. Everything from dragons, to massive birds, to dogs and even vaguely human shaped all form in the mist and stand for Elizabeth to inspect for a moment.]

Each Pokemon have powers far beyond that of humans, yet lack the same level of sentience as humans for the most part. They are sentient, each and every one, however they lack certain concepts such as ownership, organization and the like with a few moving past that limitation. Humans have long formed symbiotic relationships with Pokemon, providing food and shelter and training to bring out their full potential. In return Pokemon lend their strength to humans.

[Now shadowy figures of humans appear, some riding larger Pokemon, some working alongside others, and some carrying Pokemon as if they were small children.]

My creators wanted to use me to amass an army, both taken from the wild, as well as severing the bonds between Pokemon and Trainer, forcing Pokemon into slavery.

[The forms shift once more, this time depicting Mewtwo clad in some kind of alien-looking armor holding a herd of Taurus aloft as black-clad thugs hurl pokeballs.]

To them, I was simply a weapon to be wielded, nothing more.

Oh, that's no problem.

How's that?

[She moves into the fog, reaching out to try to touch the shadowy creatures. At one of the birds, she gasps, taking a step back as she withdraws her hands. Large dark birds? Not her best friend in the world anymore.

She listens to Mewtwo finish speaking before she turns back to him.] They-- that's horrible! You may not be people, but you deserve the same amount of respect! It's just cruel! And those-- those balls they were throwing?

[She's always eager to learn, to understand.]

I'll be able to keep 'em away. [Elizabeth, your tears? Will not work there.]

[Mewtwo floats into a sitting position as the fog reforms to depict a random battle with a trainer attempting to catch a wild Pokemon.]

Pokeballs. It is how humans catch wild Pokemon. There is an unspoken rule where should a Trainer be able to weaken and catch a Pokemon within such a device, that Trainer is worthy of loyalty.

For some Pokemon, they aspire to find a trainer that can best them and draw out their potential. For others, like myself, we prefer to avoid them, and will avoid contact with the devices at all costs.

Still... there is something about the devices that... changes Pokemon. I'm not sure where the voluntary loyalty ends and the ball's influence begins, but whoever holds the ball a Pokemon is bound to commands that Pokemon's loyalty.

It's a cage! [She declares, her hands balling into fists at her sides.] They're capturing you and rounding you all up for an army! That's happened before and it can't happen again! [It's happened time and time again, to be fair, all over the world.]

You can't just force someone to respect you. That's not how it works. If-- if you're going to have, for lack of better terms, a pet, you have to love it and treat it well! Otherwise, when it gets the first chance, it's going to bite you, and then you'll be sorry.

With what, exactly? You'd better have some formidable offensive capability.

With my tears! It'll at least slow them down, right?

[I don't even-]

What the hell does that have to do with anything? Why would they give a shit? They're hungry beasts, they don't even comprehend tears or have the emotional context required to understand why they're shed.

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Tears, not tears! Rips in the fabric of space and time.

I have no idea what those do.

I thought likewise really. I saw them as nothing but shackles, and viewed any touched by the technology as tainted. I thought the only way to remove the taint was to create a new race of Pokemon, cloned as I was, and wipe away the rest.

[The fog shifts once again, showing him standing among a handful of Pokemon with markings, squaring off against their doppelgangers, led by a Mew, with some humans standing behind them.]

For what felt like an eternity we fought, myself and my clones thinking that they were simply slaves to their trainers. However... as we fought, I was able to glean some things from the thoughts of the Pokemon I thought I was being merciful in destroying, only to find they were not fighting for their own survival... but for their humans.

[The fog shifts to show some of the battle.]

They were not ordered to fight, in fact some humans attempted to order them to flee, but they would not listen. However, it was not until one human entered the fray himself - and paid the ultimate price - did I realize the true nature of the relationship he had fostered with his Pokemon...

[Mewtwo's voice fades, a sad twinge entering as the fog shifts once more, showing Ash throwing himself between two beams, and Pikachu weeping over his unmoving form a moment later.]

They're, uh, doors.

[Elizabeth falls silent, watching the action play out in front of her, processing it all. It's better, she supposes, to watch and hear before she speaks. For someone so well-read, she's still so naive about the way of the world.

Then, when it's over, she speaks slowly.] But you-- wiping out an entire species? I'm sorry, Mewtwo, but that's- that's genocide. Even if there are clones. I can't- I can't condone that. It's no worse than what they were doing. On either side!

It is not something I am proud of. That was over nine years ago. I was young, impulsive, and could not comprehend humanity being capable of anything other than spreading pain and misery.

I do not like humans as a general rule, but I have vowed to not interfere with their world further... which only makes my potential placement in that city all the more... annoying.

[She weighs this for a moment, frowning, before her expression softens and she nods.] Alright. That's good, then, that you recognize it and are trying to make amends. Not many people would do that. [he's not a person. Oops.]

Not many would do that. [Better?]

So why go?

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