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[blueser]

"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"

[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]

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misfire dream

[readytobe]

[It's a beautiful, warm day on the mountain. The grass here is lush and makes an excellent napping spot, though at the moment there is too much noise to consider falling asleep. The young ones are awake and playing.

And by "young ones", we of course mean the baby Nidoqueens and Rhyhorns scampering somewhat unsteadily about in the nearby shade. They climb over each other and their mother (a regular adult-sized Nidoqueen), squawking and laughing, still learning how to use their tiny legs and arms. Though their play is raucous, there's a feeling of contentment in the air, the happiness of a family lazily spending time together on a summer's day. In the lake nearby, a Gyrados gives rides to a Meowth and a Pikachu.

What do you mean, baby Nidoqueen don't exist? Just enjoy laying in the grass with the fetus cat monster, Blue.]

[blueser]

[Blue wakes up ("wakes up"??) to warmth and sunshine on his face, the fresh scent of wildflowers and jungle. He doesn't seem to get his bearings right away, but slowly unfurls from where he's curled up in a ball on a bed of moss and leaves, and blinks as he takes in the scene around him. Lots of wild Pokémon, living happy, peaceful lives. It was like the field research people did where they went out into remote Pokémon habitats, studying and coexisting peacefully with them. It was ...nice.]

[How did he get here??? Whatever, this is way better than that scary place I was in. At least it's home.]

[He might have said that out loud in the dream without realizing, but he's not exactly lucid in this dreaming state, either. Not enough to realize he isn't alone, anyway.]

[readytobe]

[Mewtwo understands the idea of a "scary place", of course, but at the moment, in the dream, he can't really imagine it. Mt Quena has always been a paradise, a beautiful, bountiful, safe pocket of the world. A place where he and his cloned Pokemon can live in peace. Without humans, although in his dream it doesn't seem strange that this particular human is here. He seems vaguely familiar, though Mewtwo could not name him if asked. Laying on his back some feet away from Blue, he feels like it doesn't really matter who they are anyway.]

Where is home to you?

[blueser]

[Blue blinks slowly, taking in the scenery again, and feeling a deep, lonely melancholy at that question. Terribly lonely, even with this peaceful scene...]

Somewhere like this. Somewhere... with Pokémon. [He answers, although he sounds unsure. Turning his eyes down from the scene, he hugs his knees to himself.] ...I think. Maybe somewhere where... Where I know what to do. Who I'm supposed to be...

[He stares off into the distance for another moment or two longer before he suddenly jumps, wheeling around to look for the source of the other voice, like a shock of lucidity. His eyes come to rest on Mewtwo laying nearby- a Pokémon, for sure, but... But he's sure he's seen this Pokémon somewhere before...]

[readytobe]

[Who am I? he hears himself say, against a backdrop of darkness. A dream within a dream. Where am I? This human sounds almost as lost as Mewtwo was back then. It isn't often that the Pokemon feels like he understands other people, but at this moment, he does. Empathy rises in his chest.

Then the human leaps up and stares at him wildly, and the moment's gone. What's he suddenly upset about? The dream is too peaceful for these sorts of antics.

Mewtwo lifts himself up slightly, blinking in confusion at Blue. Explain yourself, weird human!!]

[blueser]

[Blue scrutinizes the Pokémon for another moment more before, feeling a little silly, he speaks up.] Was that your voice? ...Are you a Psychic-type?

[Not as strange as it could be, considering, except that he's suddenly come to the lucid realization that this isn't real... Unless the whole of Empatheias was the thing that wasn't real, but within a dream and already confused, he isn't quite equipped to start spiraling down that Bunnelby hole.]

[He's a little embarrassed that the Pokémon heard such vulnerably honest words from him, but not as badly as he would be with another human. People were the ones that never understood... But there's still something familiar about this Pokémon's appearance that makes him pause, still staring dumbly at him as he tries to come to grips with it in the fog of dream. Psychic... A Psychic-type, violet, a little feline-like.... He decides to try reaching out again.]

What's your name?