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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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[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?