paixaorpg | A challenger appears!

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A challenger appears!

Characters: Mewtwo, Roxas (etc)
Time: Early evening
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Summary: Mewtwo finds himself in... a new place.
Warnings: None

Falling... how far could one fall, when one flew? Purple eyes opened, and the Pokémon realized that he was no longer falling, but lay on the ground. He picked himself up and surveyed the wide area, tail shifting below his cape to keep balance.

What is this place? he asked himself. Have I brought the others to a place where we may finally live in peace?

Mewtwo stepped further from the energy he could sense behind him, and turned to look up at the large gate. A doorway? Another glance around told him that he was alone, or at least away from his clones, the ones he'd created so long ago. The others... they're gone.

He turned again, his stern gaze falling upon a human who offered him a small item.

....What is this? I do not need anything from a human. One three-fingered hand rose, glowing slightly with blue psychic energy. The journal broke free of the man's hands, flying into the air to fall back down and smash on the hard ground. The human looked disappointed, not angry, but still, if the newcomer didn't want a journal, it couldn't be helped.

"Welcome to Paixao," the man offered after the Pokémon, who strode away, brown cloak swirling to cover his alien-like body once more. But Mewtwo didn't reply.

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Roxas had been lurking around the gates of Muspelheim. It was easier to do rather than try to survey the entire town (which seemed to be much too large for a boy of his stature to cover in the time he was willing to offer before he would grow bored and give up). Besides, if this was one giant experiment being conducted by the Organization, then it wasn’t imperative that he scour the town and find out what was going on.

At least, not yet. He could go talk to the Superior later.

Sighing, he was torn. How could he go talk to the Superior if he didn’t even know where, exactly, he was? Roxas frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets, slowly edging closer to the gates—but he didn’t dare go close enough to the gatekeeper, because all they would do is greet him, and he’d heard that more than enough since his arrival (they must have been some sort of mindless drone like many of the others he’d come across in Paixao).

There was a sound, the gates being opened (another something he’d heard more than enough since his arrival), and he craned his neck to see the newcomer. He’d seen quite an array of people and creatures walk through those gates, all from different worlds, but none quite like this.

Roxas blinked. Even with the cloak covering the majority of its body, there was no way it could shield its oddly shaped feet, or even the tail poking out ever-so subtly through the cloth. Another blink, and Roxas was wondering if it was one of the higher-ranked Nobodies. Perhaps a new one created for Paixao? The boy wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case, because if this place was nothing but one giant experiment, what was wrong with having a few lesser ones as well?

Slowly, slowly, he approached the creature. It had piqued his interest, more so than many of the other late arrivals, but he didn’t say anything just yet.

Mewtwo continued his walk until the gate was no longer visible from where he stood, and stopped, once more turning to get a better look at the town. There were other humans, but they seemed to pay him no mind, and there was not another Pokémon in sight.

So strange a place, for people not to share their space with Pokémon. Is this why my clones were left behind? To stay with the other Pokémon?

He turned again, glance falling on the boy that had followed him. Still, though, he said nothing to him, content to be alone in his thoughts for the moment.

Now, Roxas was able to get a better look at the creature as it turned to look at him. Not human in the slightest, but the boy didn't look at all disturbed by it (after all, the Dragoons, Snipers and Assassins were just as odd looking, if not more), not flinching or looking away. Besides, if anyone would react in such a way, it would undoubtedly be out of fear, and Roxas didn't know that feeling, or any other.

When it said nothing, Roxas decided to speak. Besides, from what (little) he knew about the other Nobodies, they usually didn't speak until spoken to. But was this even a Nobody? The boy blinked again.

"Are you... a Nobody?" he asked slowly as he approached with caution. Gloved hands were at his sides and his fingers twitched ever-so slightly as he neared, and he balled his hands into fists before they flexed and he decided to just let them hang at his sides. Roxas didn't want to appear threatening (which is why he didn't call his keyblades, but he was ready if necessary).

Besides, what else was he supposed to ask?

Mewtwo stared, almost seeming to consider even if his face was expressionless... no. Almost... angry? Finally, he did speak, as though his voice came from everywhere at once and yet nowhere. A Nobody. I am neither person nor Pokémon, and so perhaps I am a Nobody?

But no. Now he knew he was a Pokémon, created by humans even as he was. He shook his head. No, he finally decided. I am Mewtwo.

Roxas blinked and straightened when it spoke, and it seemed to be done so telepathically (because he hadn't seen the creature's mouth move). Of course, he wasn't that surprised. The other Nobodies communicated in a similar manner.

Well, just what was a Pokémon? He was about to ask when the thing spoke again.

"Mew...two?" he asked, continuing to look up at this Mewtwo. Well, if that's what he (Mewtwo sounded male enough) was, then who was Roxas to argue?

"Well, I'm Roxas," the boy said after a moment, cracking his knuckles as he twined his fingers together behind his back and stretched slightly.

You are also a human, Mewtwo continued, turning his back. I have no interest in speaking with humans.

Well, it had been obvious that Mewtwo had not been human himself. Unlike him, Roxas would have given anything to be human. Not some remnant that wasn't supposed to exist. That's what Xemnas said. They were merely trying to complete Kingdom Hearts so that one day, they might exist too, become complete, and truly be human.

"Humans exist," Roxas corrected and shifted, moving to stand beside Mewtwo (and if he was being annoying, it wasn't like the blond could care enough to stop, and leave Mewtwo alone). "Nobodies don't."

Mewtwo turned a glance on the boy at his side, then back to the city of wandering people. And yet you are here, just as I am. I was not meant to exist, and yet I do. And you cannot be if you do not exist.

Roxas made a sound similar to a laugh, though it sounded strained, forced, and he too looked about the people who continued on by, barely even casting glances in their direction. They'd obviously seen enough strange things and such an array of characters that they were scarcely bothered by people that didn't look like them.

"You mentioned Pokémon," Roxas said, returning to a topic that had caught his interest. He'd meant to say something previously, but had been distracted.

"What is it?" he asked, giving Mewtwo a sidelong glance. Of course, he figured it must have been what the thing he was talking to was, but that didn't help him understand all that well.

He was rather like an infant in this prospect, not remembering anything from his life as a Somebody. He had little knowledge except what he'd already been taught by the other Nobodies, and so he sought to know more. About fighting, about other people, about everything.

Mewtwo started walking again, graceful for all his bulk and height, but slow. He didn't care if the child followed, but knew he would; he was too curious not to, like some other humans he could mention.

Pokémon are beings that are neither animal nor human... nor Nobody. There was even a slight mirth in his mental voice at the last statement. They live within the world, wild, or are kept by humans. They battle, strive to become strong... to live.

Something in his voice left him out of what he'd said. He hadn't been born- wasn't truly a Pokémon. He was of their ranks only because he was not human, but created by humans to be a Pokémon.

Indeed, Roxas followed Mewtwo as he began to move, and the boy noticed how he seemed to just glide across the ground as he walked. He glanced down at the creature's feet, and sure enough, they just barely touched the ground, and he turned his attention back to the path in front of him. No point in running into the other townsfolk and risking incurring their wrath. Besides, he had to keep himself on the down-low, right? What with all of the drama that he'd only recently become aware of (and would undoubtedly be brought into at some point).

Roxas couldn't say he'd seen any Pokémon around in Paixao as of yet (except for perhaps Mewtwo, who he assumed must have been one, or something like it), but he didn't know what they looked like, so perhaps he had and just didn't know it.

"What about you, then?" Roxas asked, tilting his head to look up at Mewtwo, who was a good foot or more taller than him. "Are you a Pokémon?" With all this talk about them, and Mewtwo's seemingly extensive knowledge, it was easy for Roxas to assume as much, yet Mewtwo seemed so detached when he spoke about them as a group, saying they instead of we, and so the boy didn't know what to think.

There was silence between them for several moments, Mewtwo seeming to contemplate that question.

I am a Pokémon only because that is what those who created me wished I would be. He closed his eyes but continued walking, seeming conscious even then of the people around them. It is only because of he who called himself my 'master' that I was created, to be the world's most powerful Pokémon, and a vassal to him.

Obviously, that was what ground on Mewtwo the most. He was not 'property,' and yet ever since his creation, he had been referred to as such. That, he thought, was what made him different than the others. And what made his hate for humans all the more powerful. Still, though, he had learned that other humans, better trainers who cared for their Pokémon called them 'partners.' Far more suitable than the mocking term that had been applied to him. Somewhere along the way, his anger toward the humans had been set aside. Not completely forgotten, but finally understood.

I am no human's partner, he continued after a moment, as others are. But... I am still a Pokémon. And that has taken me far too long to understand.

If he thought about it long enough, Roxas might have realized that maybe Mewtwo might not have wanted his company. It didn't sound as though he much cared for the idea that he'd been created for the sole purpose of a servant to someone (who would?). But the thought didn't even have the chance to really sink into his brain, and was lost in an instant.

"That's why you arrived alone then?" Roxas said, and it made sense. Though it seemed like many of the people arriving in Paixao seemed to be searching for loved ones that they'd lost touch with. Roxas himself wasn't looking for anyone, not really. He knew the others were here somewhere, and it was just a matter of contacting and locating them. He wasn't in too much of a rush, because really, if they needed to speak with Roxas, they could contact him themselves.

And he much rather preferred the idea of being able to get a better grasp on the people who dwelled here (and maybe he could report his findings to the others, who seemed to be conducting experiments on some of the people of Paixao; for what purpose, Roxas didn't know, but he'd read some of their reports. Interesting cases, really), than being cooped up in a single place.

The others must be with different Pokémon. Perhaps they have finally found somewhere safe, Mewtwo said, his glance trailing to a few of the people that walked by as if they had no idea he was there.

Do they not see us? he asked, but remembered the man who'd tried to give him the small, black box.

"If you were with others before, then I wonder why you ended up here, instead of with them," the boy spoke, and even if he couldn't feel emotions, his face certainly had a wide variety of expressions to show what he couldn't feel. Confusion, however, was something he knew, and it showed as he raised his eyebrows as he glanced back over at Mewtwo.

"I think they're so used to seeing such a variety of characters that we aren't anything especially interesting," Roxas said after a minute in regards to his companion's question, with a slight laugh. Besides, they probably had other things on their minds rather than, 'Oh look, another new arrival.'

"But I'm sure they'd reply if you went up to them and said hello," he added playfully as he turned his head to the other people bustling about. He'd only approached others maybe once or twice, and then there were those lumen he spotted every once in a while, the native creatures of Paixao. They reminded him of the Heartless he would fight occasionally (probably more often if they'd not been thrown into Paixao).

He contemplated that, then finally slowed and came to a stop once more.

Hmph, seemed his stand on the subject, and he watched the street lights flicker on, the slight hum of electricity filling the void of absolute quiet. It grows dark.

Warm lights shone from the buildings, and he thought, perhaps, the humans in this city were like all the others; never was there an empty street, even into the wee hours of the morning where only one or two people walked.

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