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Post by Cyan on Sept 21, 2010 17:18:44 GMT -5
Cy stood outside the gym, six Pokeballs on his belt. He had on a dark green shirt, jeans, and his regular black shoes. As always, his cyan hair hung down around his face, just out of his eyes. He stared at the door, almost afraid to open it.
He and Orange hadn't been seeing each other--as a couple--very long. And Mewtwo knew. Of course he knew....he's Psychic... And as such, wanted to talk to Cy. He took a deep breath and cautiously opened the door. "You...wanted to see me, sir?"
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Post by Mewtwo on Sept 21, 2010 17:29:50 GMT -5
Mewtwo had known that his daughter and this trainer - Cyan - would find each other's hearts since before they, themselves, had known it. However, he had been forced to wait until the trainers had actually "gotten together" before he could talk to them. Now, they were together. Now, he could have this little "talk" with Cyan.
When the boy knocked on the door, Mewtwo stood from his desk. He eyed the human, then beckonded him to enter with a three-fingered hand. The chair on the opposite side of the desk pulled itself out, to allow Cyan to sit.
"Please, have a seat, Cyan."
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Post by Cyan on Sept 21, 2010 17:38:53 GMT -5
He swallowed hard and stepped into the room. He was rarely ever this--scratch that--he was never this nervous. Until now. But when someone like Mewtwo wants to talk to you one on one, you get very nervous.
That's not intimidating at all... he thought to himself as the chair pulled itself out. He sat down like he was told. "Yes, Boss?" he asked sort of timidly, but not showing his nervousness. Though the Pokemon probably sensed it all over him.
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Post by Mewtwo on Sept 21, 2010 17:47:37 GMT -5
Mewtwo could sense it; he could sense the boy's fear without even trying. That was the downside to having so much psychic ability; the emotions and thoughts of others just seemed to roll off of your companions, and you had no choice but to read them. Today, however, it was a good thing. It kept him a step ahead.
"Cyan, you know why I've called you here," he said, sitting back down. His glass of wine lifted, moving to his lips. He took a sip, then turned back to the boy, "You and my daughter are 'together'."
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Post by Cyan on Sept 21, 2010 17:54:24 GMT -5
He nodded, trying to focus and calm down inside. After a moment, he got used to it. He nodded politely; he knew exactly why he was called here. That's what scared him; he hadn't the slightest idea what Mewtwo was going to say.
"Yes, sir. We...we are." He braced himself.
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Post by Mewtwo on Sept 21, 2010 18:00:52 GMT -5
This was the part he loved the most.
The glass returned to the desk, and Mewtwo smiled. "You know how much I care about my daughters, don't you? You know that they are my heirs, and that I have raised them both since they were just children." He leaned forwards, eyes flashing purple.
His tail twitched, "So I'm sure you know that, should you ever harm my daughter, I will be forced to turn you inside out, and use your intestines as Christmas decorations. And if you didn't know that, then... You know this now." His eyes twinkled.
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Post by Cyan on Sept 21, 2010 18:07:31 GMT -5
He nodded. "Yes, sir. I understand." He spoke honestly, from the bottom of his heart. And what Mewtwo said next made it leap into his throat.
He coughed, then gulped hard. "I'd never," he choked, "I'd never hurt a soul, sir," he answered. "Especially not her. I'd be a fool if I did, in more ways than one. You have nothing to worry about. Promise."
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Post by Mewtwo on Sept 21, 2010 18:10:55 GMT -5
Mewtwo's eyes glinted with delight, and he straightened. His tail twitched again, "Excellent," he said, nodding his head. "Because, though I have never used my abilities in that way before, it would be... useful to see what sorts of things I could do when I really put my mind to it. Especially when emotion overrides logic."
Mewtwo was a being of logic, pure and simple. He prefered to keep things basic, but to always think them through. However, if one was to push him past what he could handle, then he was a monster. He wouldn't hesitate to kill. And that made him an excellent mafia don.
At least he liked to think so, anyways.
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Post by Cyan on Sept 21, 2010 18:16:17 GMT -5
Cyan nodded, less nervous now. He knew he wasn't going to screw this up. He was positive. He straightened in his seat. "I understand, sir." Suddenly, a Magmar decided to make itself known by popping out of its Pokeball. After all, Mewtwo was the one who helped it, so he figured he'd show his Master's Boss how much he'd grown. " Mag!" Hi, remember me?  |
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Post by Mewtwo on Sept 21, 2010 18:36:25 GMT -5
Mewtwo jerked back when the Magmar emerged, though his eyes quickly sparkled happily. He gave a laugh, "Hello there, little one. It would appear as if you're not so little anymore, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
It made him smile to see a child grow, especially one who had so much potential. Flare had managed to evolve, something that was difficult in this day and time. at least for those without a trainer. It was enough to make him smile.
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