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Peace and Quiet [OPEN]

Mewtwo had been searching for somewhere less busy, and he found it in the form of the city. It was more open and somewhat cooler, but the most important thing was that there were fewer people. There were some, true, but it wasn't as much of a big rush of strange beings as there was in the main living area.

He could think here.

Probably his biggest concern was checking that his powers were still working properly. There was something... off. He had to figure out what it was.

The catlike creature could be found on a grassy hill, floating with eyes closed just above its crest. His legs and arms were folded up almost in a fetal position, his tail swishing slowly back and forth behind him. As he meditated, he was focusing on the grass below. If someone stopped to watch, they might notice he was slowly flattening out all of the blades of grass on the hill a handful at a time from the center down.

It was something to do while he thought, and it was a test for his precision to see how badly it had been damaged.

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Ben had been moving through the city when he noticed Mewtwo floating there. Huh, that wasn't something he saw every day. Must be a new arrival.

Deciding it was prime time to talk to him, he stepped forward and raised a hand politely. "Hi."

Mewtwo did not move, though his tail gave a distinct twitch.

< What do you want, human? > he asked, mental voice poking at Ben a little more sharply than was probably polite.

"Whoo mental powers, cooooool," remarked Ben in his usual derpy manner. He was used to various powers and this ranked high on the scale of freaking awesome. "Hey I just wanted to say hi, and um, for what its worth welcome to Stacy. I'm Ben Tennyson, of the Outsiders. Is there anything I can help you with? Food? Water? A place to stay?"

Mewtwo was torn for a moment. On the one hand, he just wanted this human to go away. He could just ignore him and hope for that outcome. But, on the other, these humans outnumbered him vastly.

And some of them, just enough to potentially be dangerous, were psychics. Mewtwo denied it to himself, but it was true that this thought gave him pause.

He opened his eyes to peer suspiciously at Ben.

< I am Mewtwo, > he replied. < I do not accept charity. >

"Hey it's less charity than looking out for fellow crewmembers," pointed out Ben easily. Not one to give up or be deterred so easily, he added, "People wake up on such a rare basis now, it's kind of nice to at least meet a few people and all."

"Besides, you look like you're one of those stoic solitary types who need someone to counterbalance it with a little weirdness. Am I getting close?"

Mewtwo was silent for a moment, trying to decide what he made of this. Then, he gave his tail a slightly more emphatic lash.

< There is nothing wrong > he said firmly, < with solitude. I will owe no debts to anyone and I will need no help from any human. >

Having been used to keeping his telepathic powers under control (especially since with the special connections he shared with his brothers - in which case a small slip up would wind up in Jr. sending his thoughts to Gaignun. Something he did often by accident, every now and then), Jr. was used to the others on Stacy who had similar powers to him, and he was pretty good at keeping himself closed off enough that it usually wasn't a problem on a normal level. But it was something he could still feel when near others. And he figured others could sense something similar from him ... especially ones who could sense something like that power, telepath-like ones aside. So in general Jr. never made a big deal of it.

But he felt this as he was walking through the city. It was focused, and powerful, and honestly is peaked his curiosity. So he followed it, and stopped a bit of a distance away from Mewtwo when he spotted him to silently watch what he was doing.

And even though Gaignun or Albedo or anybody from home wasn't there on Stacy with him, years of practice in telepathic control meant Jr.'s mental barriers were more second nature than anything, so up at that moment.

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Mewtwo's area of attention rather narrow at the time and he wasn't on alert for other aware, sheltered minds. However, when Jr.'s guarded mental "presence" came into the range he was focusing on, it immediately attracted his attention.

He reached out mentally and tapped at it, just to see if it would get a response. Or perhaps this person would go away. Mewtwo didn't especially care.

And Jr. felt it, dropping the defense slightly - enough for Mewtwo to be able to communicate with him. Jr. didn't know what Mewtwo was, and though he was cautious as always just in case, he also figured that not knowing what he was, he might have been a creature that could only communicate that way.

But Jr. was used to telepathic speech with Gaignun. And though he didn't mind hearing people this way, he himself opted to speak out loud.

"Uh, hey!" he called out to the Pokemon. "Sorry about that. Was just passing by."

Oh. Another human, now that he heard it speak. Mewtwo lifted his focus off the grass and opened his eyes to get a better look.

< You are psychically aware, > said Mewtwo, his voice blooming across the psychic link now that Jr.'s mind was open to listen. He'd opened up for a stranger, how curious. Mewtwo would have used more caution than that himself.

< You are interesting. Who are you? >

"Sorta, yeah," he confirmed. Jr. wasn't really one to talk about who and what he was, even on Stacy. But he'd met (and felt) many others on the crew who had different kinds of psychic abilities. He was used to the different, anyway, from the foundation back home. And here it seemed a lot less so.

"I'm Jr.," he introduced himself after that, taking a couple of steps toward Mewtwo. "Gaignun Jr. You're pretty interesting, too! Cool-looking, anyway."

Splicer had been exploring the city ever since he got to the ship. He really wanted to check if the hangar had his Wraith fighter, but Lil had wanted to go exploring. He couldn't say no to the little girl, and as such he'd oblige.

[Kitty! Look sevy it's a kitty!] - The sweet voice was displaced as first, considering that Splicer was walking alone. Soon you can tell that the voice is actually coming from a small doll that's riding on his shoulder. It's of a little girl with blue hair, pale skin and blazing blue eyes.

He turns to look at Mewtwo and frowns. "That's not a kitty Lil..." But he can definitely detect psionics.

The clone cracks one eye open in order to scowl disapprovingly. The grass underneath him slowly bends upward as he pauses in his exercise, letting it go.

< It is impolite to stare. >

It's only after he says it that he realizes that it's not just an ill-tempered remark, but he doesn't much like being gawked at.

Splicer raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

"She's interested, she can't help it. You look cat-like and she likes cats."

[I'm sorry kitty, I won't look no more.] -Oddly enough the doll turned slightly on his shoulder, not facing that direction anymore.

< I am not a cat. I am Mewtwo, > he said a touch testilly. He peered at the doll intently for a moment. Hypocrisy? Of course!

< What is she? >

"That's Lillith, a friend of mine. And she's jus' a little girl. You however..." he or whatever he was definitely was psionic in nature or had inate psionic powers.

"Mewtwo huh? I take it you're new to this place too?"

Tim's exploration of the city was basically ceaseless still, especially now that there were new arrivals. He could combine his 'patrol' with doing some brief monitoring. He'd heard word of someone to keep an eye out, but he didn't have much of a feel for anyone else new, now that he was back...

Of course, a large, cat-like creature floating over the hill was not exactly what he'd been expecting, either.

Tim paused in his patrol not far away, sticking close to the shadows still, but watching for a moment. He could tell it was doing something-- but he didn't want to interrupt either.

Mewtwo continued to delicately push the grass blades down a bit at a time. It was a careful exercise, leaning them so they were not permanently bent. He had to keep track of the delicate balance between his own force and the strength of the blades in order to not break them.

There was a... well, something alive at the edge of his sensory range. Probably human. Probably. He continued to press grass, expecting them to leave. When they did not, he paused.

< I can see you, > he said, voice touching Tim's mind not unlike Stacy's did. The clone's eyes remained shut, though there was perhaps some tension in his face as he divided himself between holding the grass and speech.

Tim was somewhat surprised, at first, for it to begin speaking in his mind-- but only for a moment. He'd experienced that kind of oddity before, especially here on the ship with 'Stacy' watching over them. It was her kind of thing to do, after all.

"Sorry," Tim said curtly, but he didn't really move-- it was interesting. He could sort of see that it was acting delicately, and asked outright, "Training?"

Mewtwo was not the only one seeking out quiet places; as social as he was, even Jara found himself searching for them now, looking for out of the way places full of lush greenery and vibrant life to call home.

His explorations were thorough, when he did find these little pockets of peace; Jara clambered up trees and swung through their branches, wandered down trails and climbed hills, sniffed out water and splashed along creeks and ponds to check if they were good to drink from and wash in. It was pleasant work, almost thoughtless once he had settled into the rhythm enough, and Jara's mind was by no means attuned to anything psychic in nature; Mewtwo could probably easily feel the simple, unshielded mind as he meandered into the vicinity.

He spotted the strange hovering silhouette as he climbed; it didn't quite look like anything that he'd seen before. A long, thick, unbladed tail, the profile of what looked like two backswept horns--was this a female creature? Two horns didn't always seem to count for identifying non-Hork Bajir like that--powerful legs and more delicate arms.... It was quite odd. Jara spent several long seconds watching and trying to figure out what the creature was, before he lengthened his stride to come closer for a better look. If this place was the creature's home, then he should probably apologize and go to look somewhere else if they didn't want to share, or get to know them if they did....

It was a much softer mental presence, with none of the hardened shielding of anyone accustomed to guarding themselves. Not aggressive either, which was good. Mewtwo didn't pry. He opened his eyes and raised his head from its tucked posture to look at the creature approaching him.

It was strange, certainly. A tall being with scaled hide and a beak. He had wicked-looking blades on his head, his arms, his legs, and his tail. Curious. Mewtwo almost wanted to think he may have been a Pokémon, but he'd yet to encounter a single familiar species here.

< What are you? >

No greeting, skipping the formalities, Mewtwo jumped directly to what he wanted to know.

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asdfafsa Sorry about the loooong wait for this!