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[torya]

The Future Foundation Induction Meme

Through some happenstance or another, you've ended up coming into contact with the Future Foundation. Was it by accident? Through a friend in their employment? Or maybe they came to you for help? The particulars don't really matter now. The important part is that you've either volunteered you're services to them or been volunteered in turn and now you're here for your first day as an agent. Well, a trainee agent. After all, today's your orientation and initiation day. How exciting!

Take the chance to wander around and settle into this huge base of operations and get to know your fellow agents. Maybe they're newbies like you or maybe you'll run into one of the permanent staff members.

Either way you'd better settle in good and proper because you're going to be here for a while. No one said beating Despair on a multiversal scale was going to be easy, after all.


1. Post a toplevel with anyone you like! This is basically just a big mingle for whoever wants to join so you don't have to have been part of DRRP proper at any point.
2. Tag around and cause shenanigans
3. uh i guess i didn't really need more than two points for this did i
4. JUST HAVE FUN OK

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[psywaves]

[Come at him, Mewtwo does.

Now it's an agility game - the Pokemon's anatomy is just feline enough to allow fluid leaps, and flips that Mewtwo follows through with the weight of its tail, and he jabs and slashes as he goes, ducking around Sho and hunting for an opening. There's no tricks with the spoon this time; just strikes and blocks that come quicker and fiercer the longer they go.]

[sundayshotime]

[And Sho matches it blow for blow- he was trained on robots built to battle Shadows. Things that could fly and move in unnatural ways. He doesn't spare time to think about what he's doing, he just REACTS- his style is 100% overwelming force. Hitting over and over to try and wear his foe down. But Mewtwo isn't human, so instead of rushing over it he's just matched. His every attack is blocked and countered.

Sho IS human though, he will wear down first if there's no break. You wouldn't guess by looking at him though, with how he's laughing like a kid in a candy store]

[psywaves]

[Mewtwo can sense Sho wearing down, after a point. His counters get less ambitious, and the force behind his strikes - which is never restrained - starts to drop, so slightly that Mewtwo might never notice if he weren't wired for battle and a Psychic-type on top of that.

"Letting" Sho win, or even keep matching it, by dialing back its ability doesn't even cross Mewtwo's mind. Instead, to keep the game going, it ends one clash by flipping back, crouching, and looking Sho in the eye - then it darts back, as though trying to flee, turning the dynamic of battle so Sho is on the offensive.

Catch it if you can!]

[sundayshotime]

[If it was Minazuki he would have been suspicious of the pokemon 'flee'ing. But while Sho inherited some of his restraint he CERTAINLY got none of his common sense.

So of course he gives chase.]

Hey, get back here! Don't make me have to think up a pussy joke!!

[psywaves]

[ ~yay~

But once Sho starts attacking, Mewtwo can start blocking, doing just as Sho had been seconds earlier. And it'll keep going, prolonging the game, until Sho either puts a scratch on it or gives up.

Not an easy feat, but neither is it an impossible one. There's a lot of Mewtwo to hit, and without flying out of reach, raising a Barrier, or changing the shape of its spoon, jumping around can only get it so far.]

[sundayshotime]

[Sho has no common sense, but he can be smart when it comes to his sphere of training. So he keeps up the pressure- and one moment when Mewtwo lands from a jump he stops using what he relies on most, his swords, and drops into a sweeping spin kick.

Mewtwo is heavy, but it's legs look like they might be a weak point. Especially since Sho knows it usually hovers]

[psywaves]

[Good call. Mewtwo had been about to jump again, weight leaned into what would have been a psychic-boosted leap - the kick sweeps one foot from beneath the Pokemon and it's forced to drop and roll back to its feet, wasting precious seconds on the recovery.]

[sundayshotime]

[And Sho takes advantage, jumping at him, swords raised to strike]

Gotcha!

[And leaving himself hella open doing it- but hey, defense was never his strong point]

[psywaves]

[Aha.

Those swords can come down. They can even draw blood - nothing too vital, Mewtwo twitches out of the way of anything that would pierce organs, but blood nonetheless.

But once they do, Sho will find an edge of not-quite-metal tucked up under his chin, making any further lunging a dangerous prospect. The sides of spoons aren't generally known for being very sharp, but Sho's seen Mewtwo slice targets into clean pieces with the odd psychic weapon.

...Good game?]

[sundayshotime]

[Even without Mewtwo shifting away from too much damamge they couldn't do TOO much. The FF didn't trust Sho with really sharp weapons just yet. 'Reformed' he might be, but he was still a bomb waiting to go off- aimed at their foes is one thing, but here in the facility he's lucky to get anything sharper then a spork.

Still, he hit long enough to well up blood and certainly bruise. Nothing too bad. And that spoon makes him crane his head back, laughing nervously. Only a few months ago he woulda been screaming and yeowling, so it's a step up

gg bro gg]

Heh, guess I'll let you off for now.

[psywaves]

[Mewtwo lets out a little huff of breath and the spoon vanishes into a swirl of kinetic energy, sending a short breeze through the room.

It rolls to stand, and as it walks past him towards the edge of the room, it gives Sho a smirk and a slow nod of acknowledgement. That was fun, and worth the time and energy.

It takes a seat on a stack of mats by the walls, feet tucked under it and tail curled around its side, apparently to just watch whatever Sho will get up to now that their spar is over.]

[sundayshotime]

[Sho is all hyped up, even though he's breathing heavily and sweating. He bounced from foot to foot]

Man, if they let me have real swords I totally woulda taken your arm off!

[If that was the case he never would have gotten close enough to do so]

...BEFORE SLEEP, I SAID

[psywaves]

[The Pokemon tilts its head at him, as though to say, "oh really?"

Most of Mewtwo's interactions are like this. It doesn't talk - can't, as far as most around here know - but it's clearly intelligent, and it clearly listens, and the longer it spends in close quarters with humans the more communicative it becomes, little by little. It still takes a certain familiarity with Mewtwo's expressions to fully understand him, but...

It's getting along. It's strange. It hadn't needed to communicate for most of its life, and once it was relevant, there was telepathy. But telepathy was like touching a bare nerve to someone, suitable for a high-stakes battle fought beside Red, less suitable for a compound full of the strangest beings Mewtwo had ever known. (Yes, counting the actual alien Pokemon.) So now there was this new kind of communication bubbling up to fill the void, the way working with a trainer had come to it after it was caught, and the way telepathy had surfaced after it felt the faraway touch of purifying flame and flew away from Cinnabar to find itself alone for the very first time.

It really wasn't that bad.

Mewtwo tips its head back, closing its eyes, as though gently scoffing at the claim. They'll have to see - Sho is restricted here, it knows. They'll find a proper battlefield, somewhere out there in another world, and it'll see just how much of its power Sho can really stand up to. He'll have real swords then.]