Mewtwo (moonshadowcat) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-01-12 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | mewtwo::moonshadowcat, wander::colossi |
Gotta catch 'em all, Pwn-kemon [Completed]
Who: Mewtwo (moonshadowcat) and Wander/Dormin (colossi)
What: Witty banter and PWNAGE.
When: Tonight
Where: The Roof
Warnings: Angst, discussion of death, pwwwwwnnnnnnnage.One track mind? Nah.
Mewtwo: *Mewtwo wanders up onto the roof, wearing a new white hooded cloak*
Dormin: -Wander sat on the ledge of the building, not looking back, with ragged clothing that hadn't gotten changed for all he'd been at the Hotel-
Mewtwo: *Mewtwo speaks up with his psychic voice* Hello.
Dormin: -Panic. Wander falls off the ledge turning around, body becoming enveloped in black- "This is Ours, beast. What are you doing?" -Speaking with what sounds like many voices-
Mewtwo: *raises an eyebrow*
Dormin: -A small hiss, suddenly-glowing blue eyes looking over the cloak- "Shaman?"
Mewtwo: What?
Dormin: "Are you with the Shaman?"
Mewtwo: wHO?
Dormin: -Scoffs, rising to a hunched, four-legged position- "Nevermind, beast. What are you trying to do to Our host?"
Mewtwo: I do not know what you are talking about. I was not aware anyone was here.
Dormin: "Where are your words coming from?"
Mewtwo: My mind. I can speak no other way.
Dormin: "Only yours?" -curiosity coming from the echoing voices-
Mewtwo: I do not understand.
Dormin: -pause, before he rises to a slumped position and an awkwardly turns back to the ledge- "If you still cannot understand, We have no need for you."
Mewtwo: *small scoff* ...what makes you think that I would acquiesce to your needs?
Dormin: "Many things, beast." -tone turns to almost elated, still echoing but... different- "What reason do you have to hide under cloaks of pyshical nature~?"
Mewtwo: *narrows his eyes. With a tone of annoyance:* It is chilly tonight.
Dormin: "Why not a hat, then, Beast? Hoods are suspicious things." -black starts to fade slightly, before going back strong- "Or stay indoors, and be free?"
Mewtwo: Indoors is not free. *rolls his eyes* I will wear what I please. You are judgemental for a ghost.
Dormin: -whips around to face Mewtwo, blue eyes turning a reddish orange- "We are not mere ghosts, Beast. You are paranoid for being the only of your kind in this Hotel.
Mewtwo: If I had a kind, I would not need to fear. ...you should not balk at being called ghosts. ARe not the great powers of this world called the ghosts? The word is akin to God here. Why do you seek a fight?
Dormin: -The orange disappears into a red, and the voices grow even further apart, making it somewhat hard to understand- "That was flawed, beast. The ghosts came from somewhere; some/one./ It is the God, and We will wait for It to appear before making Our move." -long pause, before the red fades back to blue and the body straightens slightly- "We seek not a fight, but those of use. You are of no use. Maybe to" him "you would be, but that is invasion into Our territory. Do you wish that?"
Mewtwo: I do not understand you. You speak in riddles and I am not stupid enough to intrude into your mind for clarification.
Dormin: "At least you carry the survival drive all creatures need." -again, the black fades to a dark grey, only this time it sticks- "We are Dormin. What title do you carry, beast?"
Mewtwo: I have no titel, no name. I am my species--Mewtwo.
Mewtwo: ^title
Dormin: -almost approving- "That is how things should be. A general name for a general species." -pause- "However, white looks horrible on any mortal."
Mewtwo: If you do not like my appearance, you may wish not to look at me.
Dormin: -Dormin promptly turns to the ledge once more- "What do you wish for, beast? Did these Ghosts really give you what you desired?" -They sound musing-
Mewtwo: They have given me peace and safety. For what more could I ask?
Dormin: -They give what sounds like a distorted laugh- "Many things. Mortals: they want love. You would not need money, but what of companionship? Understanding? Things of that sort." -The dark grey fades lighter just a bit, but it seems to be fighting to get back to black- "... Mortals always want. Even those that lay down to their betters in the beginning."
Mewtwo: It is adaptive to want. To rest during times of progress is to have less of a buffer when times become hard. I used to have ambitions. Dreams of power, conquest. Now I need only friendship and safety. *that's not entirely true*
Dormin: -another rattling chuckle- "To drop those dreams is a good thing, beast. You have safety - but you did not mention the friendship. Have you gotten that?"
Mewtwo: Yes.
Dormin: -another coat of darkness seeps from the figure, turning fully grey- "H-hm? If I were to ask them if they were friends with you, would they answer the same?"
Mewtwo: *beaming, with great pride* Yes.
Dormin: -clasps down on the ledge- "And who are these people, beast? Would they die for you? Follow you through forbidden land? Ask the Gods, without reading the fine print, to revive you, if you were to die?" -almost mocking by the end-
Mewtwo: ...one died for me. Died for me, and risked censure to save me.
Dormin: -Mocking tone grows until the voices' loudest echo sounds like an old, birdish woman- "I do not recall anything of that sort happening here, beast. Are these friends back on your world? With no way to reach you now?"
Mewtwo: *thinks for a moment, registering hurt for only a second before a look of triumph comes onto hsi face* ...what pain devours you, that makes you so cruel? I pity you. *turns to leave*
Dormin: "Pain? We have no pain." -Dormin's color flickers to normal, revealing the tattered swordsman who shows how much of a lie that was, before the black quickly engulfs him again- "And pity if you wish. But change the white of your cloak, hm? The collection of colors is blinding."
Mewtwo: *Mewtwo is walking away, ignoring*
Dormin: -a last call- "Enjoy your time with your Ghost God's gifts." -then Dormin is hunched again on fours, stalking away toward the other stair-exit-