A half-naked human man sits with his head in his hands on a small crate in the corner. After his initial outburst at Ted, Mewtwo has fallen into a deep silence, ignoring all of the hubbub about him. Those who were...”pulled in” at around the same time as him may have heard his exchange with Ted; he does not care if they did or not. This body is not his own and it feels wrong. His balance is off, due to the lack of a tail; the air feels strange against bare skin and the longer hair on his head keeps falling into his eyes; and he's fairly certain that he is shorter than he normally is. Nothing is right.
And, to add insult to injury, it is a human body. He has matured enough to understand that not every single human is horrible, but he still counts the good ones in the minority. To be forced to take the shape of one feels like an attack on his very self.
So he sits, in brooding silence, trying to will himself away from this place.
[Bar's open]
As first, he petulantly refuses to partake in the food and drink. His true body is able to better store energy than a typical human, so he tends not to eat as much anyway; and while he's smart enough to realize that this body likely won't be so efficient, he plans on being stubborn about it.
After some time, however, he notices a few plates that look almost like sashimi. They don't seem to have many rice-based dishes here (does rice not exist on this world? Or perhaps the weather is too dry?), but the fish and seaweed remind him of home enough that he eventually decides to try and order. He's been given a robe to wear (though he doesn't personally see the point), along with slippers – though those have been abandoned backstage.
He overhears the “ordering in pairs” requirement, and sits in a cloud of grump and uncertainty for several minutes, before gathering up his extremely limited social skills and addressing the nearest person without a plate in front of them.
“Would you like to order something?” There. That will...suffice. Probably.
[Ice Storm]
When he and another Pulled are invited to the table of one of the Vampires, Mewtwo cautiously accepts. Despite himself, he is a bit intrigued by the Vampires, and does notice that many of the crowd seem similarly nonhuman. (Just his luck to be turned into one of them, then – but regardless.) He stays fairly quiet for now, listening in to whatever the Vampires and his fellow Pulled talk about, taking stock of the situation.
The display of power by Ives and Ydris is impressive, though when the first unworthy person is sent back the flash of light nearly blinds him and further sours his mood. The jeering and ice-throwing feels childish, and while he does not consider himself an empathetic person in any way, he finds himself growing annoyed at the ire directed towards the unworthy. Were they not just that - unworthy of their time or attention? Should they not all be directing projectiles at those who brought them here?
So when his fellow Pulled reaches into their cup for a cube, he grabs their wrist to stop them.
The Vampires they are with instantly notice, eyeing him with suspicion; and, hating himself for acquiescing instead of fighting, he reluctantly lets go.
Mewtwo | Pokemon anime/movieverse | human
A half-naked human man sits with his head in his hands on a small crate in the corner. After his initial outburst at Ted, Mewtwo has fallen into a deep silence, ignoring all of the hubbub about him. Those who were...”pulled in” at around the same time as him may have heard his exchange with Ted; he does not care if they did or not. This body is not his own and it feels wrong. His balance is off, due to the lack of a tail; the air feels strange against bare skin and the longer hair on his head keeps falling into his eyes; and he's fairly certain that he is shorter than he normally is. Nothing is right.
And, to add insult to injury, it is a human body. He has matured enough to understand that not every single human is horrible, but he still counts the good ones in the minority. To be forced to take the shape of one feels like an attack on his very self.
So he sits, in brooding silence, trying to will himself away from this place.
[Bar's open]
As first, he petulantly refuses to partake in the food and drink. His true body is able to better store energy than a typical human, so he tends not to eat as much anyway; and while he's smart enough to realize that this body likely won't be so efficient, he plans on being stubborn about it.
After some time, however, he notices a few plates that look almost like sashimi. They don't seem to have many rice-based dishes here (does rice not exist on this world? Or perhaps the weather is too dry?), but the fish and seaweed remind him of home enough that he eventually decides to try and order. He's been given a robe to wear (though he doesn't personally see the point), along with slippers – though those have been abandoned backstage.
He overhears the “ordering in pairs” requirement, and sits in a cloud of grump and uncertainty for several minutes, before gathering up his extremely limited social skills and addressing the nearest person without a plate in front of them.
“Would you like to order something?” There. That will...suffice. Probably.
[Ice Storm]
When he and another Pulled are invited to the table of one of the Vampires, Mewtwo cautiously accepts. Despite himself, he is a bit intrigued by the Vampires, and does notice that many of the crowd seem similarly nonhuman. (Just his luck to be turned into one of them, then – but regardless.) He stays fairly quiet for now, listening in to whatever the Vampires and his fellow Pulled talk about, taking stock of the situation.
The display of power by Ives and Ydris is impressive, though when the first unworthy person is sent back the flash of light nearly blinds him and further sours his mood. The jeering and ice-throwing feels childish, and while he does not consider himself an empathetic person in any way, he finds himself growing annoyed at the ire directed towards the unworthy. Were they not just that - unworthy of their time or attention? Should they not all be directing projectiles at those who brought them here?
So when his fellow Pulled reaches into their cup for a cube, he grabs their wrist to stop them.
The Vampires they are with instantly notice, eyeing him with suspicion; and, hating himself for acquiescing instead of fighting, he reluctantly lets go.