Mewtwo's Lair

[Jackie Cat]

"As for me... I suppose I will no longer be directly interfering with things in this realm any longer. You have what you want... Powehi, and others watching."

"Hmph..."

Powehi watched stoically as the conversation between Giovanni and Silver continued, then concluded.

(He made an odd expression – somewhere between a frown and a smirk – at Nova's 'respects'. Confused as he would be by offworld memes, it seemed Powehi had some sense of humour, and could tell when something was irreverent or ironic...)

"The boy will be fine," he remarked, stiffly, with regard to Silver. "My responsibilities here are concluded for the moment. Fare you well."

Then finally, backing into the shadows, Powehi faded out of existence once again.

 

[Cresselia92]

Giovanni was gone from his life. Again.

That was a good thing; it had to be. No more stress, no more fretting, only sheer relief. So why was he feeling so hollow so suddenly? Was it because of lack of proper closure or something else entirely? Heck if he understood his own locked heart!

"You gonna be okay, kid?"

Barely holding back his surprise at being brought out of his confusing mindscape, Silver glanced at Nova, his ears flicking erratically.

“Oh, huh, yeah…” he muttered in a monotone voice as he gave a halfhearted nod. Realizing that his reaction could be a source of concern, he grumbled something to himself and nodded again, this time with conviction. “I’ll be okay, yeah. It’s just… that’s all a lot to take in, it’s all. But, hm, thanks for asking.”

Silver gave a grateful nod at Powehi for his assessment, and once the ruler of darkness left, his gaze shifted to the bundle of tattered fabric. Without thinking, the young Sneasel reached out for a piece of the torn suit and held it in his claws. That was a high-quality fabric, and the fragment was big enough to recycle it for… something.

“Our true foe is hiding in the institutions, like a Team Rocket empire…” he muttered softly, his eyes narrowing. Could this be why I’ve been chosen? To attempt to take down this world’s Team Rocket?

Nonchalantly, he stuffed a few of the biggest fragments of tattered suit into his bag, then studied his surroundings. The others had left already, so they might as well follow suit.

“Well! Guess there isn’t anything else to do here for now,” he said, flashing a neutral smile at Nova. “And this has been a long and tiresome day. We oughta get some rest before we look for our next target, no?”

 

[Ambyssin]

"Sure thing," Nova said. Though, in the back of his mind, he already had a pretty good idea of exactly who Giovanni alluded to.

The ones who made Sage with a specific purpose in mind, then sold them off to Cipher for glorified scrap. The ones who made Betel... but gave him fast and loose criteria to use for summoning people to Forlas.

A group with a certain vision. Playing fast and loose with the laws of nature. A group that had to have some steadfast belief about what was "right" for Forlas and wouldn't be steered away from it with simple words.

But that was for another day. Nova had escaped the voidlands hardly worse for wear, but some rest would do good anyway.

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