Weak Might

[Powarun]

NIce cahpter as usaul. I like Marty. He is a smart alec and a hater of Mewtwo's. Will Deoxys ever come into play here. Thought of evil idea. Thank you very much for the update of Magi and Kesha.

[V.o.t.M]

Whoa! That is a messed up punk kid! If HE had wound up catching Hakujo (Though I doubt he would, hating Mewtwos and whatnot. He'd probably of laughed and left 'em to rot.) then that kid woulda experienced head exploady the moment Big H was outta his ball.

Really, that kid ticks me off. I bet he's gunna have a close encounter of the Mewtwo kind very, VERY soon.

And I'll just laugh and laugh, on into the night!

[Dark Shaman]

Alright! Welcome back, Shadowed Mewtwo!

Marty IS messed up, I'm interested in how this turns out ^^

And the situation with Magi and Kessha too ^^

Nice work once again!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

I knew it!! His "mom", Inara, ... I knew she must have been a Mewtwo!! What with his problem and all...

Oh yeah, and Magi and Keshaa seem to have encountered a good trainer indeed, but still... I'd like to know how the Curse was lifted... and how the Fisherman is going to name them... That could be a laugh!

[Doomykins]

You were right, news on the fishies was sooner than expected. Marty should get beat up for hating Mewtwos. Maybe he should meet your golden boy. *evil grin*

[Darien Shields]

Oh Yeah! This kind of racist abuse I whole heartedly support (Not racist, but don't like Mewtwo's). IfI were him I'd sneak back with an Ultra Ball, catch Inara, and hide her inside a pot plant. That'll teach the filthy Monster. Are you going to make terms like Pocket Monster become a swear word, like um... well, and example I can use is Mud Bloods. Ooh, I have a question, if Mewtwo are half human, half pokemon, can you get three quarter human, one quarter pokemon? Or seven eight human, one eighth pokemon? That Scyther should so have been made a trainer. Of course, he didn't have hands, I admit that's a drawback, but... Why does a Mewtwo have more rightthan say an Alakazam? Can some Mewtwo still be caught and trained? Is their level discrimination between Mewtwo? lol, that'd be funny, i can picture all the "Level 5 Rights" campeigners. Ahahaha. What level is yer average Mewtwo then? Presumabley most of them won't be that strong, otherwise their'd have been a lot of attacks and stuff. What about Psychic humans? Are they still about? Could they be considerred Mewtwo?

[Ultra_Poke2000]

nice updates. its not Marty's "mom" 's fault she's a M2. wonder what the fishies will be named? btw, what's a "Hakujo"? cya!

[Otto=ottO]

Marty isn't messed up. He's just a jerk. Poor Inara, trying so hard. Too bad Marty is such a jerk.

Are you making a character everyone will hate so you can kill him?

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Say Darien, I've seen a fic some time ago with a new race of three quarter human, one quarter Mew's (or vice-versa). But it's been a while since it's been updated. Just go search for it, the name also ends on "twos".

[Darien Shields]

Marty isn't a jerk! How the hell would you feel if someone forced you to live with someone you hate? If you were beaten for not lieing and pretending you like them? How would you feel if somebody could invade your privacy like that? I'm not saying it's Inara's fault, ubt Marty's no jerk, even if he had no great reason to hate her origionally, being made to live with someone you hate and obey their rules and what not... It's like having a "Wicked Stepmother" from Cyndirela. Bessides, Mewtwo een't people, and being made to obey one is... demeaning. Would you even hate Marty if SM had started writing about him *after* he left home? I think if any of us were beaten we'd have some undesirable traits.

In Short, don't blame Marty.

[stickachu]

Well SM, I started reading this last night, and haven't wanted to stop. I need more! Stupid Marty.. such a jerk to his poor mother. I kinda feel bad for the Scyther though... but it should have known better than to mess with a Mewtwo.
And are we ever going to see the Gyarados again? Cuz I like them! ^_^ They're just so... cool!

Great story!

[Darien Shields]

Do I need to hit you, or will you stop dissing Marty?

[stickachu]

Marty made his mother cry. He's bad. Even if she is a mewtwo, she loves him, and in return, he hates her. It's so sad.

Poor Inara.

[Darien Shields]

Marty is beaten every night by his over bearing father because of a "women" that he wants no connection with. If say, Hitler, lived in your house (Not to say that Inara is Hitler, but I'm taking the example of someone you should have a degree of hatred for) I doubt you would be pleased, and if your protests were reacted to with a sharp beating I expect that your hatred for Hitler would grow. Inara is a hypocrit; She loves Marty, yet she lets his father go on beating him, she's even telling him things she knows will get Marty beaten. I think if you took a few sharp blows to the back you may be more sympathetic. Perhaps I should facillitate...

[stickachu]

Trust me, if i made my mother cry, I'd recieve just as bad. But I love my mother, so that's not an issue.

The problem is, Inara ISN'T Hitler, nor is she evil. Her CRIME is in loving Marty. He's just too prejudiced to feel the love she gives him.

[Darien Shields]

About the Hitler thing, did you ignore what I said? "Not to say that Inara is Hitler, but I'm taking the example of someone you should have a degree of hatred for" Inara isn't Hitler; she's just someone Marty hates, as you should Hitler.
I had written a post here, but I think I was just repeating myself, so I'm going to go for more origionallity. Marty is forced to live with Inara against his will, and I'm guessing a number of you haven't been forced to live with that. Hey, neither have I, but yer all so quick to judge... who's to say Inara isn't quick to cry most of the time? Maybe she read Marty's mind, and sympathised with his pain, makin' her cry. Whatever, I just think that she could have avoided it, but she forced him into the situation, where she probably new he'd react as he did.
Bessides, she een't his mother, she gets him beaten, and she invades his privacy. I could soooo write this to Marty's side.

[Raichu748]

*meep-meep*

*silent reader appears in a cloud of nice-smelling mist*

It has been a pleasure reading this story. (which I did all this afternoon. n_n;;; ) I have also read your other fics and ones by V.o.t.M, and I love how they intertwine (that's a word, right? @_@) and relate to eachother. Job well done. *bakes cake for SM*

You know that you've written something extraordinary when people start having conflicts over it. ^_~ My personal opinion is that Marty should not have acted the way that he did if he wanted to be considered any kind of nice person. >_< The only reason he hates this woman is because she is a Mewtwo, making him a 'racist'. Or, I guess, a 'species-ist'. >_o;;; He wouldn't have to endure beating and whatnot if he would open his mind a little and realize that she has nothing but love for him. (awww!!! It's so sad!!! T_T) And even after, she tries to heal him but he just disrespects her. ¬_¬;;; I hope evil gruesome things happen to him.... did I say that out loud? #_# heh. heh. heh...

Wow, this post turned out rather long, didn't it? ._. Hmmnn... I have to end this well...

*tries to show off some impressive cartwheels*
*fails miserably and resorts to pathetic somersaults*
*hands everyone a really cute plushie so that they would overlook such embarassing performances*

You like me.... you really like me!!! ^____^ I'm so happy[hyper] right now... ;_;

WAI

[stickachu]

I actually had a nightmare about this story last night...

It was really freaky too, those evil mantines killing all the good chinchous. I love chinchou! Speaking of which, do we ever find out what happened to Ray's husband... Cuz he wanted revenge, and I want to see if he got it.

And happy almost birthday chloe!

[Raichu748]

*almighty yelp-to-end-all-yelps*
WAIIIII!!! Meeep. Meeepmeeepmeep....
*calms down*

My birthday was acually remembered!!! (well, sorta....)
;_; <= tears of happiness

Ok, now I'm gonna bake cookies for everyone. I will waft the delightful aromas in your general direction until they are done. (tommorow ^_~)

And I'll throw in a Flareon plushie, 'cause they're cute. n_n;;;

Whoo. Ok. Now I am happy. ^____^

Oh, yea, this definitely isn't off topic or anything, (¬_¬) because I was actually wondering when Marty's birthday is... and... SM YOU ROCK!!! [further thinking makes me realize that you probably have no idea who I am, but I think you'll figure it out soon. ^_~]

[Otto=ottO]

Ok, so Marty may not be a big Jerk.

Anyhoo, if hitler lived in my house that would be so cool. I'd learn some military tactics from him. I don't hate him.

Also, Marty should not me so mean to her. If I was forced to live with someone I hate I wouldn't like it. The reason I hate these people is because they bug me. By being in the same house with something you hate, something you don't have to talk to much, something that does go through your stuff or run into your room while you are sleeping and smear toothpaste on your face. That is ****ing annoying. Does Inara do that? No.

Ok, I read over the part where Marty comes home and what Inara says to him isn't very nice, I guess I wouldn't like it either. What Marty does to her though is much worse. Maybe if she tried less like acting like a mother and more like a slave...

I believe Marty's hatred for Mewtwos have gone a little too far. If I hated mewtwos I wouldn't go as far as telling them how stupid they are in front of teachers and stuff, but that's just me.

Whatever, I don't care, I have to see Marty more to really decide.

[Darien Shields]

What if Marty wasn't a racist to start off with? He probably was, but what if he just hated his Step Mother? We can all understand that a little, she's not your mother, she's never going to be your dead mother, but your supposed to call her that, and treat her the same, even though she's a stranger, we might get a little off pissed. Now, say his dad started beating him then. Maybe his distaste for Inara grew and blossomed into a hatred of all Metwo?

[Otto=ottO]

Ok, just shut up, you make too much sense.

Well, let's change this. Marty's dad is a Jerk. Heh heh...

[stickachu]

I don' t know about Marty's dad being a jerk. We really didn't see enough of him (or any of him) to be able to place judgement.

Anyway, about Marty, I have a quote!

"Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat"
- John Frederick Boyes

[Darien Shields]

Excuse me sticksneeze, but could you explain the relevance of your quote? I think every character in the fic could be said to have "violence in the voice"

[stickachu]

Originally posted by Darien Shields
Excuse me sticksneeze, but could you explain the relevance of your quote? I think every character in the fic could be said to have "violence in the voice"

sticksneeze? that's a new one

Anyway, the quote's relevance is supposed to be that Marty is angry all the time, yelling and stuff, because he's not thinking with reason. I guess it could be applied to most characters, but that's cuz it's a good quote. (For those of you wondering, my roommate supplied the quote for me. He's pretty smart!)

Wow, the way we discuss this story, it's like it's the best story written in years. by anyone. Cuz it is!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Hmm... I wonder how many people posted... *trots in*
*sees three new pages*
*faints*

Wow!! People are having arguments and conversations about my story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEEP!!! *feels honored*

Powarun: No... no Deoxys in my stories yet. ^^;; Not until I see its personality and life story in the anime.

V.o.t.M: I'll laugh too.

Dark Shaman: Thanks! ^^

Crystalmaster Mike: *chuckles* You're clever with your correct thoughts of Inara...

Doomykins: *grins evilly back* "Golden boy" eh? Yes, that WOULD be fun to see...

Darien Shields: o_O;; Do you hate Mewtwos or something??? I like how you're defending Marty, but you were just all excited about him hating Mewtwos in your first post... O-O;; Just to let ya know, Mewtwos play a huge part in this story!

Ultra_Poke2000: Hakujo is the name of Vappy's Mewtwo. ^^

Otto=ottO: LOL! Yes, let's all hate Marty's dad! *throws a random object*

stickachu: Hey! A new reader!!! Welcome!! *throws a party* I'm so happy you like my story!

Raichu748: O_____O Meep!! Another reader!!! *is handed the cake* *smells the cookies baking* OMG thank you!! ^^;; *eats some cake* This is delicious! You're so kind! I really appreaciate it!!!... and welcome!! ^^;;

Alright, enough arguing peeps! Here's some more story!




~*~Chapter 15~*~

A furry, human-looking boy sat staring at his wonderful card collection of Mewtopians. His white face looked exactly like any human’s despite the fuzz and the almost Mewtwo ears on his head. Long, dark, purple hair was held in a loose ponytail, and what was free fell over his face. His hands were human as well, however, they were also covered with white fur. Large Mewtwo feet were covered by a long purple tail, but his legs were just like a human’s. The boy wore a shirt with one of the many Pokemon Masters on it, and a dirty pair of jeans.

The boy glanced up as another boy, this one pure human, ran down the street. A heavy green backpack caused him to bend over as he ran along, gasping for breath. He had obviously been running for a while.

Curious, the Mewtwo mix put his things down, levitated himself into the air, and flew easily over to the other boy. The boy glanced at him, but neither stopped nor slowed. He was very much determined to reach his destination.
“What’s up?” asked Zac, the mix. The other boy, Marty, finally stopped and tried to catch his breath.
“Gotta… get… Pokemon… license… become… trainer… before… caught…” he gasped, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Zac picked him up.
“Your pack’s too heavy Marty! Mew above! How in the world did you run with it???” He cried out in alarm, almost collapsing himself. When Marty made no reply, he levitated himself again, this time with much more difficulty. Then he flew off to Professor Two’s lab, carrying the exhausted Marty on his back.

~*~*~

“Zale, use your Water Gun!” commanded Keshaa’s master enthusiastically. The Seadra responded by squirting a small yet powerful jet of water at the opposing Slugma. With a bubbly cry, the lava bug fell into a gooey pile of muck, very much fainted.
“Oozoo!!” Zale said enthusiastically, sticking his scaled chest out with pride. His heavy trainer chuckled at this boastful gesture.
“It’s just a Fire Pokemon, Zale! No reason to act like ya killed Zapdos or something!”

The rival trainer, however, was not amused.
“You just had a type advantage, meanie!”
“Muk spit!” cursed the massive trainer, glaring. “This’s the best Seadra in the whole city boy! The best! An’ I’m sure you’ve never seen a Magikarp like THIS either!”

A Pokeball, glittering red and white in the sun, was dropped onto the ground with a muffled thud from the sea grass. It opened on impact, letting loose a beam of light. The light quickly took shape and form, then became a fish.
“Magikaaarp…” cooed a HUGE Magikarp, flopping eagerly on the ground. Her orange-gold scales looked like individual pieces of treasure as they glittered with a healthy sheen, and she was able to flop especially high for her breed. However, the thing that took the boy’s breath away the most was the SIZE of the Magikarp. She had to be twenty pounds at least, and this size of a fish was not found around the bay. For a Magikarp, she was beautiful.
“Meet Caitlyn! The biggest, prettiest, most fit Magikarp in the whole bay! A prize not even the best trainer could show! I found her far out at sea with Zale. The two of them are a fine pair of friends, they are! I couldn’t ask for better Pokemon!”

Keshaa and Magi cried out their support, while the boy silently recalled his Slugma. He gave a respectful nod, tossed the man half his money, and waltzed off to the Pokemon Center.

The master in turn gave his Pokemon each a treat, though Magi had done nothing, praised them, then took them to go swimming.

Magi and Keshaa had the most blissful lives they could ever hope for.

~*~*~

Slowly, the darkness that enveloped Marty’s mind began to clear. The black turned grey, then rust, then green. He began to see grass greener than any he had seen before, a few milky white stones, and a tiny everyday caterpillar. The little bug crawled along, close to his nose, and its hairs tickled his skin gently with the grass.

Suddenly, another nose pressed itself close to the caterpillar. It was orange, with wide, flaring nostrils like a dragon’s, and the mouth under it had a single sharp tooth sticking out. Marty looked up carefully to find himself staring into a pair of blue eyes that could only belong to the fiery Charmander. The little creature noticed his gaze and jumped away with surprise.

Marty slowly got up, wiped some black hair out of his face, and looked at the little fire lizard curiously. Beside the orange reptile were the other fire starters, all looking at him with interest and fear.

The bird, the mouse, and the lizard sat comfortably there before him, and Marty’s heart ached for one of them. He loved Fire type Pokemon more than any other. Their power, spunky personality, and determined loyalty were the most common traits of the flaming Pocket Monsters. He loved them. He wanted them…

Marty slowly walked over to the Pokemon so he wouldn’t scare them. Then, he reached down and gently stroked the little Fire bird. It made a soft cheep and leaned into his hand, making him smile. He wanted Torchic most of all. It was almost impossible to get Pokemon from the distant continent of Hoenn, and the chance to raise something most trainers of Kanto and Johto had never seen before would leave him at an advantage.

The shadow of another presence made Marty look up, then gasp in shock. There before him stood smiling a rather tall female Mewtwo in a lab coat. She held two starter Pokemon, a Bulbasaur and a Mudkip, in her arms, and was studying him curiously.

“I take it that you are Marty Larnezz. Your father recently called and informed me that you were coming, and are going to be a Pokemon trainer,” she said pleasantly, lowering the two starters to the ground. They clumsily crawled out of her arms and walked over to the Fire types. The rest of the starters were now staring at him fearfully behind their master.
“You will call me Professor Two. I am to be the caretaker of your extra Pokemon unless my title is withdrawn, whereas your Pokemon will be sent to Professor Oak. You can trust both of us.” She added this last part because Marty was starting to look offended.

As if by some natural impulse, or perhaps just a telepathic order, the rest of the starter Pokemon (a Treecko, a Chikorita, a Squirtle, and a Tododile) ran over to Marty and gave little cries of excitement as soon as she finished saying this.
“These are your choices, Mr. Larnezz. You may only have one Pokemon, so that the others that will come throughout the year will have a chance. Since you are first, however, you have an unfair advantage, so I am going to make it a little fairer by making your choosing of your starter a little challenging…”

Once again simultaneously, all the starter Pokemon got up and walked away. Marty watched them go sadly, wishing he could just take his Torchic and be done with it. Professor Two was just trying to make it fair though, which he had to admit was a wise thought for a Mewtwo.

~*~*~

Marty’s pockets now bulged as he stood absently listening to Professor Two’s rules. He had been given five Pokeballs and a Pokedex, items that every trainer should start with. He fingered one of these balls as the Mewtwo talked, trying to grow accustomed to the smooth, round spheres that would soon hold living, breathing creatures.

“You are to treat your Pokemon with respect. Be obedient to Gym Leader’s laws. Never steal. Never use your Pokemon for the upper hand in an argument. Don’t capture Pokemon in certain areas. Keep alert, or you’re dead. There are strange things out there, and with Pokemon constantly changing, there’s no telling what will pop up next…”

Marty fought back the smart remark that popped up in his head from this sentence. Though he loathed Professor Two’s species, he found she herself was a very respectable individual. She avoided things that annoyed him, and had a sure, proud personality that made him less annoyed that she was his equal. She was just, just, naturally dominant. He also noticed that she used her Psychic powers a LOT, and with great skill. He could easily be killed if he made her angry.

In his mind Marty compared the two female Mewtwos Inara and Professor Two. One was bold and one was shy. One was polite but unafraid, while the other was loving yet somehow terrified of him. One couldn’t care less about him after this because she didn’t know him, and the other would most likely worry about him the rest of her life…

Marty shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts of his stepmother. He hated her. He couldn’t think of her feelings about him. He WOULDN’T!! She was scum, as was this “Professor” who was giving him his starter. Mewtwo’s should never have been made in the first place!

Professor Two paused at Marty’s sudden, out of place outburst. He didn’t seem to realize he had made it, however, and was staring blankly at the floor. She frowned at it, but decided not to mention that he had just said such a horrible thing about her people. He probably hadn’t meant it. However, it brought up Mewtwos in general, so she placed the laws about them last.

“And finally,” she said, slamming down a Pokeball and causing Marty to jump out of his daydream. “You will NEVER EVER catch a Mewtwo!! They are, currently, considered people, even if a Pokeball still works on one. You will be arrested. And,” here she glared darkly, “Even if the rule were to be dropped, which I suspect will happen someday soon, catching a Mewtwo is foolishness. You either force it, or befriend it. If you force it, it will most likely either kill you of simply run away. If you befriend it, a very rare thing, the two of you will most likely form a telepathic bond, which can be dangerous. Sometimes bonds grow so strong, you see, that you feel each other’s pain. If one is killed, the other dies. Get it?”

Marty nodded quietly. He hadn’t actually meant to ever think about capturing a Mewtwo, but now the idea was there. He would certainly be a stronger trainer with one, if he could tame it… and if they’d be put back in their place as Pokemon.

“And now that the rules are completed, it is time for you to choose your Pokemon…” said the Professor casually, leading Marty away.

It was a funny thing how Marty had not seen a building yet. The Professor seemed to live and study outside, like a wild Pokemon. They had been in the forest through his whole visit, ever since he had woken up from his exhausted collapse. The Pokeballs and Pokedex had been teleported into her hands—he had no idea where they’d come from.

They were now walking through this forest, away from the grassy patch he’d first seen and into the dark depths of the wild. As they walked along the air grew colder from the lack of sunlight. The branches were so closely interwoven he could see no sky whatsoever, making the entire place eerie. Marty gave a small shudder because of this.

They stopped at a place where the trees were a little farther spread apart. The ground under Marty’s feet was moist here, and he felt himself almost sinking in it. The muck was covered with moss, a few weeds, and a great deal of dead underbrush that poked through his jeans and into his sensitive, pale skin.

The Mewtwo, however, did not seem to mind, and to Marty’s surprise, let her small feminine feet sink into the mud with out thought. A second shock made him quiver as her mind entered his.
{Welcome, human, to the true world of Pokemon. Here, we are the masters, and you are a MOUSE before us! Your dream is to be a Master most likely, but first you must gain the skills. To get your first Pokemon, human, you must pass this test.} She said in a cold, telepathic voice.

Marty stared as the Mewtwo’s eyes glowed, and with a broad sweep of her arm, all the starters appeared before them. He had never seen a Mewtwo able to do such a thing before.
{You are to capture one of these Pokemon, and only one, if you can do even that. You have this entire forest to search for the one you desire, and these starters are trained not to struggle when sucked into a Pokeball. Wild ones will not. Once you capture a Pokemon, I will install you license into you Pokedex. Goodbye.}

Before Marty could speak, the Professor Teleported away, and all the starters scattered before him. Then, an extra Pokeball appeared before him, with an odd purple marking on top of it. He picked the cold orb up and enlarged it with a click of its button. The purple spot turned into the symbol M2. The ball had been created by some company in Mewtopia most likely, where the Mewtwos still disliked people and thought themselves superior. They made little marks like that on their products.

Marty frowned with disgust, pressed the button again, and put the now tiny Pokeball into his pocket. He didn’t trust items made by Pokemon. ESPECIALLY items made by Mewtwos. He pulled out another Pokeball, this one clean of any marking whatever, and smiled at its plain red-and-white coloration. That was much better!

Enlarging the Pokeball, he twisted his mouth into a crooked grin, and marched into the depths of the forest, his shoes making sucking noises in the mud as he went.

[Raichu748]

Whee, another chapter. n_n;;;

It seems strange how this whole fic drastically turned around. We have so much story on Keshaa and Magi in the beginning, but now they are just some trainer's pokemon. The whole fic has come on to dry land, and entirely new characters are being established. It's almost like a different fic is being written. But unlike others, this one is slowly being blended out of another one. AND I LOVE IT! ^___^

Mewtwo is also a very cool pokemon, one of my favorites. (#1 will be Mew, thank you very much. :p) I love all the half breeds and such. I also hope that we can see some Mewtopians. I distinctly remember a very cool rendering of a Flareon/Mewtwo hybrid.

*is already eagerly awaiting next chapter*
*hopes that Marty will stop being such a pr_ck towards Mewtwos*
>_<;;;

[V.o.t.M]

That darned keed! He actually dared, even just for a second, to THINK aboot catching a Mewtwo, in this day and age? This injustace shall be avenged! As soon as I find new batteries for me game boy!

Write more! Faster! I'm in a writers slump and reading dis inspires meh! Whoosh!

And yes, the Flareon Hybrid is mah friend. He make me laugh.

[Powarun]

I like the twist of catching the starter, and how Marty is prejudice about Mewtwo's. I actually think he may catch one, you should have wrote what would happen if you caught a Mewtwo but never used it. Think a pokemon that would live for years planning its revenge of when it comes out, and when after a thousand years does, its trainer is dead. Lol.

Thanks for the Magi part.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Mmm, so his ideas of Mewtwos aren't that stable... Say, I wonder wether, as a human, befriending a Mewtwo hybrid (of any kind), would have the same effect? Also, I wonder when we'll see Magi, or Caitlyn, having a more active role again. What I'm saying is: we've seen Keshaa (or Zale) talking in the previous chappy, right? But it's been a while since Magi acted.

[Otto=ottO]

That dang Mewtwo. Just let him choose, it's a first come first serve thing. Dang Mewtwo. (who's that mewtwo that carried him?)

[Crystalmaster Mike]

That would be Marty's friend, the human/Mewtwo hybrid Zac.

[Darien Shields]

Interesting chapter, but I have a request.

Stop using Block Capitals!

I think Bold would be more apporpriate. I reckon' that Marty will catch a Mewtwo, but after it's legal. BTW, can Mewtwo battle in pokemon battles? Can they train themselves? That's be interesting, like the first eppisode of Pokemon with Togepi where Meowth is his own trainer. "Mewtwo use Psybeam!"
"Yessir mister Mewtwo sir!"

[V.o.t.M]

Whats-his-face has the right idea with wanting Torchic. Of all of the carpy looking Pokes in R/S, Blaziken (Ze final evolution of little Fire chicky) is the coolest looking thing EVA! Though that extra fluff on Its crotch does make me suspious...of somthing.

I can imagin the brat and bird's relationship:

Keed: "So Chirpy, you want this here donut?"

Chirpy: "Peep! "

Keed: "Well Chirpy, NO! I laugh at your pathetic Pokemon gulibility! Here I go! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Chirpy: (Cries)

From that day forward, Chirpy vowed to have It's horrible revenge. HORRIBLE revenge.

2 Months later...

Keed: "Wow Chirpy! You've evolved into a Blaziken! Wanna beat up my step mom for me? Its fun on a bun!"

Chirpy: "IKEN!" (Eats brat's head)

And everyone lived happily ever after.

My brain is a magical place, filled with sarcasim and murder.

I want new chappys! I'm so alone! Need story!

[Darien Shields]

What's his face is Marty. Go Marty!

Bashaamo is the coolest ever! It's a fighting type, which is the most origional thing I've ever seen them do to a starter. And it's humanoid! Yay! I love Humanoid pokemon like Asanan or Chaaremu. For some reason though, I look at Bashaamo and can't stop thinking "Abba". Is he the Dancing King?

Anyway, Marty isn't a cruel bugger, VotM. He just hates Mewtwo's for being considered equal. He'd love his starter, but maybe not as an equal... Anyway, all I know is that Marty only has it in for Mewtwos. And 'dem dirty Mootoo deserve it dey dun do!

[Otto=ottO]

Originally posted by Darien Shields
Anyway, all I know is that Marty only has it in for Mewtwos. And 'dem dirty Mootoo deserve it dey dun do!

I seriously think you were attacked by a Mewtwo at a young age.


This sort of makes me think of a book. They geneticly engineneered people to be sleepless. They then discovered they were really "immortal" because the tissue repairs itself. So then there are the people who hate the sleepless and the sleepless hide away. And I haven't actually read the book though, just a short side story to it, pretty cool though.

[Darien Shields]

I don't hate the genetically engineered; they're cool.

I just gotta hate Mewtwo.

[Otto=ottO]

I never said you disliked the genetically engineered.
Do you like Mew?

Where are oo? Witer, where tis youwr stowry?

[Darien Shields]

I like Mew. I like Mewtwo himself two, in the movies anyway. I just guess I can't buy a society where there a bunch of women with no breasts, lol. Or hair. Yeah, I definately don't like a society where everyone's bald.

Unless they're like, Sectoids from UFO: Enemy Unknown, that's cool.

Plus I don't like the Mewtwo here because they're roughly as smart as normal pokemon, but they get to enslave them. I mean, maybe the whole concept of pokemon training is wrong and cruel, but I definately don't like that the Mewtwo get to go around doing it when Scyther don't.

In short;

Mewtwo: Good

Society of Mewtwo: Bad.

[Doomykins]

Mewtwos aren't bald, they have short, velvet-like fur. And if you think I'm being stupid, I can guarentee you that they do in this story.