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I do not understand you people...

[It's a little hard to tell with text, but Mewtwo is in a bit of a mood today. Mostly because he's been feeling increasingly ill as the days go by. Guess who hasn't been hugging people?]

These natives have taken us hostage and cursed us with their own illness, forcing us to help them or risk becoming unnaturally ill...and you go out and celebrate with them? Join them in playing carnival games? Are you all insane, or do you simply have severe short-term memory loss?! I have never seen a better demonstration of Stockholm Syndrome in my life!

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There is nothing wrong with allowing ourselves some time to rest and relax as long as we keep our goal in mind. By helping and being friendly, we might even gather information that we would not have been given otherwise. I see no harm to it.

[She still doesn't trust any of them, but that doesn't mean she can't be amicable.]

Keeping our goal in mind is what I doubt most are doing. They have been distracted by our jailers...thinking nothing of the injustice of being here...

We should not force those who do not wish to fight into it. Those of us who are determined to return home will continue to do what we can. If there are those who accept their situation, that is their choice. [Sure it's frustrating, but you can't tell people they have to be angry about everything. >:[ ]

They are foolish. [Can he call them names at least :( ]

[Yeah, okay.] I understand your frustration. [You seem grumpier than last, time though, so a question:] Are you feeling well?

[That's the million dollar question! And honestly, he knows that - partly - he's being this angry because he feels like crap.]

I have never felt so ill in my life.

Where are you? I'd like to help, if you'll allow me. [She can clearly tell Mewtwo needs help and isn't seeking it out. She won't force him into anything, but she'll push it a couple of times.]

[Actually, Freya is one of the people he sort of maybe a little teeny bit trusts here. Mostly because she is so obviously nonhuman, like him ~~that's racist, Mewtwo~~. And she seems to be pretty honest about things. Still, he debates with himself for a few minutes before responding.]

My apartment building has a room, on the first floor, that contains a grand piano. The network terminal is secluded there. [Which is why he likes it. :|b ]

Edited (HERP ) 2013-09-02 07:48 (UTC)

[She replies with a small smile, glad that he's accepting her offer.]

Very well. I will be there shortly.

[Without further conversation, she leaves to search for said room, and thankfully finds it after a few minutes in her own building. Though she knocks before entering, she doesn't pause to wait for Mewtwo's reply before opening the door.]

[What she'll find inside is a very sick and very tense Pokemon. He expected it to be her, but he couldn't be sure, of course - and even if it was her, he couldn't be sure of her reaction to him. Paranoid, he knew, even more than usual, but he couldn't help it.

Fortunately, he's seen her face, so he knows who she is once she comes in. He straightens as best he can, trying to hide how terrible he's feeling. Pride, you know.

...Also, he totally didn't get her name, did he. Oops.]

[Freya hadn't quite expected another non-human--most of the people she'd seen here had either been human or close enough to look like one. But her surprise is overshadowed by her worry at the fact that he's sick, pride or not.]

You do look ill. [It was stating the obvious, but it was a way to break the ice.] How long have you been without any contact?

[Surprise :D And have another surprise, because when he speaks it's not actual sound but an impression of it inside of the mind. He forgot to mention the psychic thing.]

...Since I arrived. Three weeks...perhaps. [His eyes avoid hers for that. He's sick enough to have lost count, and he knows it's sort of his fault. He was a dumb. But how can he know who to trust here, he's spent so long trying to avoid any contact with others...]

[Well, the psychic voice in her mind is definitely a surprise, but she takes it in stride. She can save the questions for after he's feeling better. For now, she holds out her hand.]

You should be more careful from now on.

[Freya should get a medal for taking things in stride. He'll be impressed once he's not feeling so bad. His gaze alights on her outstretched hand, before he slowly reaches out and takes it in his. There. The first step to recovery! I'm so proud :D ]

How long will this last? [The feeling like shit, that is.]

[Good job, Mewtwo. You earned your recovery! ~~You also earned the sickness in the first place, but you know.~~]

I'm not certain. No longer than a few days, I would guess, as long as the contact is enough.

[Achievement unlocked: stop being so damn stubborn! :D He relaxes just a little bit, since 1) he's presumably going to be feeling better now and 2) she's not doing anything bad like trying to hurt him or telling him he's dumb. His hand flexes slightly to cover more of hers - more contact helps, right? But will this be enough? Is it working yet? Many questions.]

...Thank you...for coming...

I'm simply glad you accepted my help. [Her eyes find two chairs nearby, and she gestures to them with a nod of her head.]

We should sit. [The last thing they need is a keeled-over Pokemon. She isn't even sure if the doctors here know much about helping non-humans.]

Edited (I'M SO DUMB I HATE HTML) 2013-10-06 17:58 (UTC)

Hmh. [WELL IT WASN'T EASY. But at least he managed it. He follows her gaze and nods slowly, taking a careful step towards them.

He's never walked while holding hands with someone before. Part of him is aware that some might call that sad.]

[Freya leads him to the chairs, where she takes a seat and encourages him to do the same.]

What might I call you? [If they're holding hands they should at least exchange niceties.]

[Names, right. Those are things. He's hesitated before to tell people - he just wants to remain as secluded as he can - but Freya is good people, so she can know.]

...I am Mewtwo. [Lifting his head to look directly at her.] And you?

It's good to finally meet you, Mewtwo. Though I wish it was under better circumstances. [She gives him a polite smile, but there's a hint of exasperation to it.] My name is Freya.

[Exasperation at.....him? :D; Well, he did a dumb thing. He knows it. But he still doesn't know what else to have done. At least she found him.]

Freya. It is good to meet you, as well. [A moment to rest. Is he getting better yet? He feels like he should say something about why he was so ~~dumb~~ stubborn, though...]

...I do not feel as though I can trust many people here...

[You're on the road to doing less dumb things, so she forgives you.]

I understand your feelings, but I believe we are all in this together. I haven't met many who seem to have ill intentions towards the rest of us, even if they have them towards those who brought us here. [In other words, you have to open up a little. The kidnapped love company, or something like that.]

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