Disclaimer: If you want to see a disclaimer, read chapter one.
Author's note: I suggest you read at least the first five chapters of Dimensions to know what I'm on about.
These ' ' are me thinking (or talking, or whichever you prefer), these { } are Guardian-Chris talking to me, these ( ) are Dim talking, and these [ ] are LT talking. Double brackets are an interjection. These ~ ~ are Loren/Mewtwo speaking telepathically.
This chapter, just like the last two, was a sort of co-effort between M2 and I.
POV of Schizophrenia
Chapter Three
"So, now you've heard my story, what've you been up to? Where have you been the last few days?"
"Well, it's a long story, and I don't feel like telling it, so how about this?"
Suddenly the memories of his emprise filled my mind, making me lean back a bit in surprise of the fact that a) he could send things telepathically, and b) he had actually done all that.
"Wasn't that a bit violent?" I asked Loren.
"It was a matter of life and death..." I wasn't sure whether that was Loren speaking, or Mewtwo speaking through him.
"Yeah, I s'pose..." But despite my words, my expression was a bit doubtful.
"Well, at least I didn't kill anyone!" Loren protested.
"Okay, you've got me there."
"So, who've you got in your head?" Loren asked me.
'Want to introduce yourselves?' I asked the girls. Receiving positive answers from all three, I sat back. Dim took over and shifted my body into her physical form. She looped her overly long tail around Loren's wrist and spoke.
"My name is Distant Storm to- Sivao, you may call me Dim. Like Chris, I'm sixteen years old, and as Chris told you, I'm a Sivaoan."
"Hi."
Dim shifted to the back of my head and LT moved forward. My body shifted again, this time taking on dark grey, almost blue fur, and she mimicked Dim's grasp of Loren's wrist.
"My name is LongTail to- Sivao, or LT. I'm thirty-six years old, and I, too, am a Sivaoan."
"H'lo."
It was now Guardian-Chris's turn. She shifted in, and without further ado, grabbed Loren's hand.
"Have we met before?" Loren asked.
"No. My name's something you already know. My name is Christina Amanda Maria Atola. I'm also thirty-six years old, and I was a time- guardian once." She moved to the back of my mind, and I shifted back into control.
"So you are you from another dimension?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess it's my turn then." He shifted into Mewtwo's form. ~I am Mewtwo. I was cloned from Mew, the world's most powerful Pokémon, four years ago. The DNA structure was manipulated, making me even more powerful than the original. I am the most powerful psychic in existence.~
"{So, what are you capable of?}" This was Guardian-Chris speaking through me.
Now back in Loren's form, he grinned and answered; "Telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, levitation, mind control, memory erasure, weather control, regeneration, generating illusions and teleportation, all in addition to almost every Pokémon attack known to man."
"(So that's... quite a lot, eh?)" Dim asked through me.
"It certainly is. Oh, I just remembered." And my mind was filled with more information.
"You're going to go MAD if you don't use Mewtwo's abilities?!" I exclaimed.
"Yup," Loren said cheerfully.
We girls all chorused an exasperated sigh.
After a few minutes, Dim struck up a private conversationg with me. (Don't you think that's a little too much for him?)
[It's not as if he has much of a choice,] LT pointed out.
"What about this dimensional stone you got when you were kidnapped?" I asked.
Loren produced a slightly rounded blue stone. "This? How about we try it out? Any particular place you want to go, or shall we just hop randomly?"
"How 'bout Pokémon? I'd like to try my hand at training..." I suggested. Loren nodded his assent and tossed the stone on the floor. A portal opened.
"Hang on, I'd like to get something from upstairs before we go anywhere." Loren nodded and I dashed upstairs. I picked up my backpack and headed for my cupboard. I pulled out some clothes, then headed for my desk. I opened a drawer and picked up a sketchbook and some drawing equipment. Heading for the door, I retrieved my mobile phone charger and a torch. I put them in my backpack and headed back downstairs. "Ready."
"Hop in," Loren said. He took to the air and went through head first. I followed in a slightly more controlled fashion.
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At the other end, I landed on my feet. Loren was standing on air, waiting for me.
"I'll fly up and check the surroundings, find out where we are," Loren announced and flew straight up. After a moment he came back down. " ' We're on the road to Viridian City...' "
I laughed a bit as I recognised familiar lyrics, then asked, "From what side?"
"Viridian City is due east from here. So that means we're on the west side. We have a choice. Either to go east to Viridian City and south to Pallet Town to Prof. Oak's to get you a trainer's license, unless of course you want to start training illegally, or we can go north through Victory Road to Indigo Plateau."
"(What's Indigo Plateau?)" Dim asked through me.
Moments later Dim moved back in my head as she sorted through the information she'd been given.
"(It's pretty obvious we'd better go to Pallet to get that license.)"
"Well you've got the game, you know where to go, I've got some matterss to attend to," Loren announced. He started walking away.
"What matters?" I asked. Loren turned his head halfway around with his back toward me.
"To pay a visit to some old aquaintances," Loren's lips said, but it was obviously Mewtwo speaking. He then took off and flew out of sight.
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[Where do you think he went?] LT asked.
(Who knows...) Dim answered.
I set off walking toward Viridian, and arrived in only a couple of minutes. I turned south and headed for Pallet. I was half afraid of running into wild Pokémon, but luck was with me and I had a clear path all the way.
The first thing I did when I reached Pallet was march over to Prof. Oak's lab. I knocked on the door. After a moment an older man, whom I identified as Prof. Oak answered the door. "How can I help you?"
"I'd like to get a trainer's license."
"Shouldn't you have one by now?" Prof. Oak seemed surprised at my age.
"Let's just say I've been living under a rock."
"I'll need to see some identification..." Professor Oak trailed of and looked at me expectantly.
I pulled out my wallet and showed him my Finnish identity card.
"Where are you from? I've never heard of Finland before."
"I'm not surprised. Finland's a small country up north, hardly anyone's heard of it." I shrugged.
"Well, let's get the paperwork done..."
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I sat in a seat opposite Prof. Oak's desk and looked at the mountain of paperwork. Most of it was on my identity, the rest of it was to do with training.
"Alright, what kind of Pokémon would you like?" Prof. Oak asked me.
"I haven't really thought about it. May I take a look around? Maybe I'll be able to decide then."
"Go ahead."
So I headed out and started looking around. My eyes happened to wander over to a water hole in time to see a Gyarados fire some sort of blast at a passing Magikarp. "Nope," I muttered, turning to look the other way.
I looked to the left to see an Abra bending spoons. "Don't need that, we've already got a psychic on the team..."
"What?" Prof. Oak asked.
"...Nothing." I continued looking for another ten minutes or so, eventually I spotted an Eevee just off the path. "What level's that Eevee at?"
"Around twenty."
"I'd like that one..." I turned to the Eevee and said, "Hello, my name's Chris. Would you like to come with me?" The Eevee seemed to nod.
"Okay, now let's get you a Pokédex." We went back in and Prof. Oak handed me a gadget a bit like a pocket calculator. He went out for a moment and came back holding the Eevee I'd picked out. "Here you go..."
"Thanks," I said as Prof. Oak handed me the Eevee. Waving at Prof. Oak, I walked out the front door. Outside, I headed for the beach a little further away from the town. I stood watching the waves, waiting. For what, I didn't know. Maybe Loren? Unfortunately, only a few seconds later a Cloyster decided I was there for its target practice. My Eevee jumped out of my arms and tried to face the shellfish.
The Cloyster clamped down on Eevee. The little one struggled to get free, but ended up using up all its energy, fainting. The Cloyster aimed its spike cannon at me and fired. My hands flew up to shield my face as the spike neared.
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Author's note: I suggest you read at least the first five chapters of Dimensions to know what I'm on about.
These ' ' are me thinking (or talking, or whichever you prefer), these { } are Guardian-Chris talking to me, these ( ) are Dim talking, and these [ ] are LT talking. Double brackets are an interjection. These ~ ~ are Loren/Mewtwo speaking telepathically.
This chapter, just like the last two, was a sort of co-effort between M2 and I.
POV of Schizophrenia
Chapter Three
"So, now you've heard my story, what've you been up to? Where have you been the last few days?"
"Well, it's a long story, and I don't feel like telling it, so how about this?"
Suddenly the memories of his emprise filled my mind, making me lean back a bit in surprise of the fact that a) he could send things telepathically, and b) he had actually done all that.
"Wasn't that a bit violent?" I asked Loren.
"It was a matter of life and death..." I wasn't sure whether that was Loren speaking, or Mewtwo speaking through him.
"Yeah, I s'pose..." But despite my words, my expression was a bit doubtful.
"Well, at least I didn't kill anyone!" Loren protested.
"Okay, you've got me there."
"So, who've you got in your head?" Loren asked me.
'Want to introduce yourselves?' I asked the girls. Receiving positive answers from all three, I sat back. Dim took over and shifted my body into her physical form. She looped her overly long tail around Loren's wrist and spoke.
"My name is Distant Storm to- Sivao, you may call me Dim. Like Chris, I'm sixteen years old, and as Chris told you, I'm a Sivaoan."
"Hi."
Dim shifted to the back of my head and LT moved forward. My body shifted again, this time taking on dark grey, almost blue fur, and she mimicked Dim's grasp of Loren's wrist.
"My name is LongTail to- Sivao, or LT. I'm thirty-six years old, and I, too, am a Sivaoan."
"H'lo."
It was now Guardian-Chris's turn. She shifted in, and without further ado, grabbed Loren's hand.
"Have we met before?" Loren asked.
"No. My name's something you already know. My name is Christina Amanda Maria Atola. I'm also thirty-six years old, and I was a time- guardian once." She moved to the back of my mind, and I shifted back into control.
"So you are you from another dimension?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess it's my turn then." He shifted into Mewtwo's form. ~I am Mewtwo. I was cloned from Mew, the world's most powerful Pokémon, four years ago. The DNA structure was manipulated, making me even more powerful than the original. I am the most powerful psychic in existence.~
"{So, what are you capable of?}" This was Guardian-Chris speaking through me.
Now back in Loren's form, he grinned and answered; "Telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, levitation, mind control, memory erasure, weather control, regeneration, generating illusions and teleportation, all in addition to almost every Pokémon attack known to man."
"(So that's... quite a lot, eh?)" Dim asked through me.
"It certainly is. Oh, I just remembered." And my mind was filled with more information.
"You're going to go MAD if you don't use Mewtwo's abilities?!" I exclaimed.
"Yup," Loren said cheerfully.
We girls all chorused an exasperated sigh.
After a few minutes, Dim struck up a private conversationg with me. (Don't you think that's a little too much for him?)
[It's not as if he has much of a choice,] LT pointed out.
"What about this dimensional stone you got when you were kidnapped?" I asked.
Loren produced a slightly rounded blue stone. "This? How about we try it out? Any particular place you want to go, or shall we just hop randomly?"
"How 'bout Pokémon? I'd like to try my hand at training..." I suggested. Loren nodded his assent and tossed the stone on the floor. A portal opened.
"Hang on, I'd like to get something from upstairs before we go anywhere." Loren nodded and I dashed upstairs. I picked up my backpack and headed for my cupboard. I pulled out some clothes, then headed for my desk. I opened a drawer and picked up a sketchbook and some drawing equipment. Heading for the door, I retrieved my mobile phone charger and a torch. I put them in my backpack and headed back downstairs. "Ready."
"Hop in," Loren said. He took to the air and went through head first. I followed in a slightly more controlled fashion.
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At the other end, I landed on my feet. Loren was standing on air, waiting for me.
"I'll fly up and check the surroundings, find out where we are," Loren announced and flew straight up. After a moment he came back down. " ' We're on the road to Viridian City...' "
I laughed a bit as I recognised familiar lyrics, then asked, "From what side?"
"Viridian City is due east from here. So that means we're on the west side. We have a choice. Either to go east to Viridian City and south to Pallet Town to Prof. Oak's to get you a trainer's license, unless of course you want to start training illegally, or we can go north through Victory Road to Indigo Plateau."
"(What's Indigo Plateau?)" Dim asked through me.
Moments later Dim moved back in my head as she sorted through the information she'd been given.
"(It's pretty obvious we'd better go to Pallet to get that license.)"
"Well you've got the game, you know where to go, I've got some matterss to attend to," Loren announced. He started walking away.
"What matters?" I asked. Loren turned his head halfway around with his back toward me.
"To pay a visit to some old aquaintances," Loren's lips said, but it was obviously Mewtwo speaking. He then took off and flew out of sight.
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[Where do you think he went?] LT asked.
(Who knows...) Dim answered.
I set off walking toward Viridian, and arrived in only a couple of minutes. I turned south and headed for Pallet. I was half afraid of running into wild Pokémon, but luck was with me and I had a clear path all the way.
The first thing I did when I reached Pallet was march over to Prof. Oak's lab. I knocked on the door. After a moment an older man, whom I identified as Prof. Oak answered the door. "How can I help you?"
"I'd like to get a trainer's license."
"Shouldn't you have one by now?" Prof. Oak seemed surprised at my age.
"Let's just say I've been living under a rock."
"I'll need to see some identification..." Professor Oak trailed of and looked at me expectantly.
I pulled out my wallet and showed him my Finnish identity card.
"Where are you from? I've never heard of Finland before."
"I'm not surprised. Finland's a small country up north, hardly anyone's heard of it." I shrugged.
"Well, let's get the paperwork done..."
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I sat in a seat opposite Prof. Oak's desk and looked at the mountain of paperwork. Most of it was on my identity, the rest of it was to do with training.
"Alright, what kind of Pokémon would you like?" Prof. Oak asked me.
"I haven't really thought about it. May I take a look around? Maybe I'll be able to decide then."
"Go ahead."
So I headed out and started looking around. My eyes happened to wander over to a water hole in time to see a Gyarados fire some sort of blast at a passing Magikarp. "Nope," I muttered, turning to look the other way.
I looked to the left to see an Abra bending spoons. "Don't need that, we've already got a psychic on the team..."
"What?" Prof. Oak asked.
"...Nothing." I continued looking for another ten minutes or so, eventually I spotted an Eevee just off the path. "What level's that Eevee at?"
"Around twenty."
"I'd like that one..." I turned to the Eevee and said, "Hello, my name's Chris. Would you like to come with me?" The Eevee seemed to nod.
"Okay, now let's get you a Pokédex." We went back in and Prof. Oak handed me a gadget a bit like a pocket calculator. He went out for a moment and came back holding the Eevee I'd picked out. "Here you go..."
"Thanks," I said as Prof. Oak handed me the Eevee. Waving at Prof. Oak, I walked out the front door. Outside, I headed for the beach a little further away from the town. I stood watching the waves, waiting. For what, I didn't know. Maybe Loren? Unfortunately, only a few seconds later a Cloyster decided I was there for its target practice. My Eevee jumped out of my arms and tried to face the shellfish.
The Cloyster clamped down on Eevee. The little one struggled to get free, but ended up using up all its energy, fainting. The Cloyster aimed its spike cannon at me and fired. My hands flew up to shield my face as the spike neared.
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