Mirages and Bitmaps: Acension (PRIVATE for Sparktail and Rougia)

Cici sat up, noting the sadness in Miya's voice. "Hey... no, it's okay hon. Ah didn't mean anything by it," She said, standing up and moving next to her. She didn't know why, but she felt the need to comfort this girl, as apparently, did Volte and D. All 3 had come to sit by Miya, Cici offering a friendly shoulder if necessary while D nosed at her gently. "c'mon, don't be all down," She said, smiling. "Yer a free spirit, out on yer own an' havin' the time of your life, remember?" She said, taking Miya's hand in her own and giving it a squeeze.

Inwardly, Cici sighed. This girl was rather prone to emotional swings, she decided. If any questions were to be asked, they'd have to wait for now. She needed someone to talk to and confide in and who knew... maybe when she gained enough trust, she'd show Miya her most important secret. "C'mon, cheer up! Tell ya what. What say ah get a fire going, we'll set up mah tent and chill out tonight? no talk of battles or anything, just.. camp out. SOund fun?"

The girl glanced at her older friend, giving her only a sad nod. 'The time of my life, sure.' She thought sarcastically, slomat wishing she could tell Cici so she wouldn't have to hear any more of those mindless assumptions. The trainer had no idea how life was as a mew. She couldn't understand that was she saw as extreme mood swings were actually the ways mew experienced emotions. For a mew, every emotion was a wonderful experience, good or bad, that was fully tasted. As a general rule, emotions were 5 times more violent for a mew compared to a human. Cici couldn't understand the difficulty of controping such feelings, while controling both her physical form and her psychic energy flow. 'You have no idea how much I wish it could be so easy...'

The young girl sighed. The life of a trainer had always been appealing to her. Her mother had been one and a really good survivalist. Those desires were in her blood and had never been to be freely expressed. Between controlling he powers and the rules her father had enforced for her wellbeing, being a trainer had been an impossible dream. Now that she could enjoy it for real, she had to put her fun aside to do her mission. Couldn't she enjoy her childhood, for once?

Miya petted the pichu and the absol with her left hand0as she thought about it, helping her keeping her emotions under control and sharing her pain with the pokemon, since it was fair game with them. They instinctively knew she was a mew, and so did very young humans children, but that was a tale for another day. Once she was done thinking, she got back on her feet and turned around to face Cici. "I..." she trailed off, unsure what to say. "3... suppose that you're right. I will try to enjoy it while I can. Not gonna last forever..." she told her sadly, sounding pessimist. As she thought about the activities themselves, her mood lightened, a smile returning to her face, as it would to the pokemon. "Err... a fire sounds fun. We could eat mashmallows and little sausages. Oh, and I could tell stories! Mt eld-- my daddy used to tell me lotsa them! All the pokemon cold be around and listen and it would like being one big familly!" she exclaimed cherfully. Mew did have large mood swings, indeed...

Cici nodded. "Don't worry. Thing's will be better t'morrow. 's what mah mom always used t' say," She said, giving the girl a snug before getting up and setting out her gear. The sun had started setting by that point and it was very vital she get the fire and tent in motion. Fortunnatel, her Pokemon were willing to help.. at least the ones that were out. The Dragonair wouldn't help, that was for sure, and the Mew AI was still off topic for now. D and Porygon would do.

Shortly, Cici had a fire going, roasting marshmallows and humming softly, snuggled up against D's side, while Porygon hovered in standby mode near the tent. She was still worried about Miya, but also curious. How DID someone be a younger age when they were clearly listed as older? It was a mystery and she wanted to solve it. But she needed to know she could trust the girl. If so... maybe she could even show off Mew. It was rare when she felt the need to take pride in her devices; no one in Kanto or Johto had heard of a Pokemon translator, and having this kid whip one out and say that her family mass produced them was a bit... crushing. She rubbed her chin deep in thought before squealing as she pulled her marshmallow back, the thing burnt to a crsip. "Dang it.."

Unlike Cici, Miya had enjoyed her evening. She didn't get the luxury of helping with the fire, but she had compensated by telling a few stories, all about pokemon or princesses, the usual kid stuff. It had been truly liberating to do something fun only for the sake of doing it, shown by her playful mood since they started the fire. Her next tale would be different from the rest, since it would serve the dual purpose of fun and attracting the girl's attention. She would carefully observe Cici's thoughts as she would talk about something few to none knew about.

"My next tale is a little special, since only my father knows it. He told me that it was a true story. It's called The Pichu and the Mew. In a forest far far far away, there was a pichu different from others. The Pichu wasn't especially strong, but she had a special power that scared other pichu. She could read minds. This made the Pichu all alone and sad. One night, as the Pichu was crying under a tree, a Mew floated over her and said: "Mt child, why see you sad?"

The Pichu looked at the Mew sadly. "Oh, Mister Mew, for a lot of things. I'm different, I'm not liked and I have no friends like me."

The Mew, touched by the sadness in the Pichi's heart, used its magic to turn the Pichu into a young human girl. "I have made you human, my child. Humans know about your magic and they understand the way you think. You will be happy with them."

So the nice Mew felt the former Pichu with her new human family. The little girl grew older, learned how to control her magic. When she was a teenage girl, her magic let her get a lot of friends and everything she wanted, but she was still sad inside. One night, the mew floated to the teenage girl and said: "Why are you still sad? Don't you have everything you wanted?"

The teenage girl shaked her head. "I look happy and I cheated to get a lot of friends, but I don't have fun. Those powers always been hard to control and my life so hard." she told the Mew. Then, she looked at it and how itlooked all happy and innocent. "Oh Mew, you look so peaceful. Can I be a mew too?" she asked.

The Mew wasn't sure about it, but knew the girls had powers and nodded, making her a mew too. "You are now a Mew. You can soar the sky, lift mountains and change all the world around you. You can have all the fun you want... After doing your mew duties. Its not much."

The Mew girl didn't listen and flew away to have fun... Until the male mew returned and have her a lot of duties and unfun tasks, giving her no time to have fun and be happy. Today, the mew is still travelling the world, doing her duties sadly... But, once in a time, she turns into a human or a pichu and tries to live the fun she never had. Who know, maybe she's disguised as one of us..." Miya said, giving eveyone a creepy stare... Then she giggled loudly and looked playful again. "Did you like? I don't tell it as good as daddy did, but I try my best!"

Cici stared, the marshmallow on the end of her stick having disintegrated and burned to a crisp by now. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, giving her a creepy sensation. Something about that story was... unsettling.

And eerily familiar, somehow..

D yawned and stretched, leaning around and licking his trainer gently. =Mom, we should get some sleep=, he said, nuzzling the girl and rumbling. Cici jumped, startled from her thoughts and nodded. "Uh.. right. Miya, you wanna share the tent? Ah got an extra blanket, sugar," She said, smiling at the girl again, her thoughts once more calmed, though.. thoughts of that story were still there. Such a sad fate for the Mew... but at least she got the occasional vacation. But something about it was familiar.

The girl grinned to herself at seeing the look on Cici's face. A quick look up of her mind told her that the human girl hadn't gotten any worrying deductions, which made her relieved... And yet, also a bit disappinted. There were questions without answers. Why had she told that tale in the first place? Her identity was supposed to stay a mystery and there she was, giving huge hints about her true identity. There was a part of her that wanted CiCi to know. Probably the same part that was feeling the blues about certain unsatisfying aspects of her mew life.

To make it worse, she wouldn't be able to accept her offer. Keeping a human form was straining and after a whole day in it, she wouldn't be able to keep it much longer. She would have to leave somewhere she could take her original form for the night. "Hmm... That's nice, but I dunno if I wanna sleep with a stranger. I think i will sleep outside with Volte. Can I still have the blanket?" she asked innocently, yawning a little. She couldn't wait much longer...

Cici nodded, handing the girl her her blanket. She yawned and stretched, nodding. "Well, ah'm headin' on t' bed. Sweet dreams, hon," She said, crawling into her tent and stretching out on the sleeping bag, nestling in to sleep.Her mind was flustered and busy with thoughts. but the days events had left her tired. She drifted off, wondering what to do about her new companion, and what options she had to deal with. Soon, the sounds of snoring could be heard form inside the tent, signaling Cici's deep sleep.

The girl also went to sleep, but not for so long. She had placed her blanket against a tree and lied down on it, similar to the way an animal would do it. volte was resting near her, providing each other some heat. Once she was sure that Cici was sleeping, which was easy to detect considering the fact that she was psychic, she sat up, her body quickly melting down and changing shape.

Unlike the way most transformation into a smaller were pictured, her clothes didn't fall down her body, but simply vanished. All of her clothing, excluding her bag and its content, were material that had never actually existed. It felt real, it looked real, but it was only, in fact, a product of her imagination. dragging her old bag around was hard enough, so there was no way she would also have real clothes for someone half her age.

With her clothes gone, the little girl was free to go back to being the little feral pink cat known as Mew. The transformation back into her real self filled two purposes. The first was to let her recover from the energy wasted as human and the second was to enjoy the sight of the stars and the moon. Mew were strongly inclined toward the world up there, closely tied to the heavens, so it was no wonder that they enjoyed bathing in its cosmic energy once in a while.

She teleported up there and enjoyed the sky for a while, doing acrobatic figure like no other could do... or would do. Most of those were too playful and complex for any other legendary to attempt. Most cared more than her about their image and wouldn't lower themselves to child's games. When she was done, she landed near in a high tree and slept hidden in the foliage.

Mew didn't need as much sleep as humans, so it was no wonder to find her awake at 5AM, right before the sun would be up. Pondering what to do, she floated near Cici's tent and came to a rest on the other side of the soft wall. The human was still sleeping and, according to her senses, having one heck of a dream. The mew thought about it and grinned, fusing her soul with the girl's dreams. The girl was curious about, her, right? Then she would give her a first meeting she would never forget...