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"I was... rooming with... uh..." Owen laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Y'know, I don't think I remember either. I guess my memory's more sealed than I thought after all. Oh well. I'm used to it at this point." He nodded at Ben with an oddly serene smile. "It's nice to relax for once...

"Heh heh heh... All right. I think I see your game. But you can't beat what you can't hit! C'mon! Oh, unless you have a plan? Yeah, let's see how that goes!" As usual, some members of Team Spectrum were watching from the stands. Owen--both Owens, this time--were focused on the fight, but they...

"A very utilitarian approach," Reshiram commented, thoughtful again. "Another question Zekrom would have asked me. Another argument I've had when I was younger... Perhaps one I still would, given the right circumstances. But consider this." Reshiram folded his wings again, laying out a...

But Owen's horns had been lost in the couch, and he didn't sense the subtleties. Instead, he frowned and said, "Hey, it's alright. You just went around and told me that we'll be strong, right? That if we could do the stuff we did, then it'll be the same back home. I bet you'll find something...

"The part you hate, huh." Soda hummed. "Yeah. I'd be pretty pissed about that side of me following me around... but it's also me. Kinda funny to think about. Shoving that guy around is just hurting yourself in a roundabout way." He scratched his ear, thoughtful, before looking down at Shadow...

"The truth," Reshiram said, "was that the upstream village was being reckless with their resources, and contaminated the river with their trash, while taking too much from the river. Unsustainable. Other nearby villages caught wind of this after realizing where it all stopped, and confronted the...

"Right, right... Your Shadows. Y'know, I didn't really get a manifestation like that with my Blacklight. Maybe it's a Diyem thing... The hell're they supposed to be?" Soda glanced at Shadow. It seemed he couldn't hear him, but he did ask, "Are you part of him? I guess it's like that Wishkeeper...

"The day'll come soon where I am ready..." Owen echoed this, weighing it in his mind, and then nodded. "Right. I guess that's true, huh? After all, he's still standing... Still ready to go back. He's not begging to go somewhere else, or anything like that. So that means there's still hope in...

"Tsk." Soda was waiting nearby, sitting on the top corner of Flesh's head. The gargantuan creature looked nervous, and wasn't in any kind of disguise this time. It was really him, the full-sized Guzzlord. "Taking both of us on at the same time is pretty much asking to be defeated, y'know," Soda...

"Goddamn, he even did some symbolism on you?" Soda asked, scoffing. "Guy tried that on me, but I don't care how many centuries he has on me, he's an idiot." He tapped his arm with his free hand, then took another bite. "...Still, I dunno if that guy would say something like that deliberately. He...

Owen smiled a little nervously, nodding. "Yeah, uh... Y-yeah." He sighed. "Guess I'll always worry about what's coming, but if he can still keep a smile, it'll probably work out. I know he and I have the same memories, though. Even the stuff that was buried away. Just, you know. It's sort of a...

"But I was just talking naturally..." Owen slouched. "Maybe we're more different than I thought..." A bit of time passed, then Owen decided to take another burger for himself--he'd bought three and marveled to himself about his other self's appetite--and said, "I guess one thing I want to ask...

"Ng--" Owen slumped his head over. "...I guess I should have figured from who you're interested in," he said. "That was... Starr and Astrid, right? And I feel like you might have been interested in Aria, too, had, you know, things worked out. And they all have beans."

When Mergo spoke, Reshiram kept his head down, eyes closed, as he deeply contemplated what he was saying. Taking in every word, maybe even running the words over his head again from different angles. It was a careful posture, one that wouldn't leave any details open, should he spend all the time...

Soda glanced at Dave, following his eyes, and then looked toward the general direction of where Shadow was. "He's still there, eh?" he asked. "...Y'know, I thought I felt something for a while. Thought it was the wind. I can't see it all too well, but maybe if I focus..." Swirls of darkness...

"Uh--yeah, and, uh, I can just swap to Grass, too," Owen added. "I don't think it'll get to me too much, even in the cold." He followed them as usual, looking left and right to admire the streets. "Looks like they keep things pretty clean here, too," he remarked.

"W-w-waaiiiit, wait, hang on!" Owen said from the other side of the wall, legs kicking nothing while he tried to carefully pull himself back into the house. His horns got caught on something and they fell off on his way in, clattering somewhere on the couch, lost forever probably. "Y-you win! I...

Owen made a quick wave of his hand and the fire went out, like it was a thing he was always able to do. Maybe it was. His Fire manipulation was unparalleled at times. "...Wait!" Owen suddenly said, gasping, as he pointed ahead. "What's that?!" Owen bolted in the opposite direction, going for...

Owen blinked. "Yeah! Uh, I didn't. And, well, what's a little training hurt anyone, right? ...Aside from the hurt that comes from training, but, you know what I mean..." He shifted his weight, stumbling a little when he walked. Tittering, he added, "I think I overexerted myself a little, that's...

There was a look of panic in Owen's eyes as he tried to weigh his options and precisely what Brisa was implying. It was too unambiguous. "I... uh, memory problems, remember? And stuff." The ones that Owen had long since gone past. "...I mean. It's. Post-battle rushing. So my brain's a little...