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Owen nodded. "This whole thing was probably a big unexpected setback for him, or something. But at least he worked it in stride..." He trailed off, thoughtful. "I'm a bit of a planner myself, though. Just, you know, more for preparation and equipment, not... whatever social stuff Mergo does."

"Geh...!" There was a brief flash of Soda appearing, looking noticeably injured. "Damn. Guess I'm not at my best after all, huh? Whatever... Guess that just means I'm gonna... give you guys something to worry about." Just as Brisa came in for another swipe, he disappeared, leaving no trace...

Owen closed his eyes again, thoughtful. He'd been fishing around the furniture and finally found his horns, which he snapped and clicked back into place. Breathing a sigh of relief at his senses returning, he said, "Mergo is someone who prepares far in advance. When he was first summoned, he...

"Heh." Soda looked up. "Chances are, I'm gonna be dead by the time you remember me. I'm old, Dave. I just aged gracefully, but I'm still mortal. Just treat me like an old friend who's moved on, I say." He looked between Dave and Shadow and there was that genuine smile again. Peaceful, despite...

"Great!" Pansit stepped toward Saltriv and found a good place to sit in their home. "Well, if that's the case, why don't we start with some of the basics so the world can know you a little more? Tell us a little about yourself! What do you do back home?"

"I saw him, but I don't think I ever talked to him," Owen said. "Yeah, Mergo, he's..." Owen rubbed the back of his head. "For someone so close to Reshiram, it's kind of weird that he can't ever tell the whole truth about himself. Hope that doesn't come back to bite him one day, but, uh, he's...

Pansit let herself in, smiling. "So good to see you," she said. "I trust you're ready for that interview? I've been getting a lot of you lately!"

A divine gust of wind washed over some of the fallen sauce, disappearing it completely. Soda lowered his hand from the subtle motion. "Hey," he said, "forget it. No big deal." He looked skyward. "Man. That makes me wonder what my Shadow would've said. Or maybe I became him for a while..." He...

Someone knocked on the door; waiting on the other side was Pansit, arriving just in time for a scheduled interview. She had a notebook in one hand and a pencil in another, wearing a bright smile while her tail fanned behind her.

"I do like optimism," Owen remarked, folding his wings over carefully. "But I guess it does drive some of my team a little crazy sometimes. Even now I'm not really sure what Mergo thinks about all of that, actually. I think he's just from a different kind of environment..."

Owen lunged for Aria and grabbed her by the arm; when the illusion didn't fade, and he in fact could feel the spike on her wrist, then pulled away. "What did you do to other me?" Owen squeaked, not realizing that he'd just said that.

"D-don't look at me!" Owen said, holding up his hands. "I thought we were talking about getting it going in the woods! Not this!" He pointed an accusatory claw at Aria. "I think you're a fake! Maybe Soda's pulling a prank on me again!"

"It's been great, actually," Owen said, less cheerful, but still happy, as he tended to go. Brisa knew her Owen well enough to tell that this was genuine. "Before I got here, I asked Diyem how Cal was doing. She's fine. I mean--my Cal, that is. I think the memories she came from were different...

"Yeah!" Owen said, "And when--wait, rope? What are we talking about?" The brief cheer that Owen had gave way to a perplexed expression. "...Why are you able to conjure that so quickly?"

"This is always how picnics go," Owen said to Ben, frowning. "Especially if it's out in the open. Right?" He thumped his tail on the ground, but then stumbled a little when the actual thump offset his weight more than expected. Owen seemed to brighten a little when Aria mentioned Cal, but then...

"And I'm gonna be there to cheer you on! ...From here, I mean." He gave a sheepish smile, looking off. "...The Owen you know is probably gonna get caught by Aria pretty quickly. Not sure what she's gonna do to him."

"Outdoor fun?" Owen asked, his tail flame igniting a little more. "You mean... when we can get physical?" There was a creeping, wide smile crawling along his mouth. He seemed to have forgotten whatever Ben had asked about.

Reshiram blinked, looking left, then right, and then where Mergo had once been. "Gone," he remarked to himself, frowning. He understood Mergo's relationship, perhaps literally, to the other Reshiram of that other Cibus. And perhaps an even more troubled one to whatever Reshiram existed in the...

"Mergo isn't that bad," Owen said quickly. "And, Sparky, er, I don't... really remember, um, I mean, maybe. I don't think he came with us to fight Team Spectrum, though, right?" He nodded, crossing his arms. "Sparky, though... No. I don't think that was his name... Maybe something similar." He...

Reshiram tilted his head, thoughtful. It was clear that Reshiram didn't know Mergo very well; he wasn't that other one, the one he knew. But he was speaking with a sense of familiarity that would likely come from someone who knew the concept of Reshiram. So, catching up to that sense, that was...