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"What kind of person..." The clouds swirled again, rainless despite all the thunder, dust in the fields, like water dare not tread where it would be vaporized in an instant. A dry lightning, the sort that would cause fires, had there been anything left in this blackened field to burn. "Then...

"I see." No matter how Brisa looked, she couldn't see this demigod of thunder. When she wanted to be seen, she would be. "And what brought you here to visit after the story that one told you?" Another blast of lightning struck nearby, splitting an innocent boulder into fragmented, large pieces.

Thunder boomed distantly in the far reaches of the Thunder Plains as the denizen that perhaps gave the storm life made her usual rounds, invisible except to the currents that flowed through the soil. Brisa would have the distinct feeling that she was being watched. Lightning strikes crackled...

Owen nodded. "Other me is probably going through the same thing. We tried to explain to each other what happened and stuff, though. So I know a lot, just not a ton..." He sighed. "After what happened with other me... Right. I'm a few months later... I think he's around the time when I first...

"NOW!" Soda called, glancing at the battle screens. "Gah! We're out of time! DO IT NOW!" "AAAAAAH!" It was a valiant war cry and Flesh finally discovered his fire. He stared down the two remaining opponents he had and swelled with all of the power he had absorbed. He was weak. Dave had...

Flesh stumbled backwards, but then looked ready to strike for something else. That glow was at its apex, now. "All right, buddy!" Soda said. "They ignored you, so let loose!" Flesh let out a loud groan in protest, looking worriedly at the crowd. "They ain't cheering against you!" Soda...

Owen shook his head. "No. We're two different Owens from totally different worlds," he explained. "My world just happens to be a few months ahead of his... Or maybe they aren't, but Diyem got us at different times by chance. Hero's Aura might have been brightest then, or something..." His flame...

"Aaaaagh, fuck," Soda finally grunted, rolling until he was on the far side of the arena, coughing a slurry of electrified blood. "Yep, that'll do me in..." He rolled to his side. Flesh, meanwhile, stood in place, glancing once at Soda, then at Brisa, Starr, and Dave. He seemed to be trembling...

"Well, that's just great!" Pansit said with a beaming smile. She continued the interview from there, asking about little things about Saltriv's life or the world the Meganium had come from. And by the time it was over, Pansit had a few pages of notes to translate to an article later. She...

"I see..." Pansit write more notes down. "You really do follow that hope, don't you? I think Pop would be proud." More scribbles, then a nod. "I wonder if your world works with something similar."

"Ugh... y-you think... that's all I got?!" Soda's voice echoed from all around, striking Dave several times, but the attacks were feeble. He was all out of sorts. Despite increasing his defenses, it seemed like Soda was having trouble keeping up with offenses. Meanwhile, Flesh could tell that...

Pansit mirrored the solemnness and nodded. "It will be a challenge, but you can handle it," she said. Then, she looked at her notes, flipping through a page, before asking, "Well, here's a question for you... Among the team, it seems that you seem to have some of the greatest fears during...

Pansit nodded. "It sounds as if you have some experience with similar powers that you've dealt with here," she remarked. "Is that true?"

"Oh, I see..." Pansit nodded. "That's true. The rumor is that several of Team Spectrum are actually heroes of their own world, in some small way or large way... Looks like what happened here was great training, though! In fact, if there was one thing you could tell yourself back home, what would...

That made Owen's flame burn bright, and he quickly looked away for modesty. "Y-yeah. Thanks," he said. On the surface it seemed like he was almost dismissing it, but Brisa knew him well enough to tell that it had really affected him. "I hope he gets that kind of support back home," he said. "I...

"Yeah..." Owen sighed. "I hope the me here went, at least. It seems like he really needed it. Back in my world, Wheat was really nice, and I think he's the same here, too." He finished the second burger, contemplative. "Glad that he could find you, too. You seem really nice. You were there...

"Catching up..." Owen nodded, walking down the path again. "I guess we do, huh. I mean, I hardly know anything about you, but I bet you know a lot about me. And... like I said, I'm older than that Owen by a few months. I think I know exactly when he's from... And a lot changed since then."

The illusions faded away, instead revealing two figures standing next to one another, and Flesh back in the open. The Substitute was probably going to guard against the hits to Soda, but perhaps they could still find a way to break through... "Turtling up?" Soda taunted. "That's hardly your...

"I think I missed the innuendos again," Owen mumbled. "I think the excitement of meeting new people made me regress..." He sighed. "I guess it was nice to feel that again, though. Er, well, since your Owen is at my place... I guess I can have that picnic with you guys instead?"

"Oh, so this must not be too different in essence, now is it!" Pansit laughed, nodding. "Rescuing people is probably different from rescuing a whole world, but, really, there was probably some search and rescue here too."