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"Um. Manaphy went back home." Owen grinned sheepishly. "...I probably should have known we'd try to sabotage each other. Can't even trust myself anymore..." He sighed. "Still! Good to meet the people that other me met, I guess. He said a lot of good things about you two."

"...Brisa."

"Charizard's cool," Owen replied matter-of-factly.

"Starting to think I didn't warn him, either..." Owen flapped his wings once. "I guess it's nice to be at a normal size again, at least... It's supposed to wear off by the evening or so. ...Called in a favor from Manaphy to try it."

"What innuendo?"

"Of course I'm Owen!" definitely Owen said definitely and defiantly. "I'm the bigger, older, stronger Owen, too! ...S-so, yeah." His wings drooped. "Spectrum Owen. We, uh. We got bored one day and decided to... experiment a little."

"Of-of course it does! Turning people into apples is a pastime where I'm from!" Owen added with insurmountable confidence. "...And... it'll all go back to normal later, anyway." Wishkeeper, back me up here, do something spooky. You're on your own. "So you better not slight me, or I'll... turn...

"N-not what I thought of," Owen said quickly, "it's what happened." He had to dig in, had to cover, couldn't change the story now. "He... turned me into an apple with some magic he stole from a Psychic in town... because we had a rivalry. So then my ghost possessed him and I ate his soul. Uh...

"I, uh--" Owen paused, trying to think of the various excuses that he could pull together. There were a lot of options, all of them subpar, but he only had a second or two before Ben would become more suspicious. In the end, he had to cover for it, make certain that Miracle Owen's cover wouldn't...

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.