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Mergo snorted. "Duly noted," he called. Yet again, someone assumed he just wanted to throttle them. As if he sought joy from harming others. Well, that presumption was preferable to the truth, so Mergo let it go unchallenged. He'd barely noticed when Nate had left. Honestly, Nate had barely...

Mergo hummed. There was an answer, of course, but did it matter? Did any of it? There was more of them now, watching, witnessing, but they'd be dust. And he'd still be there. In this place. "I'm sure one of those will do," he answered dismissively. "I got something close. And we traded a few...

Mergo shut his eyes again. “Just trying to prove a point,” he answered, then let Rocky’s questions go. Truth be told, he was starting to forget for himself. He was following a plan, yes, but was it the same one from two minutes ago? What point had he been trying to make originally? Maybe the...

"Well, it just confuses me a little bit," he admitted. "You heard Nate agreeing with me, but I specifically irked you. And you listened to him when he told you to heel. For one," Mergo shifted his weight to the side and rested his cheek on his palm, "you're free to antagonize me if you wish. If...

Mergo hummed, and his smile dimmed. "If you say so." Either Nate was lying again, or he just didn't understand what exactly Mergo had meant. 'Opening up' brought a number of things to mind. To Nate, it was secrets and details. It was his life. It was what Mergo had been prodding at, even though...

Mergo snorted. "If I had a coin for every time I've heard that..." he trailed off, not specifying which one he was referring to. Probably both. Of course, it took one to know one. And Nate, on top of being abrasive, was a mud fish. It was hard to get more slippery than that. "It's hard not to...

"Different indeed." He slid his own glass across the table, seemingly frictionless until it came to a calculated stop an inch from the edge of the table. By this point the ice cube had broken into a number of small pieces that formed across the surface of the brandy like an ice flow, and the...

"I think you do," Mergo replied. "Tell me, Nate, what were you before you arrived here?"

Mergo let out a rueful chuckle. "Please, I don't need to be a psychic to know to be wary of you," he said, shutting his eyes and giving Nate a dismissive wave. "You're deceptive by nature, after all, alleged 'monfucker.'"

He exhaled. That was a shame. Slowly, his eyes returned to Nate. "Technically no," Mergo answered. "But I recognize a few of your tricks. Didn't your Diyem tell you not to ask us certain questions? I don't know for certain, but you offering me a few drinks before asking your questions... I find...

"In a different sort of way, yes," he answered. Distantly, he wondered what his own Guardians were up to at the far edge of the multiverse. Likely something he'd be questionably proud of, and maybe a little bit horrified. He hoped the two were doing well anyways. "He's free to question me...

Mergo skewed his head to the side as he met the glare with little more than roused curiosity. "Oh, so you're more than just set-dressing? Here I thought Nate just brought you along to be a stress ball." Those eyes were driven. He'd seen them many times before on greenhorn youths and seasoned...

"I haven't eaten, actually," Mergo replied evenly. He hadn't had an appetite for a while now. For a while now he'd been too preoccupied to think about food. There was only one meal on his mind, and he currently wanted to torch it. An invisible hand lifted the cap for the brandy bottle and...

Slowly, appraisingly, Mergo answered with a nod of the head. He leaned forward and folded his hands to stop himself from swaying, as if staying sober by sheer force of will. “Every moment I experienced here has turned into a knife in my back,” he said. What started as a whisper was gradually...

"Oh, but don't you know, Nate? The Blacklight is just misunderstood," Mergo drawled. "It didn't have its parents around to teach it any better. It was an accident, rejected from its parents and made from several foul sources of power. They were able to normalize themselves into society and have...

Throughout the whole ramble, Mergo shut his eyes and leaned forward, resting his chin on an open palm. It was almost like listening to music. There were so many thoughts that he'd mostly kept to himself. He'd been respectful and aware of his own personal biases enough to know that his opinions...

Mergo snorted. "'The big bad.' Yeah, sure. The guy was just a sleeper agent caught up in all this memory-trading Blacklight mess. Everyone was a sleeper agent for the true big bad, and even then, they were just a victim of the Blacklight. I couldn't have killed him even if I wanted to. Don't you...

Mergo hummed. There actually was a human he had to work with. Two, actually, thanks to Gene’s Guardian that somehow managed to be more arrogant than Mergo himself. But there wasn’t any point on dwelling on that. Besides, Angelo hadn’t been too bad, for a child. “Well, sort of,” Mergo answered...

He glanced at the bottle. Admittedly, he'd forgotten the name of the brand. "Empoleodor," Mergo answered. "It's a brandy. Help yourself." He took another pull from his own glass. It was only moderately better than most drinks, and probably cost as much as a piece of fine jewelry. "Where were...

"Mm. Sort of," Mergo answered. "We've never had any of these grand omens that needed humans to solve. My people have always been strong enough to handle our own issues, and the humans are nothing but-- oh, thank you." A Gengar floated by with their first round of orders, offering pleasantries...