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He shut his eyes and hid his heavy intakes of air as his concentration ebbed. The water hurriedly slipped back into the glass, causing it to spin and teeter and almost fall towards the edge, yet just before that he snagged it in one elegant motion and took a long sip. It had warmed up a tad from...

"And your time here hasn't done anything to acclimate you to this sort of thing? Surely, I'm not the only serious one you've come across," he mused, although he did have the advantage of not being named after food. That might have helped. Perhaps he had to do something about that. Mergo cast...

She was overthinking it. Cynthian didn't do this sort of thing often, did she? He had to wonder why she suggested it in the first place. If this was a ruse, it was amateurish at best, but why else would she grab a stranger and ask them for a bite to eat? For the same reason he agreed? "Then...

That did it. The changing smell was a tad confusing, but the undertones beneath the vanilla told him everything he needed. And she was playing it off? Fascinating. He internally debated whether or not he should push that same subject later. Perhaps she already had a partner of her own. Wouldn't...

The smell of mint hit him, and Mergo bristled. He scanned the environment and looked around, searching for something amiss, but there was nothing obvious. Nothing that wasn't obvious, either. Why mint? It wasn't all that potent, but it was still alarming. "I... I don't know how long I'll stay...

The smile faded as Mergo exhaled through his nostrils. One of these, was it? That took much of the sport out of things. Back to serious it was then. “I suppose,” he permitted. “Personally though, it would make me terrified knowing that not only is there an outer-dimensional threat that can show...

Mergo blinked. He looked her over again briefly, repeating her words in his head. Did she know someone like him? “My, how forward of you,” he commended with the faintest of smiles. Was he joking? “Perhaps. But just what do you hope to discuss?”

“‘Cynthian,’” he echoed. “As in a mountain? Curious.” And a proud member of her team, too. Did they actually stand for something in this version of events? Their name implied the opposite. “You may call me Mergo,” he answered, deciding to return a similar curtsy. Even though part of him wanted...

“Hm?” Mergo turned his head and glanced down at her in his peripherals. A gentle wind danced in the area around him, pulling at the edges of his gown and the end of his faded pink scarf. His arms were folded behind his back as he sized this Roserade up, stopping in the middle of the street and...