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"Yeah, good luck," Thyme said. "...Weird kid." His antennae bobbed above him, and then he looked at Saltriv's leaf. He wondered what that'd be like. Oh well. He returned to cleaning. <><><>

"Not really," Thyme said. "From what I was told, it was practically some kind of... reincarnation. So, she didn't really have any memories for a while. I figure they might have some basic memories, but probably nothing more than instincts, if I had to guess."

"Uh... Yeah, actually." Thyme nodded. "That'd be Nutmeg, Pita's partner on the Water Continent. She used to be Mew during ancient times, but had her memories sealed so Dark Matter couldn't take advantage of dark memories that gave him power to begin with, or something."

"Wh-uh." Thyme usually expected an autograph or something after that. Then again, this was Team Spectrum, the 'current' Omen Heroes, even if they were a little unorthodox. The Meganium stopped working the bush to face Saltriv properly. "Yeah, uh, no problem. Heading back for more world-saving...

"Yeah, we know each other," Thyme said. "Not too long after the Dark Matter crisis, we sort of reached out to each other after realizing that we all sorta did the same thing at different times. I don't know them too well, but, you know, we write each other and stuff."

"Thunder Continent?" repeated Thyme, humming. "Nope. Must be one that only your world has or something." He bobbed his head, satisfied with this bush, and moved on to the next. "Guess we can't expect every world to be the same."

"That's me," Thyme said fully, returning to his cleanup as he listened. "You, uh, a fan or something?" Been a while.

Thyme glanced toward Saltriv. "Oh, hey," he greeted with a nod. "You, uh... Right, Team Spectrum." He eyed the leaf, but then nodded. "Yeah, I'm Thyme. If you're looking for Pepper or the kids, they're out shopping."

By luck, it seemed that, indeed, Thyme was present. It didn't look like anybody else was home--perhaps they'd gone on an outing while he stayed behind to clean the place up. Now that winter was quickly coming to an end, perhaps he wanted to get a head start on spring cleaning. The Meganium was...

"--No, I meant, Maple and Dave, er... never mind." Owen sighed. "...Not a little one..." Maple disappeared through a portal, leaving the pair to walk back. Owen seemed a little brighter than before, if only after reflecting on what had just happened. There was still an air of caution about...

Maple looked down, eyes closed as she smiled. "I somehow doubt he would believe me if I said so myself." "Are you two fighting?" Owen asked. "In a manner of speaking." She nodded to Bahamut. "Take care. I'll leave announcements to you. I have some research to resume." She gestured to the...

"Well, I mean, uh, it's not like it's..." Owen perked up. "Say! We should try to cook a few things up for you later, you know, when you have a taste for raw ingredients first and stuff!" Maple chuckled, looking back to her normal demeanor. "Right. Bahamut, you should probably tell the others...

Owen frowned, finding this less funny than the stone, but he tried to be constructive. "Hey, how about you get something to eat?" he asked. "Like... uh, maybe something small at first, like an Oran? Or an apple? Or maybe you can try a curry bowl..." Maple helped Bahamut steady himself. "You'll...

Owen hid behind the mirror, only coming out when the roar subsided. "I--I have no idea! Maple?" "...I've seen this before," Maple said. "Your kind are capable of taking possession of certain powerful entities. One of the most common possessions are other light-based beings, such as what form...

Maple frowned, reaching into a tiny portal to her left. "Here," she said. "You--um--you don't look so bad! More... corporeal... kinda?" Owen tried to assure him as Maple held up the shining silver plane.

"...What?" Maple and Owen both said, and the former finally realized how distraught she had been. She quickly tried to compose herself, straightening her fur, wiping her eyes--no tears, surprisingly--and then adjusting her cap. "I... I might have... made a mistake." "He's..." Owen rubbed his...

"Bahamut," Maple said quickly, her eyes a little wider. "Bahamut, say something, what happened?" "What..." Owen stepped forward hesitantly. "What happened to...?" He is dying. Something happened when the stone interacted with his body. It stripped away his light. This reaction never happened...

Owen, who had been closer, was already trying to yank the thing from Bahamut's core, but he wasn't strong enough. It was like a magnet. It was only when Maple joined Owen that they were able to break it free of him, but so much damage had already been done. The stone rolled away from Bahamut...

Maple frowned when Bahamut spoke, a few small pieces of the puzzle apparently sliding together in her head. There was something familiar about these Shades that she could not quite place for a while, and Bahamut's description was something that concerned her. How did that fit together? It...

Maple's smile shifted to a pensive, neutral expression. "Excuse me?" she asked. "Oh, that's right," Owen said. "A little while ago, I explained to Bahamut, you know, what was going on with the Shades and these stones, and we kinda got curious, and... Well, now he has a heavy one, like mine."...