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Reshiram blinked, looking left, then right, and then where Mergo had once been. "Gone," he remarked to himself, frowning. He understood Mergo's relationship, perhaps literally, to the other Reshiram of that other Cibus. And perhaps an even more troubled one to whatever Reshiram existed in the...

Reshiram tilted his head, thoughtful. It was clear that Reshiram didn't know Mergo very well; he wasn't that other one, the one he knew. But he was speaking with a sense of familiarity that would likely come from someone who knew the concept of Reshiram. So, catching up to that sense, that was...

"A very utilitarian approach," Reshiram commented, thoughtful again. "Another question Zekrom would have asked me. Another argument I've had when I was younger... Perhaps one I still would, given the right circumstances. But consider this." Reshiram folded his wings again, laying out a...

"The truth," Reshiram said, "was that the upstream village was being reckless with their resources, and contaminated the river with their trash, while taking too much from the river. Unsustainable. Other nearby villages caught wind of this after realizing where it all stopped, and confronted the...

When Mergo spoke, Reshiram kept his head down, eyes closed, as he deeply contemplated what he was saying. Taking in every word, maybe even running the words over his head again from different angles. It was a careful posture, one that wouldn't leave any details open, should he spend all the time...

"Hm? Yes, of course," Reshiram said, nodding. "Anything. At this point, we are in debt to both you and Team Spectrum, after all, for all the assistance that has been provided. Ask away."

Reshiram smiled, like he could tell more from what Mergo was saying, and he nodded. "I see," he said. "You must hold me in high esteem, or, rather, what I stand for in high esteem. I did sense something from you, in a way. This... aura about you. Perhaps a kind of resonance. You must hold the...

Reshiram frowned, pensive. "I'm afraid you misunderstand," he said. "I'm not the same Reshiram you knew. He's elsewhere, a completely different yet similar world. Is that... difficult to understand? I can certainly see why. It took me a time to come to terms with the concept. But there is...

"Ah, my apologies," Reshiram said with a nod. "I must still be excited from the Colosseum battle of my sister. Were you planning to go inside? We could share a table; if you'd humor me, I was very curious about this other world so similar to ours." Which would be the natural expectation...

"Oh, goodness," said a voice that perhaps Mergo had wanted more than anything, yet also wanted to avoid at all costs. "I didn't expect to find one of your team here." Mergo had been here for a few weeks by now. Their Diyem had allowed and pushed for more time to give Team Spectrum more morale...

"Let 'em," Cal replied as she stretched her wings, and it really did feel, in some small way, like she was stretching. So satisfying, the way it felt. "Hey, think it's about time we tried more of this food? I wanna see what the fish and rice is like next..."

Cal could, though for someone like her, it came off more like a great rumble that shook both of their ectoplasm. Her wings folded over them both, and her arms, much smaller by comparison, did what they could to run along Luz's false fur. "So... that's what it's like..." Cal held her position...

"I was thinking about trying out a scarf," Cal said. "Maybe a stylish one, you know? Oh! Or maybe I could try out a cape. I heard that Owen once tried one on to act like he had wings--er, wait, I'm not supposed to say that one out loud. Forget I said that." But then came the offer and Cal...

"Yeah, it sounds awesome," Cal agreed with a grin. Even her golden embers seemed to light up a little. "God, it's crazy how good stuff tastes now that I can actually taste it, though. And feel things, and stuff, too. Have you ever curled up in a bed and just felt the fabric all over? Fucking...

Cal nodded. "And even if they don't want to explore anymore, what's to say a new God Squad... thing will start up again one day, y'know? We've got centuries and stuff!" It was clear that the concept of centuries did not fully register to Cal, who did not yet know her first year. Cal took her...

"I mean, probably..." Cal hummed, thoughtful. "I just wonder if I might get tired of that one day and then find a place to settle. I'm... according to Eien--I mean, er, Mom--I'm probably immortal. Or close to it. I think I should, like... set up a mental map of a bunch of hobbies to take on and...

"I think I heard one of the humans in our team say that cold pizza is good, too," Cal said. "But then another human didn't like it. Maybe it's a cultural thing across humans." Cal took their orders and stepped away. "I'm glad Pop can fund all this. I'd have to do a job soon, though. Once Dad...

"I want some of those spicy rice cake soup bowls," Cal said, pointing at one of the dishes with a popping, red broth. "And I'll also have the deep fried rolls, too. Oh! And are those ones fresh? Yeah, those barbecue fish. Yeah, that! Okay, and Luz, I think we can also go to that other place to...

"Oh, uh..." Owen scratched under his chin. "It's nothing important. I think it's just a little awkward, you know, with Soda and all. I don't have anything against him or anything." And, despite everything, it looked like Owen was telling the truth. Perhaps he was just trying to avoid any...

Owen nodded. "Anything to help save Cibus, right?" His tail knocked against the ground and he stretched. "Speaking of which, though, I think we should probably start getting some final preparations done..."