if you can give your Shadow control of your body, does that mean I can talk to him right now? I wouldn't mind meeting him properly if you say he's friendly.
"Well, I--"
Charizard emerged from Owen's back and loomed over him. There was an amused looking smirk on his face, like he was saying, 'Yes, of course I'm friendly, Owen, you said so yourself.'
"Yeah, he's
friendly, but... I don't really think he's the king of person to party." Then again, he wasn't really partying, just relaxing and enjoying the atmosphere. Sighing, he said, "Well, I mean... we're out in the open. It should be safe if something goes wrong, and he's not dumb that he'd try to cause a scene..."
Charizard looked insulted.
"Okay," Owen said. "But only for a little while. He's... Well, I'll just keep an eye on things..."
Charizard watched Owen in silence, and then his form started fading, returning to his host's form. A few more seconds passed. The bottoms of Owen's feet darkened, and then a crackling, dried mud-like pattern of creeping darkness covered most of Owen's lower half. His flame gained a black core beneath the orange outer embers.
Then, the Charmander opened his eyes. He looked at his hands, flexing them, frowning with displeasure. Lazily, he scanned the crowd, then glanced upward, as if hearing someone. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged his left shoulder, and out drifted a Charmander with glowing, golden eyes. Was that Owen...?
"Hello," Charmander greeted, leaning forward. It was Owen's voice, but the intonation was off. Formal. Distant. "Cabot, correct? Well, as requested, here I am."
