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Owen's stew had a smell from all the way across the table. He must have squeezed in his own Tamato juice or something, because it had that vague, stinging smell to it that would probably make someone like Dave vacate the room. Probably why he was eating in the cafeteria instead of his room.
"Taking orders from Legends?" Owen echoed, leaning forward a little. "You know, I guess it's not too far off."
"Yeah, Owen's tossed around a bunch of Powers That Be like he's a coin in a seedy bar."
Owen's flame crackled with his alarm. "Wh-what Cal means is, I've sort of been the interest of, you know, a lot of big powers back home. I happen to be a living weapon and all that, crafted to be used to strike down people they need taken down..." Owen blinked. "Kinda like Karat, now that I think about it... A-anyway. I've been... approached by lots of people. Mew, Arceus... In my world, they're at the same level. And kind of at each other's throats. With me in the middle." Owen prodded at a piece of potato. "It's a little awkward."
"And that's not even the half of it," Cal added, her ember eyes swirling around the apple behind her forehead. "There's also the one who crafted Owen's body in the first place, oh, and you know that birthmark on his back--"
"Just--a lot," Owen explained to Starr. "And to be honest, sometimes it feels like they never really ask if I want to work with them, just that I should. I bet your friends got the same thing?"
"Taking orders from Legends?" Owen echoed, leaning forward a little. "You know, I guess it's not too far off."
"Yeah, Owen's tossed around a bunch of Powers That Be like he's a coin in a seedy bar."
Owen's flame crackled with his alarm. "Wh-what Cal means is, I've sort of been the interest of, you know, a lot of big powers back home. I happen to be a living weapon and all that, crafted to be used to strike down people they need taken down..." Owen blinked. "Kinda like Karat, now that I think about it... A-anyway. I've been... approached by lots of people. Mew, Arceus... In my world, they're at the same level. And kind of at each other's throats. With me in the middle." Owen prodded at a piece of potato. "It's a little awkward."
"And that's not even the half of it," Cal added, her ember eyes swirling around the apple behind her forehead. "There's also the one who crafted Owen's body in the first place, oh, and you know that birthmark on his back--"
"Just--a lot," Owen explained to Starr. "And to be honest, sometimes it feels like they never really ask if I want to work with them, just that I should. I bet your friends got the same thing?"