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“Perhaps he is… content.” Bahamut stopped short of going to happy. He wasn’t sure if that would somehow hurt Diyem. “I don’t expect either of you to know what it’s like to have one true love.”

"The best solution is just getting the space noodle to do his air conjuring magic." Bahamut lazily waved an upper wing around. "Thankfully he's not friends with Karat or Deoxys, otherwise I imagine it would be an uphill battle."

Bahamut would've squinted if he could. "That makes absolutely no sense." He shook his head. "Forget it. Not important. This one wanted to check in and make sure your significant other wasn't becoming love drunk like when he spent too much time around Xernatus." Bahamut paused. "And I was napping...

"I don't live in a house," Bahamut said. "More importantly, why is there a sentient loaf of bread?"

"... fine." Bahamut flicked a wing to open one of the house's nearby windows. "Oy, luvidscs. Owen and his kid are coming in. You better be decent." Owen was too large to push through the window, but Bahamut could scoop Cal up and plop her on whatever was on the other side of the window.

"Check in on them? Pah." Bahamut lay back down, flicking an upper wing dismissively. "Have you not seen them flying around at night? If joy wasn't anathema to him, I would expect them to break into some fairy tale musical number."

Grumbling, Bahamut sat up. "Well, I was sleeping. What do you want?"

Bahamut was sleeping in the middle of the road where the team's houses were. Of course it was hard to tell he was actually sleeping given his lack of proper eyes. It really just looked like he was lying there. Like a hobo or something.

"I... don't see any clear way to stop the moon from pulling itself back together." The conversation had hit a standstill. Bahamut took that as his cue to leave. But with Eien blocking the exit, he settled for dipping into a portal.

“We are not letting Giovanni go up there,” Bahamut said. “That is asking for trouble. And the last time people tried to scout the area, Vix died.” He shook his head. “I’d rather help Chip supercharge a telescope than send anyone up there.”

Final BLECs (and also challenges) -5000 words written and published for Path of Valor -One part of HoC beta read -A 19-part, 1950-word review for Liberators of Fate

13 -Don’t think you need to describe a lucario when both brothers would know what one looks like. -I don’t remember if Shiron’s popped up before now, but this is not the capacity I was expecting. He also seems a bit more of a goofball than his blacklight incarnation. Also is Shiron actually...

"I'd talk to him." Bahamut pointed to Arceus. "If Soda has unown at his beck and call, then our friend in the fence is the best person to prepare us for what we could expect."

"Those are... certainly possibilities," Bahamut said, frowning. "However, we have precedent showing flying their directly... might not end well." He tapped his tail against his left leg. "Now that Eternatus is free, however, perhaps if she combined her energy with those of us who can make...

Chapter 20: The Wrong Kind of Networking Silence. The kind that one could hear a pin drop in. And Yuna didn't blame anyone. She couldn't find the words to express her sheer confusion at the cocoons hanging over the team. The pokémon inside appeared to be asleep. But there was no chest or belly...

Bahamut tucked his head into his chest. "That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isn't it? There are multiple different avenues that spring to mind. But I'd need more time to brainstorm these approaches and what's even feasible." He glanced at Arceus. "Regardless the method, it very...

"They were parasites." Bahamut stroked his chin in thought. "Perhaps the Eterna connection with them is... not entirely accurate. I think we proceeded under that assumption because of the negating aura. But what if it's something else entirely?" He glanced at Dave, in particular. "Cells and DNA...

Bahamut was motionless and stoic. Owen had... agreed with him. Though whether or not he said that because he felt sorry for Bahamut was open to interpretation. In some ways it was like a backhanded compliment. The powers that be once again pointing out to him he was so pathetic that the only...

"I didn't say kill him," Bahamut growled. "I said don't reason with him. I don't think words of encouragement and blacklight siphoning can fix him. With that amount of power flowing through him, what could go wrong is, well..." Bahamut frowned. He needed an analogy a human could understand. "He...

Bahamut looked where Owen was pointing and snarled. He managed to stop his tail from lashing at the air. "I sincerely hope no one here is about to suggest we try an emotional appeal or friendship plea with that idiot. I've played along with everyone's wishes until now, but I'm drawing a line...