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Logging four hours of writing last night, which, with the bonus from the battle, should be enough to purchase second ascent. Stat distribution to come later. :V

“But you are willing to work out a compromise?” Bahamut asked. “It would mean a great deal to them all. And Giovanni is still at large. Replenishing our ranks might be vital to the planet’s safety.”

Bahamut tilted his head. Tree of Life? Hmm... that had been mentioned at some point, hadn't it? Bahamut's head was a bit too fuzzy to recall the details, but Maple's reaction gave him enough of an answer. If there was ever a time for a distraction, this was it. "Err, a thought just occurred to...

It was pointless. Their mind was completely subsumed by grief. "I'm sorry," Bahamut mumbled. "I've spent far too long grieving myself. I understand your sense of rage well. And, perhaps, if I were in your place, I would find a way to twist everything said to me into something negative. It's my...

Bahamut winced. Earlier in the day, he might have made a snide remark comparing the situations to his own back home. Instead, his metallic mane bristled. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I was trying to go with an angle that they aren't truly gone and we will get them back, but I suppose it's not...

Bahamut stood stoic as ever, but then the stone cracked a bit, leading to a, "Huh." Esper wiggled from within Bahamut's bag. No doubt he would have some sort of snide remark about how anticlimactic that was to hear. But it didn't matter. "And there you have it." Bahamut bowed his head, though...

"Enough!" A lettuce coated, metallic paw stomped on the floor. Bahamut towered over Puddle. With his forehead shattered, his core's red, sparking energy was plainly visible. "You are doing no one any favors with that kind of attitude. Stand down." Not that the little thing could do much...

Wet. Sloshing. Water? Bahamut had gone with showers instead of baths while on Cibus. But this sensation of being submerged was familiar, if distant. There was dim lighting all around him. Distorted by the water. And yet, Bahamut could glide through it with ease. No currents or shifting waves...

Amidst all the chaos, Esper floated listlessly in the air, watching as Joule shed precious light like... like a damn alien geyser. A chestburster of light. Enough to fix Bahamut and maybe make him not so much of a sourpuss. More like... a sourkitten? Yeah, sure. But there was Bahamut's core...

The answer was... yoga? That was what it was called, right? Ah, fuck it. With how ridiculous this entire adventure had been, of course the answer would be something like that. Sure, he would yoga it up with the best of them. Was that an expression? Oh, whatever. It wasn't worth fretting over...

"I would say that's the understatement of the decade, but I am guilty of far worse," Bahamut said. He had actually been getting a bit used to being a cat, so he had an urge to lower his head despite not having the means to properly do so. Whatever things he wanted to talk about on a personal...

That... hadn't gone as expected, exactly. Accursed bizarre anatomy. Despite having shed his body, Bahamut had phantom limbs of a sort. Much more see-through than his real armor. ... oh. Wait. He was surrounded. By shades? This didn't look good. Not at all. But something else was there. Bahamut...

There was movement back down on the improvised platforms. Shouts. Anger? Yeah, definitely anger. His time was pretty much out. Bahamut couldn't even lament the irony of how backwards this situation was from the whole ordeal with Darkwhite. Is this what it had felt like for his teammates? Stars...

Bahamut kept a tight grip on Shield, even as Joule paused and his core became exposed. He took a couple of cautious steps back. The blacklight streaming around Joule's body. A palpable sense of uncertainty to their foe's movements. If blacklight is a corruptive force... wouldn't the core be...

Explosions. Screams. Meteors. It all made it incredibly hard for Bahamut to focus. Especially since Esper was chittering in the back of his head despite being stuffed into his bag. Strafe left. No, right. Right! Meteors whizzed by him. A massive explosion in the distance. Arceus? If only he had...

Logging 2500 words written over the past couple of days. :V

Bahamut hefted up his prism arms to make his back more accessible. "Very well."

... or the team could just completely ignore him. Guess that was a sign that things were as good as they were going to get. They all had their connections. Bahamut had nothing. Nothing but a chance to make sure Maple and Cibus didn’t share the same fates as him and Etherium.

Turn 4: -Morning Sun on himself, Saltriv, Astrid, and Shiron -Toss both Vile Seeds? -Focus? Not sure on everything besides Morning Sun. Can defer to someone with a better idea.

There were a number of advantages to Bahamut's enormous size and psychic typing. Even in the Reverse World with the bizarre gravity effects Joule was making, Bahamut could largely tend to himself. Which is exactly what he was doing. Trying to focus on keeping the shield up while repelling...