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There's a strong chance this character might spend a solid portion of this "sleeping" due to my own schedule in February and possibly part of March. We'll see. Name: Nero Species: Silvally Appearance: Personality: A cheerful, albeit somewhat goofy optimist. Tries to see the good in everyone...

"Y'know, what if it's not something related to Giovanni?" Esper breastroke through the air until he reached Shield. He sat on the lucario's shoulder and leaned against his snout. "I mean, this guy caused us headaches and blew up the Isle of Light with Space Noodle. What if it's just some poor...

"Aww, snap!" Esper smooshed his cheeks. "Another plot twist!" It was undoubtedly a good thing Bahamut was not here.

"Maybe Owen needs to see a paranormal specialist?" Esper was going to keep flinging around completely unhelpful suggestions until something stuck. It was fun! "If he got possessed or whatever, then we might be able to exorcise the daemon!" He floated up to Owen and poked his side. "Hey, evil...

Esper looked up from his fake notepad. "Or maybe they're having a secret affair!" A beat passed. "... nah, we don't have enough episodes of this drama for a plot twist like that. The network would laugh us out of the studio."

"Maybe he's a sleepwalker because of deeply repressed psychological trauma?" Esper materialized a pair of slimy glasses and pressed them to his face. He then conjured up a gooey notebook and pen. "So, let's start by talking about your relationship with your mother..."

[Sourdough has left the current conversation.]

"Oh, oh, wait. I think I know how this story goes." Esper took a deep breath in and, in the most stoner-like voice he could manage, declared, "It's a conspiracy, maaaaaaaan!" He blew some Blacklight vapor in Mia's general direction.

"DUN DUN DAAAAAAAAAAA! The plot thickens!" Esper did jazz hands.

Esper blinked at Kate. "Ohmygod Dork Matter is the worst recruiter ever."

Esper had been trying to get in touch with Bahamut but had gotten what he could only assume was the telepathic equivalent of an answering machine. "Oh, for pity's sake... another char? Okay, so Diyem or not... that's Owen Eight." The poipole then noticed Kate. "Speaking of redundancy... good...

Bahamut didn't end up returning to the guild with Owen. Rather, he just wandered off to the edge of the residential area Kyurem's house was in. Despite the colder atmosphere, he stayed outside even as night fell. He was drifting off to sleep when he heard explosions in the distance. ... oh...

“Yeah, right.” Bahamut clicked his tongue. “Be seeing you... and your entourage.” <><><>

"I know how to handle a zekrom. You just have to be louder than her," Bahamut mused. "Or, if that fails, call her Turbine Butt. That usually shut her up. Well, before she died, anyway." Knowing he'd already said too much, Bahamut made for the door.

"I'm not even a real cat. That's Maple's fault," Bahamut grumbled. It seemed like the conversation was over. "Sorry for intruding on your, erm, baking." Bahamut looked at the plate of cookies again. Now that this was over, he really didn't know what to do with himself.

It then occurred to Bahamut that it was entirely plausible that someone — perhaps a dumb kid egged on by peer pressure — licked Kyurem and got their tongue stuck to her. Hell, it could've happened more than once. It was definitely something he'd witnessed in the days before Eternatus. Though...

"The Blacklight should be the one afraid of me," Bahamut said. His voice was stoic as usual, so it was impossible to tell if he was joking. "Though it would be more accurate to say, unlike most of my teammates, I tend not to tap into those powers nearly as readily as they all do. It's relatively...

"That was the intention, but in the end... I think the fundamental difference is you've always been part of this world. I'm too used to a land where selfishness and greed are the rules and not the exceptions," Bahamut said. "All I want is for someone to just understand that what they think is a...

Wrote ~5500 words since last log... and uploaded a 5400 word chapter. :V

Bahamut's stance slouched. The whole afternoon spent pursuing this lead to be told a sophisticated version of, "Suck it up." "Maybe I can just ask Maple to cleave me in half with that light blade she's overly fond of," he mumbled.