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"I'm afraid so." When Bahamut finished shaking Surf's claw, radiance took hold and his feline form reassembled, much to his chagrin. He really was going to be stuck like this, wasn't he? "Etherium is a very... different world. Let's say, for the sake of simplicity, that if I was battling back...

"We don't have to keep doing this." Bahamut pointed an arm at Surf. "I'm not one for fighting. Certainly not for sport." And it... clouded his opinions of Destiny Village a bit. But different world, different rules. "That said, I've seen your techniques. I'm happy to help you work on them." He...

"Hmm. Something's getting lost in translation when you try to Surf." Bahamut paused. "Err... the attack, not your actual name." This was really getting stupid. Hadn't the kids had their fun yet? He speared Surf with more light tendrils. Contrary to their boast, they weren't really outpacing his...

"Oh dear. Did your parents not teach you about those attacks?" Bahamut glanced up toward the stands, shaking his head. "If you want to make the best use of them, you have to combine two Pledges of different elements." He pointed to Pepper and Thyme. "Your parents use water and grass to create a...

So, Surf was, predictably, the stronger of the two. And Turf had no idea what she was doing. If Bahamut wanted to end the battle without resorting to fainting, he'd have to make it hard for Surf to get a move in edgewise. Light bristled around his core. He flicked his left arm at Surf...

Let's just get this over with. "Daughters of time, hmm? I didn't think you were Dialga's kids." Bahamut inwardly cringed at this banter attempt. He doubted Surf liked it. It was for Turf's sake. Nevertheless, he pointed at Surf, arm crackling with electricity. Out came the rippling photons of...

"Sparring... match?" Bahamut blinked. Surely, this was a jest. He didn't spar. Battling wasn't something you did for sport. It was something you did because you had to. Not even for training. You trained against the elements. The harshest that nature could throw at you. That was how you grew...

"Come on where? Why isn't anyone telling me what's going on here?" Bahamut's confusion was not helped by the stone that was jostling his bag around. Why was a stone celebrating his misfortune? It didn't take any effort to get to where the kids were pointing, but he wasn't expecting to see so...

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“A match? Of what?” Someone was planking him. Probably Darkwhite.

“Excuse me? Battle? In a place like this?” He tilted his head. “Isn’t this place for games?”

A winner? Was there some sort of competition going on? Bahamut wasn't exactly one for games — he was too big for nearly all of them back home — but he wouldn't deny the joy it brought others. Maybe in a place like Destiny Village he could actually partake in a game? He walked through a...

Bahamut strolled the streets but was eventually alerted to the sounds of... cheering? It was the most concentrated bit of joy he'd heard since he'd gotten to Cibus. And that was suspicious. What did the locals have to celebrate with a potential looming crisis? He padded his way across the...

"Good. Leave the doom and gloom to me. It's my specialty." With the self-jab out of the way, Bahamut walked out of the guild to see what else this new town had waiting for him.

"Then that's all the more reason for you to find and speak to Nip." Bahamut's expression remained stoic. "You admit some culpability, so now it falls to you to take responsibility for your actions." He looked at one of the pristine walls, eyes shifting white. "There is no easy way to breech such...

Bahamut's stone plinked against him multiple times while Icetales spoke. He pressed his bag against his shoulde. He assumed the stone wished to "fix" Icetales' speech pattern in the same way he attempted to fix Arceus'.

Bahamut stomped a forepaw down right in front of Cabot. Its black spokes jutted up past Cabot's eye level. "You did no such thing." His eyes and core turned red. "Perhaps there are some... negative thoughts lingering in the back of your head. But it was the machine who took control of you and...

“Of course it is.” Bahamut’s eyes turned pink. “His cheerful facade has cracked.”

“You don’t have to agree with me. Our worlds are different. Perhaps your naive optimism serves you well at home.” Bahamut snort golden embers at Owen’s shadow. “But there is such a thing as ‘noble to a fault.’ Do not get too comfortable with that power. We’ve had enough allies traumatized by...

Bahamut's eyes turned an inquisitive orange. "I believe I'm the one who should be asking you that." He walked over to Owen, his larger frame towering over the charmander. "For the machine to pull you into the darkness like that... perhaps it realized what I was hinting at before?" His eyes...