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A nervous blue overtook Nero's synthetics. "Well, uh, you're not physically more powerful, but I've seen for myself just how strong your spirits can be! So that's, uh, something." He laughed nervously.

At that, Nero tilted his head. "Mmm. I don't recall anyone being body-swapped or anything throughout the adventure." He blinked a few times. "Are you saying you're human and got turned into the swampert line?" Nero flinched. His cheek bolts sparked a bit. "That... sounds quite unpleasant. Sorry...

And just like that, people were already grouping up. Nero looked around. People were heading to their counterparts. Or going to their polar opposites. No, wait, that was just Kora. Because the guy didn't do personal space. Oh dear. Nero had expected Mergo to break off. It was his style, after...

“Like I said. You’re edgy mirrors of one another.” Nero glanced at Cynthian. “I guess that makes you Lucius. Yeah, I can see it.”

"Oh, yeah, the kiddos!" Nero laughed. "Yeah, there were Eternalings when we fought the Blacklight." He looked around. "Also less edgy."

"Weapons are really impractical for pokemon, anyway," Nero said, head tilted. "I would know, I've got every--" He stopped himself and looked around. "Oh, right, Cibus. Backup body. Not the usual stuff." He deflated a bit.

Having failed to hit Nero, Bahamut rose from the ground. "Great. I was hoping parallel dimensions weren't a thing and the whole 'two Cibus' nonsense was just an exception. Another miserable bullet point on the list of things wrong." "Oh, hey, you guys have two of this planet, too?" Nero's tail...

The mismatched mutt of the group quirked a brow at Mergo's choice of words. They could call him Mergo, like he'd deigned to give them permission. Or was he just covering up how convoluted his full name was? He would go with the latter. "I'm Nero. No intentional rhyming to be found here, though."...

Being that eating and drinking served no purpose for him, Bahamut was lying by himself in an area with no trees to obstruct the sunlight. He didn't respond to Bean, knowing full well the more talkative types would distract the zydog.

Bahamut had snapped back to his body and swallowed his core. He looked toward Dave, trying to give some sort of facial signal that he should be the one to give the news. The good news. Soda's psyche was much cleaner than he expected. Another miracle happened after all. Maybe Soda wouldn't have a...

"You've been through... a tremendous ordeal." Bahamut lowered himself to the cabin floor, which put him at what seemed to constitute eye level... given his lack of eyes. This wasn't the time to go through the details. "Your friends want you to recover." He glanced at Dave. "So, let's see if we...

"I might be able to help with that if you'll let me," Bahamut said.

"Hello, Soda." Bahamut's tone was calm. Even. Perhaps rehearsed. "How are you feeling?"

"My sincere apologies. It's a busy time of years." Bahamut tucked his head down. His dragon form shrank and darkened to the base crystalline variant. "I understand he prefers things black when he's ill. Please, lead the way."

"May I see him? I'm a medic." Bahamut's head tendrils pulsated like blood vessels. "Some friends of his are deeply concerned about his condition."

Unlikely, Bahamut figured. A figment of Soda's psyche, perhaps trying to repair things. Though given the extent of the storm, the damage was quite severe. He probed other areas, looking for signs.

"Enough." Bahamut stuck his tail and wings out. "Frayed emotions are more damaging to a shattered psyche than helpful. Step back." It wasn't clear who was being addressed, but an ethereal tendril extended toward Diyem. Bahamut looked down at Soda. Or what he had become. So very... familiar...

Bahamut’s light rippled from explosions behind him. His head swiveled around. “Well, that was anticlimactic. Maybe we should hurl that thing into a black hole.” He looked at the unown. “Can you use Miracle Eye?” Bahamut looked at Diyem. “Otherwise we need to get Mewtwo ASAP.”

There was a twisted familiarity about Bahamut absorbing the Blacklight's first blow. That was the power he was used to. Power that neutralized strikes from foes that claimed to be strong, but really weren't. He stretched his ethereal neck, glancing at Diyem wrestling with Soda. So, in the end...

"Doesn't it concern anyone how much more... exposed that thing is compared to the other parasites we've dealt with?" Bahamut frowned. "It's almost like it's baiting you into attacking it. I wonder if stunning Soda again could let us separate the two and see what happens?" He tapped his chin with...