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"That's fine." Bahamut headed east. Silent at first, then, "I take it you have personal experience with someone like me? My so-called species?"

Bahamut's style was to get right to the point. That's what every fiber of his being told him. But he looked at the words projecting above him. He thought about what had happened on Cibus. Perhaps, cutting to the chase wasn't the best idea in this situation. The necrozma floated a bit into the...

Again, it was best to play along as much as possible. Try to find the right avenue to tackle things. "I'm a traveling monk," Bahamut said. "I was told there is a charizard living here who has perfected the art of meditation in a way no one else has. So, I was hoping to learn from him. I think...

Bahamut floated up to the sign. Owen’s home, perhaps? The psyche tended to build itself around the familiar. It created comfort. Routine. Finding the block wouldn’t be a simple matter. Well, not if Bahamut intended to be delicate. He would need to work within that routine. There was some room...

“Fair enough.” Bahamut looked down. “I suspect I may find your attack dog, Wishkeeper, waiting for me.” His body powered down, returning to its black, crystalline state. Bahamut leaned over until the top of his core touched Owen’s forehead. Owen would feel a sudden pressure. Then Bahamut’s...

“If you throw my core far enough away, it’ll sever the connection,” Bahamut said. “I can understand the hesitation, though. Who knows what could be tied up in the block?” He frowned. “However, if I may be frank, I feel some of the team’s paranoia has let things play to Soda’s liking.” He lifted...

“Uh-huh. Well, if we’re still here when a gift-giving holiday rolls around I’ll be sure to buy you an action figure or something.” Bahamut turned the rest of his body around to face Owen. “I’m not interested in talking about the memory block. I want to get rid of it.” He leaned over. His head...

The images disappeared and Bahamut turned around. His crystal face contorted. “Compensating for something, are we?” He tapped his chin with a wing. “I don’t think looking like a cross between eternatus-corrupted charizard and Etherium’s charizard before they lost their dragon typing will earn...

Bahamut sent the summons discretely and telepathically. There was no guarantee Owen would agree. But it was Owen. Ever the proverbial yes-mon. Even if that shadow of his detested it. He sat in the center of the training room. Bahamut’s mismatched eyes flickered like an old television set. They...

Bahamut does not say anything to Karat about Deoxys. Or anything else, really. :^)

Bahamut waved an upper wing. A new wormhole crackled into existence. "I have to prepare for the battle that lies ahead. If I can't shield Diyem, then our team's journey reaches an abrupt end." He floated into the portal, which snapped shut behind him. <><><>

Debatable. Bahamut kept that one to himself. "Mmm. Well, I suppose you can point Karat in my direction whenever. I'm sure he can sense my aura or... whatever it is he does." His head tendrils bristled. "I wouldn't say I have the best track record with mewtwo, so I won't be going out of my way to...

Bahamut pet the shade with his tail. "You have nothing to apologize for." Silence ensued, then, "Vix must've known good souls if her memories were able to produce you."

"You are inevitably going to lose us regardless the outcome here," Bahamut said. "Either we fail and perish or we succeed and return to our own worlds, losing the memories of what happened here. And you certainly cannot follow any of us back to our homes. I can't speak for the others, but I...

Bahamut's tail pulsated. "It is basic reasoning. If someone had the power to strike us down, they would do so now, while we are not prepared." He paused. "I suppose Maple and Eternatus might be capable of that, but they're too busy with each other and too beyond their senses." The necrozma...

"This isn't overconfidence. It's stating a simple fact." Bahamut gestured up with a wing. "If whatever powers are at work truly had the strength to lay waste to this planet, it already would've happened. But it hasn't. Meaning Soda doesn't have whatever he's been tricked into thinking he needs...

"Please. Nothing's blown this planet up yet, so it's hardly the kind of power I'm used to."

Bahamut harrumphed. "I don't think it's necessary for anyone to leave the planet right now. Inevitably we have to deal with the nonsense on the moon, but the odds are strong that the team will be in a better position with Maple and—" he shuddered "—Eternatus to back us up."

"You do realize that, between me, Joule, and Palkia, we can probably make a portal in the sun's general direction to bathe Deoxys in light, right?" Bahamut said. "Let's not try for anything crazy. After all, the moon is watching us."

"No, no, and no." Bahamut tapped the top of the book stack with an upper wing-claw. "If you expose Deoxys to Diyem or Joule it'll just wind up corrupted by shadows or radiance, breaking it even further. Artificial energy is not of any help. Viruses thrive off what is naturally produced by one's...