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"... hmph. If they're still unconscious, their possessions should be confiscated first and foremost." Bahamut towered over them. "Then we toss them in some sort of power-nullifying cell. Preferably under someone like Arceus' supervision. Do not hand them to the guild." He leaned over...

Bahamut levitated his cards in his direction, but kept them on the ground.

"I think that's a 'no.'"

"Sure." Bahamut looked down. "Although... we might have to keep a fair distance. The size difference makes it far too easy for me to see your cards if you're close."

"If I did, it was such a long time ago I've forgotten about it," Bahamut said. "I was more of a Solitaire guy. Or Hearts, Spades, or poker if I had other people around."

Again, Bahamut resisted the urge to facepalm. "Potluck, sweetie, 52 Card Pickup isn't a game. Someone throws the whole deck of cards onto the ground and makes another pour soul pick all of them up." He grabbed one of the balls with his wing. "But I can make the other idea work." He faced away...

"Told you." Bahamut scooped the stone and put it back in his bag. "So, anyone want to play a game? I have balls and cards and..." His voice trailed off as he emptied the items from his bag. Potluck might've recognized them. "Apparently these things are slinkys? I don't really know what they do...

The stone did not respond. It wasn't even clear whether it heard anything.

“Superheroes?” Bahamut rubbed his temples. “Can’t you breathe fire, ice, and lightning? And change types at will? Seems more like you’re the super one.” He chuckled. “Perhaps I should be asking for an autograph.”

“A massive explosion from a small point full of matter and energy,” Bahamut responded. “Pokémon attacks and abilities can only manipulate things on a small scale. No one controls time or the weather. I thought it strange about Cibus.” He shrugged. “I mean, all these gods and this world has been...

"Overseers?" Bahamut crossed his legs. "Can't say I'm familiar. But the universe I'm from doesn't have gods, either. No Dialga. No Palkia. No Giratina. No Arceus. And that's just to name a few."

"Where would I take them?" Bahamut's head turned toward Raven. "People can't breath in space." He looked back up. "Aesir is the realm of spirits. Where they may mingle together in harmony. But Eternatus keeps the spirits of every living thing it kills. They become trapped in a realm where the...

Bahamut managed to stop himself from facepalming. "The difference is you still have a team to go back to at the end of the day. I did not." He rolled onto his back and looked skyward. "Loneliness warps the mind. Imagine spending millennia by yourself. No friends. No family. Just the memories of...

"For the longest time I told myself I was saving their ungrateful souls, by allowing them to pass to Aesir and avoid languishing within Eternatus," Bahamut responded. "But perhaps it was just rage. How would you react after getting chased away from hundreds of planets despite wanting nothing...

Bahamut scowled. "Our little mental link was superficial. He overstepped when the team was meeting to discuss how to handle the whole revival thing. He saw old memories. Planets I destroyed in response to their hostilities."

The stone didn't respond. "Well, as long as you stay away from the inside of the Tree, we shouldn't have a problem." Bahamut continued looking ahead. "But I don't think he's going to come out if I'm here."

The stone didn't respond. "I do not believe Esper was well-liked among Team Spectrum anyway," Bahamut said. "I think that's about the only thing we had in common."

"That would be... something." Bahamut's tail curled up. "I'm more concerned that they have a connection to the alien lady slumbering in the Tree." He pointed an upper wing forward. "Darkwhite, for all intents and purposes, had an Ultra Stone in her and look what happened to her. She had the...

Nero looked at Kora like he was wondering how many paint chips the guy ate as a child.