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Bahamut's head tendrils frazzled. "In the past, I wouldn't have let such things stand. My responses were always... aggressive. Probably too aggressive, but I was so tired and angry with being alone all the time." All four wings fell to their sides. "But this is a different story. I mean... my...

Bahamut crossed his lower wings and scratched his head with an upper wing. "I didn't take it. It just... happened by accident." His eyes took on a blue and purple tint. "If the others choose to hate me for it, then that is their right. Whatever helps them with the grieving process."

"Hmm?" Bahamut pulled the towel away and looked down at his leg. Ah. The angry scraggy familiar. Still simmering, by the look of things. "... oh. Did you go out into the city so quickly? Maybe you shades can move faster than I realized."

Someone was kind enough to get Bahamut a towel-- well, several towels. It was odd. This body type was supposed to be more ethereal in nature, yet it was more on the solid side. And the drab gray color. Well, he supposed it compensated his typical demeanor. He was busy rubbing his crystalline...

"Why not use Baha Blast's suggestion?" Esper bubbled from his goopy puddle. "Find Groudon or some other big sunny sun maker to make some sun for him. Or are you going to cause a luminous orb shortage worldwide?"

Esper shrugged. "How should I know? Just because I'm the familiar, doesn't me I'm familiar. I'm no necrozmaologist, y'know." A muddy wing plapped against the open windowsill. Bahamut's gray head popped up, eyes brimming with red and orange. He glared at Esper. "You are an infuriating little...

“Oh, no big deal. He only got blown up a couple of times.” Esper waved Zinc off, disappointed his hijinx had gotten no response.

Bahamut's bag dropped to the ground. And the moment it did, the opening parted and a small, goopy poipole head poked out. Esper watched Bahamut go to lift Starr up and carry her to one of the beds. It was touching... in a sad way. Something must've snapped inside the guy, because now he was at...

Logging four hours of writing last night, which, with the bonus from the battle, should be enough to purchase second ascent. Stat distribution to come later. :V

“But you are willing to work out a compromise?” Bahamut asked. “It would mean a great deal to them all. And Giovanni is still at large. Replenishing our ranks might be vital to the planet’s safety.”

Bahamut tilted his head. Tree of Life? Hmm... that had been mentioned at some point, hadn't it? Bahamut's head was a bit too fuzzy to recall the details, but Maple's reaction gave him enough of an answer. If there was ever a time for a distraction, this was it. "Err, a thought just occurred to...

It was pointless. Their mind was completely subsumed by grief. "I'm sorry," Bahamut mumbled. "I've spent far too long grieving myself. I understand your sense of rage well. And, perhaps, if I were in your place, I would find a way to twist everything said to me into something negative. It's my...

Bahamut winced. Earlier in the day, he might have made a snide remark comparing the situations to his own back home. Instead, his metallic mane bristled. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I was trying to go with an angle that they aren't truly gone and we will get them back, but I suppose it's not...

Bahamut stood stoic as ever, but then the stone cracked a bit, leading to a, "Huh." Esper wiggled from within Bahamut's bag. No doubt he would have some sort of snide remark about how anticlimactic that was to hear. But it didn't matter. "And there you have it." Bahamut bowed his head, though...

"Enough!" A lettuce coated, metallic paw stomped on the floor. Bahamut towered over Puddle. With his forehead shattered, his core's red, sparking energy was plainly visible. "You are doing no one any favors with that kind of attitude. Stand down." Not that the little thing could do much...

Wet. Sloshing. Water? Bahamut had gone with showers instead of baths while on Cibus. But this sensation of being submerged was familiar, if distant. There was dim lighting all around him. Distorted by the water. And yet, Bahamut could glide through it with ease. No currents or shifting waves...

Amidst all the chaos, Esper floated listlessly in the air, watching as Joule shed precious light like... like a damn alien geyser. A chestburster of light. Enough to fix Bahamut and maybe make him not so much of a sourpuss. More like... a sourkitten? Yeah, sure. But there was Bahamut's core...

The answer was... yoga? That was what it was called, right? Ah, fuck it. With how ridiculous this entire adventure had been, of course the answer would be something like that. Sure, he would yoga it up with the best of them. Was that an expression? Oh, whatever. It wasn't worth fretting over...

"I would say that's the understatement of the decade, but I am guilty of far worse," Bahamut said. He had actually been getting a bit used to being a cat, so he had an urge to lower his head despite not having the means to properly do so. Whatever things he wanted to talk about on a personal...

That... hadn't gone as expected, exactly. Accursed bizarre anatomy. Despite having shed his body, Bahamut had phantom limbs of a sort. Much more see-through than his real armor. ... oh. Wait. He was surrounded. By shades? This didn't look good. Not at all. But something else was there. Bahamut...