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"What's a silvally? I'm a silvally." Nero chuckled. What a silly question. Though really he was just tiptoeing around saying anything he shouldn't. "Though, I'm guessing you actually want me to say I'm made from science." "Fuck yeah, science!" A much deeper voice crackled like it was coming...

Oh, for pity's sake. Why was he being stalked by the Band of Owens™? "I spent the night talking with the constabulary. I might've crushed a robber in my sleep." He shifted position slightly. "There was an explosion. I take it the lack of sadness in your disposition suggests no one was killed...

"You're being attacked by a vicious hat?" Nero shrugged.

"Silvally." Nero's cheek-bolts rotated in their sockets. He opened his other eye. Both turned a dusty gray, much like the cranidos' scales. It occurred to him that it might be important to keep his employer's information under wraps. That was part of the job, after all. "You can call me Nero, I...

Nero poked one mechanical eye open. "Hey, if you're going to try and teach yourself Hyper Voice, could you do it somewhere else? World-jumping really messes with my circadian rhythm."

It had been a very strange night. First there were explosions Bahamut chose to ignore. Then, sometime after he'd fallen back asleep in the middle of the residential area, he was getting prodded by what apparently passed as a neighborhood watch and gotten dragged off to talk with a magnezone...

"Huh, that's something this place actually has in common with Etherium. How about that?" Esper giggled into his hand. "Except there, it was Baha Blast getting annoyed at charizard picking fights with his friends. He'll never admit it, but I think he's secretly happy Eternatus wiped out their...

Oh, was this where his assignment had taken him? Odd. Nero's boss hadn't mentioned there being other people involved. He really hoped he wasn't getting punked. Still, soft grass and fog. Could be a relaxing combination. Green and purple lines overtook the white of his mechanical parts. A yawn...

There's a strong chance this character might spend a solid portion of this "sleeping" due to my own schedule in February and possibly part of March. We'll see. Name: Nero Species: Silvally Appearance: Personality: A cheerful, albeit somewhat goofy optimist. Tries to see the good in everyone...

"Y'know, what if it's not something related to Giovanni?" Esper breastroke through the air until he reached Shield. He sat on the lucario's shoulder and leaned against his snout. "I mean, this guy caused us headaches and blew up the Isle of Light with Space Noodle. What if it's just some poor...

"Aww, snap!" Esper smooshed his cheeks. "Another plot twist!" It was undoubtedly a good thing Bahamut was not here.

"Maybe Owen needs to see a paranormal specialist?" Esper was going to keep flinging around completely unhelpful suggestions until something stuck. It was fun! "If he got possessed or whatever, then we might be able to exorcise the daemon!" He floated up to Owen and poked his side. "Hey, evil...

Esper looked up from his fake notepad. "Or maybe they're having a secret affair!" A beat passed. "... nah, we don't have enough episodes of this drama for a plot twist like that. The network would laugh us out of the studio."

"Maybe he's a sleepwalker because of deeply repressed psychological trauma?" Esper materialized a pair of slimy glasses and pressed them to his face. He then conjured up a gooey notebook and pen. "So, let's start by talking about your relationship with your mother..."

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"Oh, oh, wait. I think I know how this story goes." Esper took a deep breath in and, in the most stoner-like voice he could manage, declared, "It's a conspiracy, maaaaaaaan!" He blew some Blacklight vapor in Mia's general direction.

"DUN DUN DAAAAAAAAAAA! The plot thickens!" Esper did jazz hands.

Esper blinked at Kate. "Ohmygod Dork Matter is the worst recruiter ever."

Esper had been trying to get in touch with Bahamut but had gotten what he could only assume was the telepathic equivalent of an answering machine. "Oh, for pity's sake... another char? Okay, so Diyem or not... that's Owen Eight." The poipole then noticed Kate. "Speaking of redundancy... good...

Bahamut didn't end up returning to the guild with Owen. Rather, he just wandered off to the edge of the residential area Kyurem's house was in. Despite the colder atmosphere, he stayed outside even as night fell. He was drifting off to sleep when he heard explosions in the distance. ... oh...