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“Yeah, right.” Bahamut clicked his tongue. “Be seeing you... and your entourage.” <><><>

"I know how to handle a zekrom. You just have to be louder than her," Bahamut mused. "Or, if that fails, call her Turbine Butt. That usually shut her up. Well, before she died, anyway." Knowing he'd already said too much, Bahamut made for the door.

"I'm not even a real cat. That's Maple's fault," Bahamut grumbled. It seemed like the conversation was over. "Sorry for intruding on your, erm, baking." Bahamut looked at the plate of cookies again. Now that this was over, he really didn't know what to do with himself.

It then occurred to Bahamut that it was entirely plausible that someone — perhaps a dumb kid egged on by peer pressure — licked Kyurem and got their tongue stuck to her. Hell, it could've happened more than once. It was definitely something he'd witnessed in the days before Eternatus. Though...

"The Blacklight should be the one afraid of me," Bahamut said. His voice was stoic as usual, so it was impossible to tell if he was joking. "Though it would be more accurate to say, unlike most of my teammates, I tend not to tap into those powers nearly as readily as they all do. It's relatively...

"That was the intention, but in the end... I think the fundamental difference is you've always been part of this world. I'm too used to a land where selfishness and greed are the rules and not the exceptions," Bahamut said. "All I want is for someone to just understand that what they think is a...

Wrote ~5500 words since last log... and uploaded a 5400 word chapter. :V

Bahamut's stance slouched. The whole afternoon spent pursuing this lead to be told a sophisticated version of, "Suck it up." "Maybe I can just ask Maple to cleave me in half with that light blade she's overly fond of," he mumbled.

"What's there to regret when, regardless how I spend my time here, I'll remember nothing and no one?" Bahamut said. "How am I supposed to enjoy anything here when all it does is remind me of what awaits back home? It's not like there's anyone on my team who can or even wants to relate to my...

Esper shook his head. "Jeez. The guy recruited literal children for this thing. Guess I'm-a have to call him Dork Matter." The poipole floated off for parts unknown. <><><>

"Well I was supposed to be mortal," Bahamut growled. "Mine was a universe with no deities. The only one who can break space and time on a comparable scale is Eternatus... but it does not possess any cognitive abilities." His crystal arms sagged. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do here...

Bahamut's expression darkened. "My universe... the prevailing theory has always been that it's the result of a cataclysmic explosion of energy from a singularity. I never thought much of it... until I was broken by Eternatus. "Since I've taken on this bizarre form and have had to sleep... I've...

Bahamut had been taking in Kyurem's words. The silhouette abruptly faded, however, when she talked about their differences. "Not... the first..." Tiny slivers of different-colored light projected from his forehead. Without Bahamut realizing, they coalesced into... an outline of a butterfree?

"His memories were supposedly scrambled when he first showed up here," Bahamut explained. Owen had gotten flattened by a magikarp dripping with Eternatus corruption. He was lucky he didn't get turned into a magikarp. "Regardless, mine was less interpersonal anger and more anger toward entities...

Ejecting spirits and returning them back to their worlds? Well, that sounded like how Dark Matter had created Team Spectrum's whole arrangement. "This spirit ejection... I'm not sure we have such a concept back home. I was hoping that, because Dark Matter was missing, if someone killed me I...

Bahamut accepted a cookie. "Water is fine. Hydration is... still somewhat foreign to me." He ate half the cookie with a single bite and swallowed before continuing. "So, you were some sort apocalypse seer, then?" His toes curled and he tensed up. Bahamut's core flickered erratically.

"Well, it's better than lying down in caves or against rocks." Bahamut padded his way through the house. "Yes, you're correct. I'm not exactly a cheerful individual. Life circumstances have hammered such feelings out of me." He lifted his right hand, which sparked with a bid of radiance. "I...

"Kyurem, correct?" It looked like introductions wouldn't be necessary. "Arceus had suggested I seek you out. I had asked him if there was anyone on this saccharine planet who has a similar mindset as me."

"A new member?" Bahamut turned his neck right until a crick sounded. "Delightful. They can have my spot." He heard the footsteps. Heavy, thudding. Made sense if the information in that children's book was to be believed.

Bahamut gnashed his metal teeth together. He'd ditched Owen Seven for Owens One through Three. "You know full well I do not spar. And the team doesn't want me around anyway." He knocked on the door again with a bit more force. "Unless you've all decided to shift your priorities toward rescuing...