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Finally, there would be no more distractions. Frankly, Bahamut viewed Esper staying back to annoy Saltriv and BurhallaOwen Seven as a good thing. Now the poipole wouldn't get in the way. Bahamut followed the instructions Bean had given him. He paused in front of the house door, however. Maybe...

"Whatever." Esper shrugged from atop Bahamut's back. "Gimme a ring when you're done doing... whatever, Owen Seven. You and the other Owens can get working on your musical act: 'Owen and the Owenettes!' I'm sure it'll be a hit." His face scrunched up. "Actually, wait, do they even have music on...

"Aww, look. Maybe they're lovers?" Esper pursed his lips and made kissy noises before a psychic force yanked him back toward Bahamut. The necrozma squished Esper's head into his torso. "... hmph. Perhaps I'll just leave you two to get reacquainted." Bahamut cared not for this mushy scene. He...

"Seriously now?" Bahamut shook his head. Another charmander? The team was over half charmander and vulpix lines at this point! Perhaps they ought to change their name to Team Unoriginal. "Heh." Esper popped out of Bahamut's bag. "Check it. It's, like, the sixth Owen. Or is it the seventh?" He...

“Ah, so you’ve found your voice?” Bahamut opened his hand up, looking to see what had emerged from the stone.

“Oh? Lovely. The late bloomer is finally hatching.” Bahamut maintained his grip on the stone. If it was going to display the same naive optimism, that would need to be quickly stamped out.

"Then that's what you should be preparing for." Bahamut glanced down. He reached out with his hand and grabbed hold of the ultra stone. "I don't think almost losing this stone is a good use of your time. You don't want it to fall into the wrong hands, do you?"

"Oh?" Bahamut approached Saltriv, towering over them. "You're twisting my words. The way to rescue your so-called friend is by beating Giovanni. But as long as Dark Matter presently remains captive, that is not something I see the team accomplishing." He looked skyward. "If that gremlin is...

"That's all well and good, but we can't do both at the same time." Bahamut's eyes and core were red. "The team needs to prioritize based on what's best for all of Cibus. And, bizarre as it sounds, that's rescuing Dark Matter." He flexed the claws on his back. "He might even be able to provide us...

One-hundred percent Monokuma approved. Puhuhuhu~

Bahamut shook his head. "If you're going to focus on saving anyone, it should be Dark Matter. We don't have the resources to divide the team... and from the sounds of it, he is under heavy duress. It's only by his power that we ended up here in the first place. If he were to perish... what do...

As it turned out, Bean did have the information Bahamut needed. Yes, Kyurem and Yveltal lived here and, yes, it was close to where Maple's team had taken up lodgings. Bahamut had left Tricky behind, but there was a small bit of satisfaction in knowing that he was right. Though that was followed...

Generally speaking, this kind of onomatopoeia stuff is better suited for visual mediums like comics, not written works. How very, uh, anime? Do animals exist in this world? If not, how would the non-humans know what a goose is? This also applies to the prose from Meowth's POV using epithets like...

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Bahamut turned away from her. "Have fun with that. If you try to latch onto my spirit, you'll be killed by Eternatus. Then you won't even have a ghost to do any haunting with. You'll just be another Phantom, mindlessly attacking anything that so much as looks at you." He walked off toward the...

"Not really." Did the kit not hear what he'd said before? "Possibly Owen. But that's because he puts too much personal investment into everyone. One can only wonder how long he has in his home world until he cracks like an opened chestnut." Bahamut shut the book. "As juvenile as this is. It...

"Nobody mentioned they were missing." Bahamut shrugged. "If they're corrupted, then I strongly doubt they're within the city. Maple had mentioned something about her team living somewhere a bunch of so-called gods take up residence." "We were there earlier, dummy." Bahamut pretended he didn't...

Bahamut closed the book. "It doesn't matter. I've been cursed with immortality. And with the team not interested in my opinions and others able to do what I can do, I'm better off trying to find someone who thinks like me. Figure out how they can stand being in such a sickeningly cheerful world."

"Arceus suggested I find them." Bahamut began flipping toward the end of the book. "I believe they... have a similar glass-half-empty style of thinking as me." He reached Yveltal's page and frowned. Bahamut turned the book to Tricky. "Is it just me or is this a slab of bacon with wings?"

"Fascinating." It was not fascinating. "You're welcome to follow, though I don't think it should take that long." Bahamut flicked a prism hand and the door opened up. He marched up to the reception table and to the Bean that was manning it. After a quick inquiry, he was given a variety of...