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"Wounded?" Bahamut's eyes flickered purple. Because of that hunk of prism armor? "Are you sure about that?"

Nobody had told Bahamut anything, as per usual. It was like some sort of sick, recurring cosmic joke. He was trying to get work done, but had a tendency to fly blind. But a shade daring to impersonate that doppelganger of his was enough to draw his attention. Bahamut followed by running through...

"Wow. A pizza guy with no pizza." Still floating in the air, Esper shook his head. "Where do you work? I'm going to put in a complaint to your manag—" A pink outline appeared around Esper. Bahamut telekinetically yanked the poipole back and grabbed him with one of his prism arms.

"Eh?" Esper broke off from Bahamut. "You the pizza delivery guy? It's been way longer than thirty minutes, so the pizza's free, right?" Bahamut, it seemed, was still focused on the new shade and the suspicious looking crystal parts laying in the hallway.

With an annoyed twitch in his tail, Bahamut lumbered back to the guild. The necrozma threw the front door open and his metal forepaw thumped against the floor. He froze in the middle of the door upon seeing Owen and the... shade he was looking up at. His eyes and core darkened to a deep violet...

"I see." Bahamut wasn't sure if this was yet another messed-up family dynamic to add to the growing list. At this rate, Cabot would be the lone team member without a complicated family situation. Because of course it would be him. He shuffled back. "I guess... I'll leave you'll two to get...

Either because of age or death, Bahamut figured. And that answered certainly suggested Seyka was out of touch with civilization... much like he was. It might have been endearing, except Bahamut had lived amongst civilization before Eternatus messed all of that up for him. He decided this matter...

Bahamut couldn't see Esper when he glanced up. The poipole was back on his head. "Bureaucracy would make things worse for us, not better." He tilted his head slightly. "Just... how much contact did you have with other people back in home?"

Bahamut kept a blank expression on his face. It sounded more and more like this skarmory lived in whatever his world's equivalent of under a rock was. Acid? Fire? Did he really think those were good ideas? "There was a brief instance where his translation powers faded," Bahamut said. "I don't...

"Puh-lease. What would a grouchy loner like him care about being presentable?" Esper rolled over so his right arm dangled off Bahamut's forehead. "Outside of these battles, he's spent the majority of his time here by himself." "The grime is an irritant." Bahamut scratched his hind legs...

Wow. He didn't think Seyka would still be this ignorant of these types of things after they'd lived here three months. Bahamut looked down. "It's not just about that. Dirty metal can attract grime and germs." "Whiiiiiich you didn't have to worry about when you were a big ol' light crystal...

Bahamut didn't have a solid response to that other than, "Metal can still attract odor." "Yeah, case in point, Baha Blast here has smelled like sulfur and brimstone ever since we fought Groudon." Esper chuckled. "Perhaps a refreshing smell for the fire-types on the team, but not for everyone."...

"This big lug hasn't been a steel-type before." Esper tapped the back of Bahamut's head. "He needs to find hygiene products that work with his metal coat. Y'know, soap and stuff." Bahamut sighed. "Yes, something like that."

Esper poked his head up. "There are rocks everywhere, dude. Gotta be more specific." Bahamut frowned. "Did you not see my text message?" Well, it didn't matter, since the skarmory actually showed up. Though he was clearly preoccupied. "I take it you've misplaced your Ultra Stone?"

This was... not something Bahamut expected. Of course, it wasn't like he had to do much in the way of hygiene as a big hunk of crystal. Now, though... it didn't seem like that was going to fly. But the products he'd found around the guild did not agree with his new metal coat. Fortunately, he...

Bahamut just watched her go. There had been a momentary fuzziness in the back of his head, but the pieces quickly started to come back together. Perks of being psychic, he supposed. He'd have to be tuned to telepathy more in the future. "... you're welcome to think whatever you want," he...

Bahamut sighed. So, Brisa's friend had the same tendency to misconstrue things as she did. At least now it made more sense to him why Brisa had such bad blood with Starr early on. Etherium lacked stereotypes about impulsive electric-types acting before thinking things through, but perhaps such...

"Eternatus warps the fabric of reality around itself. Possibly without realizing it." Bahamut shut the book. It didn't look like this Isle of Light had what he wanted. Pity. "I can't form much more than some basic guesses. But the way I see it is quite simple. The first issue to befall this...

Esper looked around the room. "Dang, of all the times not to have a laugh track."

"You strip of his light if you want to cripple him," Bahamut said. "Do that, and he'll be in such excruciating pain he won't be able to function properly." He crossed one forepaw in font of the other. "Deoxys are mutants. The result of high-energy light colliding together in the depths of deep...