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“If we were fighting, I’d call her something not suitable for your innocent charmander ear frills.” Bahamut sighed. “We should go, too, little one. Tell the others that we don’t have to hide Diyem’s truth anymore.”

“... everything. Yeah, sure. I bet the team will get a kick out of this.” He paused. “Actually, you should tell Dave about Arceus saying not to harm us. He would LOVE that.”

"Is it that obvious?" Bahamut was at least able to nudge his bag open to get out a berry. He wasn't completely ignorant of such matters. He had watched the people around him eat on numerous occasions. Bahamut gobbled the berry up. His mouth got very wet and berry juice and slobber dribbled on...

One blink. Then another. He looked down at his paws. His paws. Big. Yellow-orange. With black spokes protruding from them. "I—" The stone beside him rocked back and forth. It hopped up a few times, thumping against the ground. Bahamut looked at it. Why did he feel like there was laughter...

Bahamut stared into the mirror. “Why do I look like a metallic pyroar? What sort of devilish witchcraft is this?!” His words came out as an enraged roar, dousing Owen in spittle.

Claiming three sets of tiers 1-5 for writing asynchronous Path of Valor nonsense. I'll buy my perks and stuff later... <.<

He finally found his voice. “Mirror. Get me a mirror.”

Something was indeed very off. Bahamut felt heavy in a way he had never experienced. He tried to stand up, but it suddenly registered that he had four legs. Bahamut stumbled and fell on his side. It was then that he saw one of his prismatic arms protruded from his back. His metal, yellow-orange...

Bahamut lay still. His core was dimmed. His arms were bolted tightly against his core, which was venting thick, black smoke in some sort of distorted mirror for the heat the mysterious stone was giving off.

Bahamut wasn't generally one for screaming, but this sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The stone had pressed itself firmly in the center of his core and an audible sizzle rose up, like a freshly-cracked egg dropped onto a skillet. Though rigid, Bahamut tried to grab the stone...

"I have this bag." Bahamut lifted up the sad, sorry excuse for a satchel. It was covered in off-colored patches and looked as if it had been trampled on. "As I don't really have much of a solid body, I hang it from one of my chest spikes. Why, is that a problem? Is this stone actually some sort...

"... fascinating." Oh, if Bahamut could just hear Maple tell that to Dave. His head would probably explode. It would at least be good for some amusement. "Anyway, about this stone." He levitated up his useless lump. "It's been... acting strangely? I'm not sure how to phrase it... but it feels...

"Well now... I wasn't expecting the little one to be joining us." Bahamut sighed and shook his head. "I was going to ask you a question about the weird stones we've all been carrying around, but it seems that there are other matters at hand." He crossed his upper wings. "Let us cut to the...

As it happened, Bahamut was first to reach the bluff. He lay down on his side, waiting for Maple to show up.

... tch. I'll bet you all looked like frightened lillipup staring down the jowels of a starving houndoom. And that just deepened her preconceived suspicions. [Sourdough > Maple]: I require some assistance. Can you meet me at Sharpedo Bluff?

Imbeciles. Did I not say to be transparent and honest? We had leverage to use. But fine. This can still be salvaged. But keep your mouths shut and let me handle it this time.

Another smirk. "I like them. They're amusing." He got up and floated out of the door.

"I have already relayed this discovery to her," Bahamut declared, setting down the badge. "Though perhaps we ought to consider a less-coordinated approach for investigating different villages? Darkwhite thrives on taking people's well-laid plans and throwing figurative knives into them. She...

[Sourdough > Team Misfits, Maple]: Just had a friendly chat with Darkwhite. She let slip that she's hidden some sort of machine away and corrupted an entire village. I believe she has created some sort of mass-corruption device and placed it somewhere specific. We need to investigate the matter...

"Calm down, child. Let us think this through rationally." Bahamut held up his right lower wing. "Darkwhite claims there is an entire infected village." He held up his left lower wing. "She let slip a comment about a machine hidden away in a town." Bahamut then placed his right upper wing beside...