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"We call it 'trance' where I'm from," Bahamut said, shrugging. "Though I find it alarming that you claim there's someone like my old assailant here. And from another world, no less..."

Bahamut's face scrunched up. "They were... on some planet called Earth. I went there in my youth. When I was trying to find a home." His tail lashed like a whip. "Their leader... tried to capture me. Sicced this strange creature on me. It looked like a mew, but taller. More muscular. And it...

Diyem's last statement struck him as a bit odd. Had he said he was looking for something when talking with the group before? Gah, so much had happened since then. It was a headache to keep track of. Which was saying something, since he wasn't used to even having a solid head in the first place...

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't toss that around so casually." Bahamut's eyes turned red as he looked at Icetales. "This city doesn't need a panic on its hands. Unless you want to be the one to try and explain it all to them." Which Bahamut was sure would go over splendidly with Icetales'...

It took every ounce of willpower for Bahamut's jaw not to drop. Had Icetales drank a cup of stupid juice? Did he not see the Cibus native who just walked into the room... and didn't know that their group was tied to Dark Matter?

That entrance timing seemed convenient. Eerily convenient. But the fact remained that the most likely conclusion was that Maple's team was pursuing Dark Matter. Or a Dark Matter. Are you hearing this? He had no idea if Diyem's link was still up or not. It sounds like there's another version of...

Yup, that cinched it. "My Guzzlish is quite rusty. The last time I met a guzzlord I think I was in the Andromeda galaxy." Bahamut licked a forepaw and brushed it against his mane. "In any case, none of this sounds promising." He frowned. "You've seen the foes we've been fighting. Have you sensed...

Oh. Guzzlord. That made infinitely more sense. "Guzzlord are... hard to describe. Let me see if I can still remember how to communicate with them." Bahamut cleared his throat and turned to Flesh. "Ahhh ahhh ahhhh!" If memory served him, he was introducing himself. Hopefully.

"Oh? And what of him?" Bahamut pointed at Flesh. "At least I've seen the mimikyu around a few times. That snorlax doesn't seem to do anything but stand around looking far bigger than a snorlax should." Perhaps he was a mute? That wouldn't explain the size, though. And he shuddered to think there...

"Of course it's already here," Bahamut said. "... probably. Maybe." He glanced at a wall. "Well, I'd bet that whatever it is is here, anyway. Otherwise, this would be nothing but some sort of freak coincidence." Bahamut scrunched up his snout. "Actually... where were you all trying to go...

"You were attacked?" Bahamut's eyes turned red. "By what? And how?" He tried to soften his expression. The results were... mixed. "It's just... if you give us a more concrete description, perhaps someone here might have a theory?"

So, I read the prologue and the first chapter. I'm sure your writing's come a long way since then, so feel free to ignore whatever I have to say if it doesn't apply anymore. :P It was a bold strategy to go with a total absence of dialogue until Audino finds Espurr. I suppose it's about the...

Bahamut only had bits and pieces to go off from other people. Not exactly stellar for making concrete conclusions. "As best I can tell, none of you are from this world." He scanned the lot of them, metallic mane bristling. "The question, then, is what happened to bring you all here." Though he...

Bahamut lumbered to his feet, yawning. "I'll take you back. There's a bunch of equipment haphazardly laying around the hall. Wouldn't want you to bump into any of it." He walked over to Cuicatl and gingerly scooped her up with his prism hands. Bahamut placed her on his back and walked out of the...

"I don't believe it matters. Too many free spirit types on this team." Despite still lying down, Bahamut gestured toward a window with one of his hands. "I mean... look how many meandered when we were highly encouraged to come to Destiny Village." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's a miracle we...

"Yes. Seems like everyone here has suffered some form of heartbreak. Perhaps that's why we heeded a summons from a creature like Diyem." Bahamut rested his head against his forelegs, minding the black spikes jutting up from his ankles. "The shadows seem drawn to us in that regard. I wonder if...

"I'm... no different than I have been. Full of regret. Constantly asking what-if's." Bahamut's core glowed a deep, sorrowful purple. "It won't make a different to us here on Cibus, though."

"That would be impossible. He's been dead for a thousand years."

"It wasn't my son. Just looked like him." Bahamut blew on the carpet fibers. "My son couldn't talk. This cosmog can."

Talk with him? That was a surprise. "Sure, go right ahead."