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Having finished the meal with Pepper and Thyme, Bahamut slinked back off to the guild and climbed the first set of stairs he could find. It took him to the beige hallway. His head swiveled back and forth. How long had it been since he'd taken residence in a proper building like this? At least a...

[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: Just don't come crying to me when someone inevitably gets in trouble there.

[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: What? No. You're a pokémon, for pity's sake. There's no reason for you to wield a sword. It's impractical in battle.

[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: Then you and the others who helped tear apart the dojo need to learn how to restrain yourselves. Do you think it'll curry favor if someone explodes or manifests their shadows?

[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: Apparently there is an arena here where people can battle for sport. Given the state the dojo was frequently in, I advise avoiding it. A lot of people watch these matches and we do not need to draw unneeded attention to ourselves.

Chapter 6: Dynaforced Into a Corner Noctum wished Vortex wasn't dragging him to some allegedly important meeting. He would love to have spent more time admiring Horizon Academy's central courtyard. So many colorful flowers he'd never seen before in the dreary crags of Drasbraznav. A bed of...

Aww, shucks. Thank you. :veelove: He would just tell you that he's but a mere omen, not answering your question at all. No. Just stripped of free will (i.e. brainwashed). Puhuhuhu... Only time will tell... It's much nicer starting out with more experienced pokémon and not having to write tackle...

"Uh, sure." His tail twitched. "Just... nothing spicy, please. It disagrees with me." <><><>

"I'm afraid so." When Bahamut finished shaking Surf's claw, radiance took hold and his feline form reassembled, much to his chagrin. He really was going to be stuck like this, wasn't he? "Etherium is a very... different world. Let's say, for the sake of simplicity, that if I was battling back...

"We don't have to keep doing this." Bahamut pointed an arm at Surf. "I'm not one for fighting. Certainly not for sport." And it... clouded his opinions of Destiny Village a bit. But different world, different rules. "That said, I've seen your techniques. I'm happy to help you work on them." He...

"Hmm. Something's getting lost in translation when you try to Surf." Bahamut paused. "Err... the attack, not your actual name." This was really getting stupid. Hadn't the kids had their fun yet? He speared Surf with more light tendrils. Contrary to their boast, they weren't really outpacing his...

"Oh dear. Did your parents not teach you about those attacks?" Bahamut glanced up toward the stands, shaking his head. "If you want to make the best use of them, you have to combine two Pledges of different elements." He pointed to Pepper and Thyme. "Your parents use water and grass to create a...

So, Surf was, predictably, the stronger of the two. And Turf had no idea what she was doing. If Bahamut wanted to end the battle without resorting to fainting, he'd have to make it hard for Surf to get a move in edgewise. Light bristled around his core. He flicked his left arm at Surf...

Let's just get this over with. "Daughters of time, hmm? I didn't think you were Dialga's kids." Bahamut inwardly cringed at this banter attempt. He doubted Surf liked it. It was for Turf's sake. Nevertheless, he pointed at Surf, arm crackling with electricity. Out came the rippling photons of...

"Sparring... match?" Bahamut blinked. Surely, this was a jest. He didn't spar. Battling wasn't something you did for sport. It was something you did because you had to. Not even for training. You trained against the elements. The harshest that nature could throw at you. That was how you grew...

"Come on where? Why isn't anyone telling me what's going on here?" Bahamut's confusion was not helped by the stone that was jostling his bag around. Why was a stone celebrating his misfortune? It didn't take any effort to get to where the kids were pointing, but he wasn't expecting to see so...

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“A match? Of what?” Someone was planking him. Probably Darkwhite.

“Excuse me? Battle? In a place like this?” He tilted his head. “Isn’t this place for games?”

A winner? Was there some sort of competition going on? Bahamut wasn't exactly one for games — he was too big for nearly all of them back home — but he wouldn't deny the joy it brought others. Maybe in a place like Destiny Village he could actually partake in a game? He walked through a...