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"Could you stop calling me that? I have a name, y'know. It's Shane." His tails twitched in irritation and he managed to stop himself before he brought up the grim fate that awaited the last person to give him a not-so-affectionate nickname.

Shane's ears twitched. There was a second Beast Killer here and a masked one, at that. Was probably a surreal experience for Nero. But just a bit of psychic scanning revealed-- well, okay, there were quite a few brilliant auras in the area. Though Shane was more than familiar with Nero's, with...

[S0urdough > Zest]: You're welcome. Bahamut was only mildly disturbed by the cat kissy face icon. Mildly.

[S0urdough > Team Spectrum]: That’s to be determined at a later date.

“You didn’t know?” Shane looked around. “I’m here because my teammate got a message out to me.” He looked at the bayleef. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a big Pokémon that looks like it’s made of parts from other Pokémon, have you?”

Shane’s ears flattened. He could tell when someone was talking down to him. Sometimes. At least this seemed like one such instance. “Maybe we shouldn’t cause problems when we just crash landed here?”

Shane frowned. "Do you usually insult strangers?" Not that he was really one to talk.

The fall could've been worse. Much worse. Shane got a burst of Psychic off, but not fast enough to stop himself from faceplanting into the dirt. For the briefest of moments, his tails squeezed together and shimmered gold before splitting back apart. He pulled his head out of the dirt. Shane...

Since Mew is mutemewte and I don't want to step on Namo's toes too much, I'm-a swap them out. Name: Shane Species: Alolan Ninetales (base), Necrozma (Ultra Burst) Appearance: Personality: An absolute dork. Heavy tendency to put his footpaw in his mouth or not think before speaking. On the...

Bahamut scratched the back of his luminous head. "Yeah, take care." This many months in, it wasn't worth probing Icetales' speech patterns. Even if Bahamut did think the guy could save some energy by cutting down on the long-winded, old-timey phrases. Though, for all he knew, there were planets...

Bahamut nodded. "That can be arranged." A smirk crossed his beak. "Provided you continue to support the team's remaining attackers with your... erm, whatever it is those blacklight powers of yours do." ... that took the wind out of the atmosphere, he imagined.

“Aesir,” Bahamut said. “The cosmic realm that houses departed spirits. But Eternatus is where souls end up now.” His eyes dimmed further. “They cannot watch over me, for they were consumed by the beast long ago.” He sighed and shook his head. “But it has no bearing on Cibus. I just have to stop...

"How noble," Bahamut mused. "Your words... they remind me of a concept I used to teach with my friends. The 'will of causality.'" He looked out the window toward the rising sun. "An idea that nothing in one's life in purposeless. Everything happens for a reason, even if it's not clear in the...

... oh. So someone was actually watching? Bahamut's eyes went red-orange in embarrassment. His real form might've turned to match that in the past, but this grayscale body didn't change. Perhaps that was for the best. "Yes, well—" Bahamut coughed into an upper wing. Apparently that was still a...

"I don't really think there's a plan at the moment," Bahamut said, shrugging. "Too many people needing to recover after this serious ordeal." The fact that Bahamut even made it through with limited injuries could really be chalked up to how much his aura was tuned to defense. Though if future...

Some of Icetales' statements resonated with Bahamut. Long cycles of grief. Centuries alive, though that caught him a bit off guard. "At first glance, you would not strike me as someone who has lived for such a long time." Then again, neither did Owen, but he claimed to be incredibly old. "As...

Bahamut sat up, minding the top of the window. Both sets of wings crossed. Pink expanded in his eyes. "Not sure. From what I gather, it might've had something to do with that explosive burst of light Joule released before passing out." He was not going to bring up the part where he somehow went...

Moonlight. Sunlight. It didn't particularly matter for him. Especially in this form. It just felt nice. So, rather than sleeping in his room with the small window, Bahamut had stacked lounge table and couches together into a makeshift bed of sorts that would let him lay with his head out the...

Bahamut waved farewell, then realized he had a massive pile of muddy towels that needed cleaning. He tried to levitate them but it didn’t work. He was still too tired. Bahamut sighed and scooped up the towels with his wings. <><><>

"It depends on the creature in question. I do not have brain, so I do not get headaches." Bahamut poked at less solid part of his head and it rippled like the surface of a pond. "I thought you shades would be in much the same boat. But, well, anger makes you tense. And tension can make a lot of...