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Esper squinted. "Heey, this world's got its own Ray-Ray." He tapped Bahamut's armored head. "Small multiverse, huh?" "He's not black," Bahamut muttered.

"A giant Hyper Beam... from the ground?" One advantage to this more solid cat form was the return of his levitation. Bahamut was, indeed, just standing on air and looking out at the glass. "Wonder if Fence-Gut knows any big god-types with Hyper Beam?" Esper said, resting on Bahamut's back...

Bahamut scowled. "... no. You can thank our dear leader for that one."

"Don't be naïve." Bahamut's eyes went from blue to orange. "If you go gallivanting off on your own, the source of the blast will bring you under its control." He raised his black arms, one of which held Esper, and clenched his fists. Esper spat up punch onto the ground. "If this is like the...

"Well, if you superheat sand and apply enough pressure it could turn to glass." Bahamut spoke as if he'd done something like that before. "But such an event would wipe out any life in the vicinity. Do we need to evacuate nearby residents?"

At some point after hearing where Esper had settled, Bahamut dropped by to scoop him up from his hiding place in a bowl of punch, then paused when he heard the commotion. "Is there a problem here?"

[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: Oh no! ... anyway, has anyone seen Poipole around?

XxX Chapter 8: All That Shimmers is Gold Yuna drifted through her morning classes in a dreamlike trance. She was only vaguely aware of what was going on around her while she imagined herself floating inside some giant hall filled with columns and arches. A faceless figure towered above her...

"Yeah, but it's not really a date unless you two are somewhere more private." Esper giggled into his hand.

"Wow, Poochy. You aren't even going to ask him to dinner first? For shame." Esper tapped his nubby arms together and clicked his tongue against his cheek.

“Oh, his shade is his past self who worked as a secretary,” Esper chirped. “So, he’s one-hundred percent more boring!”

"Hey, Jigsaw Puppy. Missed ya." Esper zipped over and sat between Potluck's ears. "Oooh, your fur is soft. What kind of conditioner do you use?" He paused. "Kidding! I'm made of ectoplasm. Soap won't do much."

“Oh, hey, it’s Captain Syrup and her loyal steed.” Esper saluted them.

"In battle, perhaps. I'm just not... fit for civilian life anymore." Bahamut folded his arms against his side. "I'm a relic of a long-forgotten era from a world that's too fundamentally different from this one. "Take care." He trudged onto the street and turned in the general direction of the...

"There is no such place so long as Poipole as there." Bahamut wrinkled his nose. "Perhaps the others will find him... marginally better company than they do me."

"Right. Yes. Enjoy yourselves." Bahamut's voice was heavy. His arms drooped down by his sides. He took a long breath. "Arceus, will your, erm, children be okay?"

"Well, you could always pelt the zangoose with sleep seeds." Esper grinned. "Then I could doodle on him while he's zonked out!"

Esper heard the barking and glanced over at Zane. "I think that guy's going for the wrong interpretation of 'is a real hit at parties,' because he's totally about to get decked." He grabbed hold of his forehead and pulled away some goop that he sculped into a megaphone. "Kick his ass, Poochy!"

“As I said, my presence will only serve to dampen the atmosphere.” Bahamut scratched his head. “Or I’d just end up standing on the side awkwardly while Poipole embarrasses me.”

“I would say I’m not hard enough.” Bahamut clicked his tongue. Such a strange feeling. “I would encourage resting, but I cannot stop you. Perhaps some of the team can view as better company than I’d be. Just watch out for all the hatched shades.”