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“Question. If the puppy can change types at will... could he replicate the energy infected folks give off?” Bahamut moved to rubbing Potluck’s cheek-bolt. “Perhaps that would allow you to sense the energy for yourselves.”

“Fascinating.” Bahamut leaned over and scratched Potluck’s neck. “Seems you’re a talented puppy.”

"Your subordinate's aura..." The different colors swirled around Bahamut's eyes. "It's like each of the types slumber inside of him... and he can pull one out to spread across his being if he so chooses. I've never seen such a thing. Much less a pokémon like him."

Bahamut remained transfixed on Potluck. "If we are to expect the worst, then Lugia is corrupted, yes."

"Perhaps they were teleported?" Bahamut's mismatched eyes looked Maple over. "You can open wormholes so effortlessly. I'm surprised it wasn't the first thing that popped into your mind." He still didn't know what to make of Potluck. Just what was this strange creature with an aura as varied as...

"So, you were attacked mid-flight?" Bahamut tucked his head into his chest. "But you didn't see the assailant. Fascinating. Concerning, too." He looked at Maple. "Could it have a connection to the parasites that have been plaguing this continent? As I recall, you all cannot see them with your...

"Then lead the way." Bahamut gestured behind him with a wing.

"Why don't you ask Miss Maple? She seems quite... well-informed of things." He tapped his beak with a claw. "Before I came to this world, I thought I was a lone creature. But she has informed me that's not the case." Bahamut coiled around the little lugia. "In any case, you're the one who was...

Fascinating. He would've expected a family connection. Or, perhaps, the little one couldn't state as such. Or had a mortal been turned into a lugia? Wouldn't that be the strangest deja vu? "Well then... it would seem we ought to take the chick to the guild, no?"

"Master?" Bahamut floated up. "Such charged language. Explain, please."

"Your conscience. We should really talk more often, dear Cynthian." Again, his sense of humor left much to be desired.

"Please be quiet. I'm trying to concentrate, here." The light of Morning Sun wore off. Bahamut looped one of his wing's under Lugia's and brushed his claws against his feathers. "Wake up, little one."

And here Bahamut had thought the youth were supposed to be tech-savvy.

"I think I heard there's a voice function for those without arms," Bahamut said. "Put your badge near your face and speak into it."

Bahamut was out for a fly — flirting with the surface of the ocean while he traced symbols along the water with his tail — when he sensed the aura. Its signature sent him back ages, but the weakness of it stopped him from stepping onto memory lane. He flew up in the direction he sensed. It...

“Did you not say you had several siblings?” Bahamut yawned. “In any case, the deed is done. You’re free to explore to your heart’s content.”

“Spontaneity is the fountain of youth, darling.” Bahamut remained coiled as he spoke.

Bahamut floated into the living quarters and located beds to place Astrid and Curio. He also dropped Icepix. Unfortunately, Owen wasn't around to handle coffee-brewing duty. Pity. With the job done, he slithered into the corner of the room and coiled around himself.

Beta read a new chapter opening and a lengthy part in Hands of Creation.

"Mmm. Well, I usually just fly there. So, I'll just have to try not to drop you into the ocean or anything." And, without warning, he snatched Icepix up in his beak and carried the poor noble out by his tails. <><><>