Search results

"Now, that's not true at all," Eien said, frowning. "I can't speak much for myself... but people really do appreciate you, Bahamut. Ohh, it really is like talking to Diyem when he was younger, isn't it...?" "You may not have lived that life, but you still hold those memories," Diyem said. "You...

Diyem frowned, unsure how to answer. He looked at Eien next, then at Bahamut. "You... will not," he said. "But... you do not have a universe to return to. You were... That can't be, I... No. It must be. After what I have seen, it must be. And it explains a great deal..." His scaly brow furrowed...

It was the same; Brisa would feel like Diyem was standing in front of her, sorting through a bookshelf, except she was the bookshelf. Thankfully, it did not look like he could write in any of them, only look at it. Brisa would also feel a sense of frantic panic from Diyem that he only slightly...

Yes, all of this was unsurprising to him. Apocalypses of another Eternatus somehow and some way, he'd heard of it all before, but then it had been sealed. And soon he would find the typical traces of a foreign spirit that he'd brought out of its home world. It was as Diyem expected. Any time...

Diyem grumbled and approached Bahamut, though he already remembered a few things that he had seen. "Don't fight this," Diyem said. "It's going to be very simple from your perspective. Like sorting through files in a desk drawer. But you're the drawer." He reached out and pressed his hand...

"It's perfectly disprovable," Diyem snarled. "As a Voice of Darkness I am perfectly in-tune with spirits, let alone ones filled with regrets. Bahamut is a spirit filled with regret, yes, we all know this, there are no surprises. He has a spirit." "Diyem," Eien said, placing a skeletal claw...

"In worlds where I am from, something without a soul ceases function entirely, or it generates a new soul from the husk instantly," Diyem explained. "A consciousness cannot exist in any way without one. If Bahamut is from a world that operates differently, then I am unfamiliar." He narrowed his...

Diyem narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he growled. "You can't take what isn't there. I deal in spirits. I'm, technically, a Voice. Bahamut is obviously an entity within his world, why else would--" He paused, looking away, thinking. "...Elaborate," Diyem commanded.

"Malice..." Diyem furrowed his brow, shaking off that psychic wave. That term. That was a familiar term, and he knew it was related to Bahamut in some way. "May I?" Eien asked next, drifting toward Bahamut. She was careful, but out of everyone on the team, she felt she knew Bahamut the most; he...

Diyem hummed and pulled away, then looked at Eien, who nodded back. "What was that?" Eien whispered. "...Brisa, what did you see? You as well, Nero." Diyem had a more clinical approach, but then looked at Bahamut again. "You. Hold still. You're Shadowing... or something close to it." Perhaps...

Diyem sprung into action, first looking at Eien. "Call the other me," he said immediately, then descended upon Nero to check him. He recognized some of that corruption and could quicken his recovery, but he would still need rest. "Bahamut...!" It was hard to tell the sort of expression she had...

There were remnants of the previous battle still on the walls, but at least the ground had been leveled out once again. Incineroar was set at the far end of the arena, calling the fighters to come in. "Rounding off their gauntlet against the Omen Heroes, Team Spectrum's dynamic duo has now...

"Mmf." Diyem saw Brisa's look and averted his eyes, rolling them like a teenager. Eien trembled like a giggle and nuzzled Diyem's shoulder, which he notably did not object to. "Bahamut, that's... I don't really know what to say," Eien said gently. "Cibus appreciates all of Team Spectrum, and...

As it happened, Eien had been flying across Destiny Village, spotting Bahamut flopping off the Guild roof. With some worry, she--and Diyem behind her--drifted closer to investigate. It seemed that the gathering had gotten the attention of a few others as well, though whether or not they were...

"Extreme Speed, huh?" Owen asked, humming. "Looks like it took a lot out of the ones who used it. Pretty sure Aria's hiding from Zinc so she can actually walk around town today..." He trailed off, thoughtful. "...Yeah. Maybe I can pick up something, too. Maybe not a move, but an idea or a...

Owen gave Brisa a cautious glance. He'd caught that. Normally he'd let it go, but that seemed to affect her. "I don't think Pop would have done this funny business without a reason," Owen said, "and the way the other me reacted, he seemed surprised, too. I don't think the battle was... planned...

"Uhh..." Owen hesitated. He knew; it was obvious he knew. "Well, I had a talk with the other me... He's softer than I am. He probably doesn't have all his memories, or something. And... Well. It's probably going to be explained when we're all recovered, since Maple said there'd be a meeting once...

Another little spark from his tail was all that was needed to show his excitement, but it dimmed shortly after. "I'd love to," he said, "but, er, well, I noticed it more than ever during my fight against the Miracle Matters that... I think big crowds can distract my Perceive. Same problem I get...

This surprisingly appeared to have an effect, albeit a marginal one. Karat had finally worked up the nerve or whatever else he needed to show up in person to Destiny Village, on the request that people leave him alone unless they ask for an invitation directly. Pop offered him a place to stay in...

"Sounds like your best bet would be Gil," Owen said idly. "He probably wants to know more about the world he woke up in, wouldn't he? Or something like that..." He chuckled. "You know, it sounds to me like even though we're both being to be back to zero at home... maybe we have some hope after...