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"I might be able to help with that if you'll let me," Bahamut said.

"Hello, Soda." Bahamut's tone was calm. Even. Perhaps rehearsed. "How are you feeling?"

"My sincere apologies. It's a busy time of years." Bahamut tucked his head down. His dragon form shrank and darkened to the base crystalline variant. "I understand he prefers things black when he's ill. Please, lead the way."

"May I see him? I'm a medic." Bahamut's head tendrils pulsated like blood vessels. "Some friends of his are deeply concerned about his condition."

Unlikely, Bahamut figured. A figment of Soda's psyche, perhaps trying to repair things. Though given the extent of the storm, the damage was quite severe. He probed other areas, looking for signs.

"Enough." Bahamut stuck his tail and wings out. "Frayed emotions are more damaging to a shattered psyche than helpful. Step back." It wasn't clear who was being addressed, but an ethereal tendril extended toward Diyem. Bahamut looked down at Soda. Or what he had become. So very... familiar...

Bahamut’s light rippled from explosions behind him. His head swiveled around. “Well, that was anticlimactic. Maybe we should hurl that thing into a black hole.” He looked at the unown. “Can you use Miracle Eye?” Bahamut looked at Diyem. “Otherwise we need to get Mewtwo ASAP.”

There was a twisted familiarity about Bahamut absorbing the Blacklight's first blow. That was the power he was used to. Power that neutralized strikes from foes that claimed to be strong, but really weren't. He stretched his ethereal neck, glancing at Diyem wrestling with Soda. So, in the end...

"Doesn't it concern anyone how much more... exposed that thing is compared to the other parasites we've dealt with?" Bahamut frowned. "It's almost like it's baiting you into attacking it. I wonder if stunning Soda again could let us separate the two and see what happens?" He tapped his chin with...

“No reasoning!” Bahamut practically sang, still lying on his back.

Turn 2: reserves while out sick

Stats: - Max out DEF, then HP - Remaining bonus into resistance Move changes for this battle: - Replace Photon Geyser with NintendoAlly Switch - Swap out Shining Blades and Radiant Siphon for Brilliant Beacon and Void Phantasm. Support moves: - Buy Heal V Shop: - Buy Shield's Aegis Orb &...

Bahamut yawned again. "Delightful." He golf clapped his lower wings. "Type that up and I'm sure you'll fine some anime studio willing to adapt it into an episode."

Polaris scratched its forehead with a pom-pom. "Huh, would you look at that. All those walking shadows wound up being liabilities after all." It turned to Bahamut. "What do you think of--" Bahamut over-dramatically yawned. A gesture he remembered from that damn cat body. He lay on his back and...

"Punch it?" Polaris thought aloud. "Bahamut did that a few times back in the day to put moons back into their correct orbit!" "I could also make myself as large as I wanted using light," Bahamut grumbled. "This flimsy decoy body can't do that and Joule's too busy with the portal stuff." "Maybe...

“Notorious BYG,” Polaris quipped.

2500 words written, 2 parts of HoC beta read, and 1 chapter read and reviewed of Darkrai's Gift on FFN

"What about getting split up?" Polaris rubbed the side of its head with a pom-pom. "I think if we're heading for a Zerg rush of unown, we should assume we're gonna get split up." "Yes, quite." Bahamut tucked his head. "Along those lines, I wanted to offer a piece of advice to anyone who's...

Bahamut's eyes bubbled. "I sincerely hope you calling it 'enlightening' was just a poor choice of words and not a bad pun." He clicked his beak. "Otherwise I'd have to portal you into Chip's office and force you to listen to him babble until your head spins." Actually, can their heads spin with...

"The past is the past," Bahamut said firmly. "There's an old line or joke or quip from a piece of human media in my dimension: 'You either die a hero... or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.'" He crossed his crystalline legs. "The real Soda had enough bitterness festering about...