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"It is... some sort of tendril-sprouting larvae," Bahamut said. "It's tied to the box. You have to open it. You have to swallow that fear. Maybe there are some unpleasant memories you're happier forgetting. But you are the sum of your experiences." He dispelled the Shining Blade. This needed a...

Well, he certainly was tenacious, Bahamut would give him that. Though perhaps a bit foolish. That thing... and that color in the sky. Of course it made him think of Eternatus. Why wouldn't it? Bahamut conjured a Shining Blade and drove it right at the middle of the thing, where the tendrils...

"You can," Bahamut countered. "It's not like you to surrender. This is why you meditate, isn't it? Beat all this ridiculous self-doubt at its own game. You want power. More power." Though as he said it, Bahamut was probing around for the source. With mindscapes, he wasn't restrained by whatever...

"That's because you're the key." Bahamut rested a hand on Owen's shoulder. "You say you've never been in control... but this isn't Kilo. This is Cibus. It only becomes another seal if you stand by and let it. "Gods? You've handled numerous ones here. You keep getting more power with every...

Bahamut stopped. It did seem to be resonating with Owen. Not in a good way, either. Bahamut withdrew his claw and turned to Owen. "You meditate, correct? "Well, this is your mind." He spoke with conviction. "That—" he pointed to the box "—is like a representation of the curse you spoke of. An...

"Even people like me?" Bahamut floated forward. "Whatever people think of Joule or others who look like me, I never had the power to alter reality. Eternatus' energy is what blighted me. Otherwise I'd have been with my wife and son by now." He approached the box. Bahamut could try to shatter...

Bahamut looked where Owen pointed. "I do see it." He floated toward it. Blocks taking the form of boxes wasn't something unfamiliar. There was that old adage about daemon boxes that would spring hellspawns on those who opened them. No guarantee things would turn out like that, of course. He...

Bahamut's core flickered asymmetrically. "The fact that you are aware of its existence means it is within your power to break such a cycle." Was that oddly optimistic for him? Yes. But the good news about this body was that, as Owen even confessed, he didn't know enough about it for that blasted...

Hazy, huh? Bahamut flipped upside-down and continued forward. With no blood, nothing could rush to his head. And with no organs, there was no vertigo. "When I first met you, your memories were a bit... scrambled. Is this something that happens to you a lot?"

"That's fine." Bahamut headed east. Silent at first, then, "I take it you have personal experience with someone like me? My so-called species?"

Bahamut's style was to get right to the point. That's what every fiber of his being told him. But he looked at the words projecting above him. He thought about what had happened on Cibus. Perhaps, cutting to the chase wasn't the best idea in this situation. The necrozma floated a bit into the...

Again, it was best to play along as much as possible. Try to find the right avenue to tackle things. "I'm a traveling monk," Bahamut said. "I was told there is a charizard living here who has perfected the art of meditation in a way no one else has. So, I was hoping to learn from him. I think...

Bahamut floated up to the sign. Owen’s home, perhaps? The psyche tended to build itself around the familiar. It created comfort. Routine. Finding the block wouldn’t be a simple matter. Well, not if Bahamut intended to be delicate. He would need to work within that routine. There was some room...

“Fair enough.” Bahamut looked down. “I suspect I may find your attack dog, Wishkeeper, waiting for me.” His body powered down, returning to its black, crystalline state. Bahamut leaned over until the top of his core touched Owen’s forehead. Owen would feel a sudden pressure. Then Bahamut’s...

“If you throw my core far enough away, it’ll sever the connection,” Bahamut said. “I can understand the hesitation, though. Who knows what could be tied up in the block?” He frowned. “However, if I may be frank, I feel some of the team’s paranoia has let things play to Soda’s liking.” He lifted...

“Uh-huh. Well, if we’re still here when a gift-giving holiday rolls around I’ll be sure to buy you an action figure or something.” Bahamut turned the rest of his body around to face Owen. “I’m not interested in talking about the memory block. I want to get rid of it.” He leaned over. His head...

The images disappeared and Bahamut turned around. His crystal face contorted. “Compensating for something, are we?” He tapped his chin with a wing. “I don’t think looking like a cross between eternatus-corrupted charizard and Etherium’s charizard before they lost their dragon typing will earn...

Bahamut sent the summons discretely and telepathically. There was no guarantee Owen would agree. But it was Owen. Ever the proverbial yes-mon. Even if that shadow of his detested it. He sat in the center of the training room. Bahamut’s mismatched eyes flickered like an old television set. They...

Bahamut does not say anything to Karat about Deoxys. Or anything else, really. :^)

Bahamut waved an upper wing. A new wormhole crackled into existence. "I have to prepare for the battle that lies ahead. If I can't shield Diyem, then our team's journey reaches an abrupt end." He floated into the portal, which snapped shut behind him. <><><>