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"What are you talking about?" Red and orange were explosively bursting around Bahamut's eyes. "She damn well better believe you. That's the definition of an emergency. Someone should be ringing alarm bells over this." He was doing a remarkably good job keeping his voice down given he was...

Bahamut's beak slackened. "... please say 'sike' right now."

Oh, yeah, sure. It was no big deal. He just went to hell. Nothing to get worked up over. Bahamut had no teeth to gnash anymore. Instead, his long tail twitched in irritation. “I’m sure you realize that Maple extending even the smallest benefit of the doubt to you is quite the gesture,” he said...

Bahamut had an expectation for the infirmary: Diyem in his covers, Arceus somewhere else, and Joule possibly still surrounded by luminous orbs if no one had taken his suggestion and brought him somewhere with organic light. What he wasn't expecting was to find a stone statue of Icetales opposite...

Bahamut looked at the conflicting messages on his device, beak curved into a frown. [S0urdough > Rot]: I need to speak with you...

One of Shane's ears swiveled up. Had he heard that correctly? Someone traveled between the human and pokémon worlds... like the Gates protagonist? He blinked and looked at the ground. Was this a world analogous to his? That was... something. Shane supposed it was only a matter of time before...

"Could you stop calling me that? I have a name, y'know. It's Shane." His tails twitched in irritation and he managed to stop himself before he brought up the grim fate that awaited the last person to give him a not-so-affectionate nickname.

Shane's ears twitched. There was a second Beast Killer here and a masked one, at that. Was probably a surreal experience for Nero. But just a bit of psychic scanning revealed-- well, okay, there were quite a few brilliant auras in the area. Though Shane was more than familiar with Nero's, with...

[S0urdough > Zest]: You're welcome. Bahamut was only mildly disturbed by the cat kissy face icon. Mildly.

[S0urdough > Team Spectrum]: That’s to be determined at a later date.

“You didn’t know?” Shane looked around. “I’m here because my teammate got a message out to me.” He looked at the bayleef. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a big Pokémon that looks like it’s made of parts from other Pokémon, have you?”

Shane’s ears flattened. He could tell when someone was talking down to him. Sometimes. At least this seemed like one such instance. “Maybe we shouldn’t cause problems when we just crash landed here?”

Shane frowned. "Do you usually insult strangers?" Not that he was really one to talk.

The fall could've been worse. Much worse. Shane got a burst of Psychic off, but not fast enough to stop himself from faceplanting into the dirt. For the briefest of moments, his tails squeezed together and shimmered gold before splitting back apart. He pulled his head out of the dirt. Shane...

Since Mew is mutemewte and I don't want to step on Namo's toes too much, I'm-a swap them out. Name: Shane Species: Alolan Ninetales (base), Necrozma (Ultra Burst) Appearance: Personality: An absolute dork. Heavy tendency to put his footpaw in his mouth or not think before speaking. On the...

Bahamut scratched the back of his luminous head. "Yeah, take care." This many months in, it wasn't worth probing Icetales' speech patterns. Even if Bahamut did think the guy could save some energy by cutting down on the long-winded, old-timey phrases. Though, for all he knew, there were planets...

Bahamut nodded. "That can be arranged." A smirk crossed his beak. "Provided you continue to support the team's remaining attackers with your... erm, whatever it is those blacklight powers of yours do." ... that took the wind out of the atmosphere, he imagined.

“Aesir,” Bahamut said. “The cosmic realm that houses departed spirits. But Eternatus is where souls end up now.” His eyes dimmed further. “They cannot watch over me, for they were consumed by the beast long ago.” He sighed and shook his head. “But it has no bearing on Cibus. I just have to stop...

"How noble," Bahamut mused. "Your words... they remind me of a concept I used to teach with my friends. The 'will of causality.'" He looked out the window toward the rising sun. "An idea that nothing in one's life in purposeless. Everything happens for a reason, even if it's not clear in the...

... oh. So someone was actually watching? Bahamut's eyes went red-orange in embarrassment. His real form might've turned to match that in the past, but this grayscale body didn't change. Perhaps that was for the best. "Yes, well—" Bahamut coughed into an upper wing. Apparently that was still a...