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"We can," Bahamut said. "But it is an incredibly painful experience. Do you want to try convincing our allies to do that? Because they will refuse if they hear it from me." He looked at a pillar. "As it stands, there's a way to deal with the attack. It's just very risky for our team... and...

"Well, it isn't an ice cream sit," Esper quipped.

"I can't use that attack anymore. My body is broken. I need to be in the same form as Joule," Bahamut growled. "When I was younger, I did things like use that power to shield planets I hoped to call a home from asteroids and other cosmic phenomenon." His eyes darkened. "And I was almost always...

"Well, the plan is to take these sunglasses back to the guild so they can be properly distributed." Esper put both hands back on the bag to stop it from falling. "But knowing you lot, y'all probably took off in random directions to either talk or have angsty moments or nurse secret crushes...

"Yes, it's normal," Bahamut said. "In fact, shadows or not, Joule's is far smaller than the ones I managed. Perhaps able to level the city, but I doubt it would blow up the planet."

The check-up had gone smoothly. Bahamut was standing in the lobby, contemplating whether to take to the skies and try and absorb more fringe energy from the attack in preparation for a fight. Even though all he did was heal. He wasn't expecting someone to actually seek him out. Let alone that...

"I already feel better." Bahamut was surprised Zinc didn't care about the hole in the wall. "It seems the light from Joule's attack has abated my pain." He nodded at the others and followed Zinc out of the room. <><><>

"Like TM87, because you've got Swagger." He moved his right hand around and clicked his tongue to mimic snapping his nonexistent fingers.

Bahamut tapped claws against the floor. Cabot seemed to still be mulling over what he'd said. "Well, I'm sure there are some on our team who will want to try and call out to Joule like they did with Darkwhite. But I see a problem with that idea. Darkwhite spent several months with us, for better...

"I'm not sure about that, actually." Esper looked at the bag. "But, like, if you guys are going to have a big ol' ultimate anime fight of ultimate destiny with a giant light dragon, you're probably going to want sunglasses." He took a pair out of the bag and tossed them to Tricky.

When people left the group pow-wow, Esper went off in search of fabulous sunglasses. After running up an exorbitant tab on Maple's behalf, he emerged from a boutique carrying a bag practically overflowing with sunglasses. And that wasn't counting the three pairs on his conical head. He would've...

Right, Maple. That would be another piece in this big puzzle. "Didn't Maple try to fight Joule when we were dealing with the fusion dragon?" Bahamut intended to keep that thought in his head, but wound up voicing it.

Bahamut stood there while Cabot barked at him. When the cranidos finished, he remained silent until he whispered, "I see." His eyes and core blued. "Yes, delightful. I'm sure all this pent up rage and hatred is rejuvenating for our boss." Bahamut gestured to Diyem. "He'll be out of here in no...

"There's one thing specifically." Bahamut stepped back into the room. His eyes turned pink and he stared Owen down, psychically projecting exactly what he had in mind to the charmeleon... and only the charmeleon. Perhaps Diyem would pick up on it just by virtue of being in their heads...

"Well, I can't quite tell if it's fully charged or not at this range." Bahamut said. "It's still beauty in its purest form, however. When I was whole, I used this attack to end battles before they began. Destroy planets that dared to bring me suffering... and kept them from Eternatus' clutches."...

Bahamut managed to stagger to his feet, though his eyes and core were a sickly shade of green. He firmly expected Cabot to react with disbelief and skepticism. That cranidos was far too coddled. If only he could show him real fear. Fear... like the sight that awaited him once he finally reached...

"It can be both negative and the truth." Bahamut's neck cricked several times as he stretched it. "Not that it matters." His eyes turned purple. "Apparently, I was thrashing in my sleep again and somehow ate my badge. I'm experiencing some sort of... cosmic poisoning. That's how one of the...

Nero's leg solidified and the white of normal-type returned. "Then I guess it's best to think of yourself like something light gliding around. Like a piece of paper blown by the breeze or a tumbleweed in the desert." His tail wagged.

"Most ghosts are made of ectoplasm. You're relatively solid when you want to be... but can become gaseous and transparent if you feel like it." An eery purple overtook Nero. He raised a foreleg and purple shadows swirled around it. The leg disappeared before Lillie's eyes. Mew arced their back...

Bahamut had been laying on the cot with his back to the wall. He'd heard footsteps. Sensed auras. "Battle? What do you mean—" The necrozma rolled over and saw Owen holding something... with a vaguely sinister aura. "So, you rescued Dark Matter." And that was what it really looked like. The...