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Bahamut didn't have a solid response to that other than, "Metal can still attract odor." "Yeah, case in point, Baha Blast here has smelled like sulfur and brimstone ever since we fought Groudon." Esper chuckled. "Perhaps a refreshing smell for the fire-types on the team, but not for everyone."...

"This big lug hasn't been a steel-type before." Esper tapped the back of Bahamut's head. "He needs to find hygiene products that work with his metal coat. Y'know, soap and stuff." Bahamut sighed. "Yes, something like that."

Esper poked his head up. "There are rocks everywhere, dude. Gotta be more specific." Bahamut frowned. "Did you not see my text message?" Well, it didn't matter, since the skarmory actually showed up. Though he was clearly preoccupied. "I take it you've misplaced your Ultra Stone?"

This was... not something Bahamut expected. Of course, it wasn't like he had to do much in the way of hygiene as a big hunk of crystal. Now, though... it didn't seem like that was going to fly. But the products he'd found around the guild did not agree with his new metal coat. Fortunately, he...

Bahamut just watched her go. There had been a momentary fuzziness in the back of his head, but the pieces quickly started to come back together. Perks of being psychic, he supposed. He'd have to be tuned to telepathy more in the future. "... you're welcome to think whatever you want," he...

Bahamut sighed. So, Brisa's friend had the same tendency to misconstrue things as she did. At least now it made more sense to him why Brisa had such bad blood with Starr early on. Etherium lacked stereotypes about impulsive electric-types acting before thinking things through, but perhaps such...

"Eternatus warps the fabric of reality around itself. Possibly without realizing it." Bahamut shut the book. It didn't look like this Isle of Light had what he wanted. Pity. "I can't form much more than some basic guesses. But the way I see it is quite simple. The first issue to befall this...

Esper looked around the room. "Dang, of all the times not to have a laugh track."

"You strip of his light if you want to cripple him," Bahamut said. "Do that, and he'll be in such excruciating pain he won't be able to function properly." He crossed one forepaw in font of the other. "Deoxys are mutants. The result of high-energy light colliding together in the depths of deep...

"Poipole is... exactly as I remember him from days long past." Bahamut shifted position. "Well, he's his original species again. But most of the time I knew him he looked like that. So, no, I would say my psyche had little influence on him." His brand of caustic, bitter thinking would likely...

"... fascinating." Bahamut's pupilless eyes remained fixed on the book. "Introducing yourself as 'Brisa's familiar' almost implies you're a possession of hers as opposed to a unique living creature. None of the other former shades have spoken in such a way." In all likelihood, there was no...

Multiple times Bahamut had tried to enter the study only to sense other occupants and bail. Eventually his persistence paid off and the room finally emptied out. No Maple, no Silver... and no desk space or chairs that accommodated his stature. Not that it really mattered. As long as the book he...

Elsewhere in the guild, Bahamut paused mid-step and violently sneezed. He looked around in confusion, then continued forward, muttering under his breath. <><><>

Esper looked down at his hand, then at Icetales, then at his hand again. "I... must use this power... for evil!" A long pause, then, "Kidding, kidding!"

Esper leaned his head on his nubby hand. "Yeah, you're blending in about as well as a snorlax at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You know that badge of yours can record things, right? Why not record the rest of us speaking to each other so you have actual frames of reference about what normal...

Esper looked up at Icetales from his plate of decadent waffles. "Dude, did Pop write that? You sound like an old geezer trying to fit in with hip youngsters."

Bahamut fought back a sigh. It was... unfortunate that Diyem had gone missing. He likely would have been in the best position to help Saltriv with their predicament. But that wasn't the case. "Overwhelmed, hmm?" How could Bahamut press this? "Considering who your opposition was — so-called...

"And what happened the first time you used that attack?" Bahamut's tail lazily swayed to and fro. "Was it intentional? If you know the circumstances behind it, you can adapt."

"Be silent." Bahamut stuck a hind leg in Shiron's path. "I think there's more to their story." He leaned over, though even that still put him above Saltriv's eye level. "Go on."

Bahamut shook his head. "Not really. The idiot noodle made it hard to tell what was happening on the screen."