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Bahamut listened. His eyes and core dimmed and he lowered his head. "Do you want to learn?"

"Mmm. I hear your words... but your voice lacks a certain conviction to it." Bahamut's glowing eyes looked down at Mellow. "Do you actually know how to fight?"

"Then what do you intend to do when you join us in battle?" Bahamut marched toward Mellow, using his larger frame to his advantage. He raised his arms up to make himself look as big as possible. His brain prism and eyes sparked with energy. "We will likely have to face titans like Lugia in the...

"Anger? Because of Maple?" If Bahamut wasn't mistaken, it was Mellow who was sounding telepathic alarm bells in the first place. "As I recall... you were content to stay away from our team's investigative work and tend to your beverages." He kept his square, blue eyes fixed on a tree in the...

"Now, what did nature do to earn such scorn from you, child?" Heavy footsteps flattened blades of grass as Bahamut awkwardly ambled into the field. "I hope you don't intend to blow yourself up with that power like a couple of our teammates already did."

Oh, the irony. All of Bahamut's earlier paranoia had gotten transferred to his teammates. Very well. I understand your concerns. If I must go to Destiny Village myself to prove it is safe, then I shall. Besides, the lodgings here no longer accommodate my new, bulky frame.

Yes, I heard it from her. And it's because Arceus recognizes we're the only ones who can actually do anything to Darkwhite and her ilk. Which is what I had suggested saying in the first place, but the group that sauntered off to this Hidden Land spot decided to conveniently forget about. She...

Oh, and, since I've heard through the grapevine that Dave is oh so fond of Arceus, he's the one who gave the order for Maple to leave our team be.

Bahamut was still having trouble learning how to walk after a lifetime of floating everywhere. His steps lacked a solid rhythm to them. "Yes, I could tell. This one was positively burning you up inside." He kept a straight face despite the pun. <><><>

“If we were fighting, I’d call her something not suitable for your innocent charmander ear frills.” Bahamut sighed. “We should go, too, little one. Tell the others that we don’t have to hide Diyem’s truth anymore.”

“... everything. Yeah, sure. I bet the team will get a kick out of this.” He paused. “Actually, you should tell Dave about Arceus saying not to harm us. He would LOVE that.”

"Is it that obvious?" Bahamut was at least able to nudge his bag open to get out a berry. He wasn't completely ignorant of such matters. He had watched the people around him eat on numerous occasions. Bahamut gobbled the berry up. His mouth got very wet and berry juice and slobber dribbled on...

One blink. Then another. He looked down at his paws. His paws. Big. Yellow-orange. With black spokes protruding from them. "I—" The stone beside him rocked back and forth. It hopped up a few times, thumping against the ground. Bahamut looked at it. Why did he feel like there was laughter...

Bahamut stared into the mirror. “Why do I look like a metallic pyroar? What sort of devilish witchcraft is this?!” His words came out as an enraged roar, dousing Owen in spittle.

Claiming three sets of tiers 1-5 for writing asynchronous Path of Valor nonsense. I'll buy my perks and stuff later... <.<

He finally found his voice. “Mirror. Get me a mirror.”

Something was indeed very off. Bahamut felt heavy in a way he had never experienced. He tried to stand up, but it suddenly registered that he had four legs. Bahamut stumbled and fell on his side. It was then that he saw one of his prismatic arms protruded from his back. His metal, yellow-orange...

Bahamut lay still. His core was dimmed. His arms were bolted tightly against his core, which was venting thick, black smoke in some sort of distorted mirror for the heat the mysterious stone was giving off.

Bahamut wasn't generally one for screaming, but this sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The stone had pressed itself firmly in the center of his core and an audible sizzle rose up, like a freshly-cracked egg dropped onto a skillet. Though rigid, Bahamut tried to grab the stone...

"I have this bag." Bahamut lifted up the sad, sorry excuse for a satchel. It was covered in off-colored patches and looked as if it had been trampled on. "As I don't really have much of a solid body, I hang it from one of my chest spikes. Why, is that a problem? Is this stone actually some sort...