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"Yes, well, it is a necessary evil in a number of ways." Bahamut maintained his pose. "They cannot continue to remain ignorant of this fact. The situation on Cibus has evolved beyond what Dark Matter was expecting. We cannot allow our allies to continue charging blindly into the fray. "He also...

"I do. But I need to see if we're being watched. This is... a sensitive matter." His head tendrils brightened as he scanned for any sign of nearby auras. Specifically anyone from the so-called God Squad. When he didn't register anything, he said, "I know we're working for Dark Matter. The rest...

Bahamut sat with his legs crossed and his tail wrapped around his waist. He had his upper and lower wings wrapped around their respective chest-spikes. Bahamut had no lungs for breathing, rather his body rhythmically glowed and dimmed. "Do you need something, child?" His eyes remained closed...

"He should've been brought here as a popplio. He'd make a fantastic primarina with those pouting expressions he puts on his face. A real drama queen, by the looks of it." Bahamut seemed to be directing that comment at no one in particular, though he was sure Diyem had heard him.

Slowly light trickled back into Bahamut's broken body and it reclaimed its dragon form. "What a fool." His tail lashed at the air. "If she intends to draw this out... then the retribution shall be that much nastier." Purple pushed the other colors in his eyes aside. Such... lackadaisical...

"Maple, please drop this poor excuse for a comedian into a portal and shut it around her midsection. I think that would shut her up quite nicely."

"And why would we do that instead of killing you now? If you scamper off, you'll grab Lugia and Ho-Oh and sic them on us."

Wrote 2000 words for Path of Valor and reviewed fl4k3s, which I guess is a one-shot, but it also has three parts, so I don't dunno how you want to score this one...

Bahamut silently approached and forcibly clamped his hands over Darkwhite's face. "... leave."

Ah, this is gonna be one of those metafictional pieces isn't it? I feel this. 😔 Ben is a dick for not recycling. :^) Apparently Tron exists in the world of pokémon. Freaking Disney, man. Man, I hate it when I grab the can of spaghetti-o's instead of the cereal. START+9 START+9 START+9 "Everyone...

Bahamut hadn't been sleeping. But he wasn't near the beach until he heard Diyem's sorry attempts at a klaxon. What was the issue now? Oh, Celeste and the lugia were under seige. Oh, that was probably bad. With a resigned sigh, Bahamut's golden light faded and his body contorted back into its...

[Sourdough > Tamato]: Foolish child. OUR boss. The one who sent us here.

[Sourdough > Tamato]: No. This is a request from our boss.

[Sourdough > Tamato]: We need to talk. In private. The sooner the better.

[Sourdough > Team Misfits]: Is anyone with Owen? Is he still having an existential crisis?

Then it seemed that even the team's leader was in over his head. The will of causality truly had its fangs sunk deep into this group. How deliciously ironic. This was truly a sink of swim situation and they were currently treading water. With a blindfold over their collective eyes. Oh, the...

“The cosmos tell of the snowball effect, O Darkness Mine.” Bahamut clasped both legs with his tail. “A small snowball, when given a push, can turn into the deadliest avalanche. “I hope you can find a way to speak this truth soon. Else I fear your secrets will spiral into a force we cannot hold...

For a while, silence. Diyem could try to get a read on Bahamut's thoughts, but it would just prove a frustrating effort. He was engaging in a technique that cleared his mind. Made it seem completely empty to any probers. Lower wings clasped over his chest, he focused solely on the clouds moving...

Ah, there it was. So, the "hero's aura" nonsense was just that: nonsense. If it were really true, someone as bathed in sin as him would never have been invited. But even if there wasn't any control... Closing his eyes, Bahamut puffed out some golden mist. While he hadn't committed all of...

Well, wasn't that convenient? Bahamut clasped his lower wings together. I shall ask the stars to watch over his psyche... assuming, of course, his recovered memories are genuine. A fragile mind can deceive itself in the most surprising of ways. But I'm sure you would know that. So then... let...