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Bahamut was out for a fly — flirting with the surface of the ocean while he traced symbols along the water with his tail — when he sensed the aura. Its signature sent him back ages, but the weakness of it stopped him from stepping onto memory lane. He flew up in the direction he sensed. It...

“Did you not say you had several siblings?” Bahamut yawned. “In any case, the deed is done. You’re free to explore to your heart’s content.”

“Spontaneity is the fountain of youth, darling.” Bahamut remained coiled as he spoke.

Bahamut floated into the living quarters and located beds to place Astrid and Curio. He also dropped Icepix. Unfortunately, Owen wasn't around to handle coffee-brewing duty. Pity. With the job done, he slithered into the corner of the room and coiled around himself.

Beta read a new chapter opening and a lengthy part in Hands of Creation.

"Mmm. Well, I usually just fly there. So, I'll just have to try not to drop you into the ocean or anything." And, without warning, he snatched Icepix up in his beak and carried the poor noble out by his tails. <><><>

Bahamut scooped one blackout drunk team member in each set of wings. "Well, we've been staying in the dojo in town. I suppose we could take them back there and have Owen get them some coffee for when they wake up." The charmander was a good little errand boy. Bahamut was sure he'd agree without...

"I am unsure." Bahamut untwisted himself so he was looking at the floor again. "However, the first hurdle we ran into was a pair of gigantic magikarp rampaging around. Two reactions seen in mortals exposed to Natus' caustic energy." His eyes shifted from mostly-purple to a mix of red and blue...

"Attacked by a five-headed, planet-sized daemon: Natus Aeterna, the 'Eternal World Ender.'" Purple almost entirely overtook Bahamut's eyes and spread through his face like poison droplets across water. "A being with no thoughts. No emotions. It simply acts... venting infinite energy that erodes...

At Icepix's question, the colors in Bahamut's eyes dimmed. "If it were a play, audiences would label it a tragedy." He still wore a smile on his beak. "I've spent the last several centuries alone, wandering the mystery dungeons eroding my home planet bit by bit." Bahamut shrugged. "It cannot be...

"The shackle of your fur color is naught but an illusion in this realm," Bahamut said, splotches of silver peppering his eyes to match Icepix's fur. "All here are strangers to the connotation behind it." Even though he found it... strange that Diyem would reconstruct Icepix's body with that...

"That would explain it, then." Bahamut didn't elaborate on what "it" meant. His lower wings wrapped themselves around his torso. "'Beware the silver spoons, for they can hollow out the soul.' Such was passed along to me by the stars. It would seem that even foreign worlds have such cases." The...

Oh, what was that? Bahamut slithered closer to Icepix. "Did I hear you right? You're nobility... but you're a butler? How curious."

"I've never heard of cool air helping someone recover from inebriation." He twisted his head around. Which he could do, since he didn't have a solid neck. Now he was looking at the ceiling. "Perhaps a heal seed would be most helpful, but for all we know, Diyem's replica bodies might just have to...

Bahamut offered a respectful golf clap for Curio before chuckling at Icepix. "T'was a jest, I assure you. But you should be careful, because that gesture could definitely be interpreted that way. Certainly when you're amongst company from other worlds."

Wow, it was quite forward of Icepix to shove his tails in Astrid’s face. “If this is one of those ‘love at first sight’ situations, you might want to take a more subtle approach, sir.” He tapped a temple. “Or is that how you express affection where you’re from?” He smirked, clearly amused.

“I’m reminded of a friend who loved to partake in hard liquor.” Bahamut chuckled. “If I remember correctly, there were quite a few times he woke up surrounded by salazzle.”

Humans could do more? “Oh? Can humans spit fire and ice in your world, then? But that would make them no different from Pokémon.” A wry grin crept across his face.

“Humans, hmm?” Bahamut coiled himself so his head rested on the table. “Fascinating. What are the humans of your world like?”

“It would be wasted on me, Miss Astrid.” A long pause, then: “That pun wasn’t intentional.”