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[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...

Curious. So very curious. Bahamut had been lounging in some trees near the road between the shops and the main square when he hard a commotion. Cynthian, apparently, fell victim to the parasites. Shades, if Bahamut was getting the terminology correctly. Bahamut laid low, considering sniping the...

So, here's something memey for this topic... Describe your fic's cast in terms of their Among Us playstyles! Example: View: https://ask-the-guiding-light-cast.tumblr.com/post/630353316899094528/the-guiding-light-cast-but-its-the-type-of-among

Bahamut chuckled again. "And did you ever stop to think about why something like that happened?" Blue, purple, and green bubbled around his eyes. "Well, perhaps I'll give you the day to dwell on it. Have fun, little one." Without sitting upright, Bahamut rose into the air and flew off.

“I still do not like it. Nature should give way to intelligent life, not some creator.” Bahamut sighed. “But it’s ultimately useless drawing out this discussion. We will go our separate ways and forget all of it when things are said and done. “I can only hope your world does not turn into one...

"As I said, I do not like the concept of physical gods. Tangible creatures that can shape reality to their whim." His head tendrils frazzled. Red and orange tinted Bahamut's normally-gold glow. "It's far too much power to place in the hands of individuals. They have minds. Thoughts. Beliefs...

"I'm not worried. Whatever happens happens. Such is the will of causality." Bahamut rolled onto his back and crossed one leg over the other. "I am not comfortable in a world where the whims of nature are beholden to individual people and not the cosmos. I will listen to the stars as best I...

"What has been given can just as easily be taken," Bahamut replied. "I will continue to do as the stars instruct me. Which may not be much, but I am fine with 'not much.' Things like food and shelter mean much more to you all than they do to me."

He was still lying on his side. "Well, this a matter of utmost importance to the people of this world. But for me, it is utterly inconsequential. After all, I'll lose all memories of what happens here when I return home." Bahamut tapped his beak. "For some, the prospect would encourage them to...

"Mortals that have come into contact with the corrosive energy Natus exudes suffer a range of different syndromes." Bahamut pointed a lower wing at Celeste. "For example... ballooning up to gigantic sizes or losing all semblance of self and lashing out at anything that moves."

"I've mentioned Natus, the World Ender, many times since we've arrived here. I suspect that a variant of it might be lurking in this world, remember?"

If this was the absol's idea of a joke, it wouldn't even get a laugh from a hatchling. "It seems you need to clean the fur from your ear-frills. I'm not talking about those tiny psychic birds... I'm referring to the daemon that stripped me of my light and is suffocating my world to death."...