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Bahamut wondered what Diyem had meant about poses. Nobody looked very... posed? Imposing? Something like that. "I'm starting to wonder if Diyem's stalling because he thinks, like, Pop's got one last miracle waiting," Polaris whispered, earning a swat from one of Bahamut's wings. They made a...

"Oooh, yay, snow!" Polaris waved his pom-poms around cheerfully. The snowflakes instantly sublimated when they touched Bahamut. "I never saw the appeal."

Bahamut smirked. “Well, I’ll have plenty to tell you about what the Potluck lookalike told me about how he and his friends fired Arceus and all the other legends in their world.”

Bahamut's expression was much more stern. He figured Owen would be the only one to bid any sort of farewell, so now there was only important matters to attend to. He coiled around Diyem, his matched eyes rippling like water lapping up against the shoreline. "When you return them... I suggest...

Bahamut looked down at Cal. "Don't expect me to be the grandparent who sends you checks in the mail for absurd things like 'Recycle Your Plastics Day.' I don't have any money." He flicked an upper wing which sparked with a... strange bit of distorted energy. "But I suppose if we fight, I can...

Bahamut floated there silently. After Brisa, no one else on the team had sought him out. Not that he blamed them, in light of Diyem's revelation. He holed himself up in the library trying to figure out if there was something that could be done to replicate his situation. But, alas, he came up...

Bahamut leaned back against a tree. "She's more mature than the actual charizard she's shaped after." Nero blinked and said nothing. XxX

Bahamut lazily waved with his tail. "Take care."

"Mm, yes. I don't know the others have given it nearly as much thought as you," Bahamut said, tapping his chin.

"That's not what he meant," Nero said. "He means your personality doesn't mesh well with his. He's saying you'd make a terrible girlfriend." "... with a lot more tact than you, evidently," Bahamut muttered.

"You are not my type," Bahamut said, completely straight-faced.

"Don't think about it," Bahamut scoffed. "And, like, you lot were created with the cosmic equivalent of hand-holding, so the whole 'blood's thicker than water' doesn't even literally apply."

"This is less a family tree and more a family kudzu," Bahamut deadpanned. "... classy," Nero said.

"It's hard to draw any comparisons. I never had parents," Bahamut said. "But I certainly know what it's like to lose a family: painful."

“I think it’s the others you should worry about,” Bahamut said. Not that he didn’t appreciate the gesture, he supposed. “I’ve had plenty come and go in my life. Or the life I’m reincarnated from.”

"I'm pretty sure Buffet already has the soul searching market monopolized," Bahamut deadpanned. "I see you're already working on your stand-up routine," Nero quipped. Bahamut flicked an upper wing dismissively. "Hard to do when one floats instead of stands." "... ba-dum-tsssh." "Are your...

"You do realize my head is larger than you and I can hear that, right?" Bahamut mused. "Sonar ears," Nero sang, his ears twitching.

"Well, you really think after all the mind diving there wouldn't be some demand for my services?" Bahamut retorted. After a pause, he added, "Or I could take up gardening. I have the patience. And the sunlight."

"So, then, perhaps gardening is not for you." Bahamut's smile was sickeningly sanguine, contrasting with his tone. "Maybe you ought to work in the training facility? They could start you as a custodian or something until you actually have some real weight to throw around."

"Scarekrow are literally cursed, enchanted dolls tied to posts," Bahamut explained. "I think they might be stuffed full of evil spirits to chase would-be crop raiders away."