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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...

"... fascinating." Oh, if Bahamut could just hear Maple tell that to Dave. His head would probably explode. It would at least be good for some amusement. "Anyway, about this stone." He levitated up his useless lump. "It's been... acting strangely? I'm not sure how to phrase it... but it feels...

"Well now... I wasn't expecting the little one to be joining us." Bahamut sighed and shook his head. "I was going to ask you a question about the weird stones we've all been carrying around, but it seems that there are other matters at hand." He crossed his upper wings. "Let us cut to the...

As it happened, Bahamut was first to reach the bluff. He lay down on his side, waiting for Maple to show up.

... tch. I'll bet you all looked like frightened lillipup staring down the jowels of a starving houndoom. And that just deepened her preconceived suspicions. [Sourdough > Maple]: I require some assistance. Can you meet me at Sharpedo Bluff?

Imbeciles. Did I not say to be transparent and honest? We had leverage to use. But fine. This can still be salvaged. But keep your mouths shut and let me handle it this time.

Another smirk. "I like them. They're amusing." He got up and floated out of the door.

"I have already relayed this discovery to her," Bahamut declared, setting down the badge. "Though perhaps we ought to consider a less-coordinated approach for investigating different villages? Darkwhite thrives on taking people's well-laid plans and throwing figurative knives into them. She...

[Sourdough > Team Misfits, Maple]: Just had a friendly chat with Darkwhite. She let slip that she's hidden some sort of machine away and corrupted an entire village. I believe she has created some sort of mass-corruption device and placed it somewhere specific. We need to investigate the matter...

"Calm down, child. Let us think this through rationally." Bahamut held up his right lower wing. "Darkwhite claims there is an entire infected village." He held up his left lower wing. "She let slip a comment about a machine hidden away in a town." Bahamut then placed his right upper wing beside...

"Yes, it is a tragedy, Serperior." Bahamut make a tsking noise whilst shaking his head. "Just as there is no cure for a loneliness that is so pathetic that a creature must resort to popping up and harassing complete strangers because they don't know how to make friends. After all, as Reshiram...

"No, it should do the opposite. Muscle that's degrading itself can cause the body to heat up," Bahamut said, waving the fog away with a free wing. "And I'm afraid I have no remedies for swell heads."

"Mmm. Tell me... does it seem warmer to you lot?" Bahamut fanned himself with an upper wing. "I feel as though a bunch of hot air is blowing around in front of me."

"The best way to deal with those who live for getting rises out of people is not to indulge them," Bahamut said. He held an upper wing up to his beak and faked a yawn.

Bahamut knew exactly who that voice belonged to. He was going to ignore it. "For pecha, I tended to use an, erm, suppository." Though he lacked lungs, he coughed into his wing. "In any case, I was only able to get this cheri one working after over a week of trial and error." Another pause, then...

"It's not all that dissimilar from the energy I deal with on a daily basis back home," Bahamut said, shrugging.

"It is regrettable, but that is nature for you. It is why pokémon should cooperate," Bahamut said.

"Broken bones, deep lacerations, infections... that's just the tip of the list." Bahamut had no idea if these things would even mean anything to Cynthian. Perhaps a more relevant example? "For example, grass-types like you can have their sap harden, causing their leafy appendages to become dry...