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"Oh!" By now, Toffee had taken Icetales' items into storage and reemerged. "Goodness! You're a lot larger than the rest of your team, aren't you? Well, if you want him to be reading somewhere alone, perhaps he can have a room with someone quiet, or, hmm... Perhaps he can do some reading in one...

"I see..." Cosmog grinned a little at that. "Then I suppose that is something I can look forward to, at least until I can regain my memories. From there, if I desire as much, perhaps I can find a way to be human again. It... is reversible, correct?" With their books checked out, Cosmog...

To this, Cosmog seemed a little more receptive. "Fine," he said. "Then, answer me one last thing. I doubt a Pokemon such as myself would survive at all in the wild if this was all I was capable of. Magikarp become great serpents of the deep. What do I become?" He rose from the table and followed...

Cosmog stiffened, or as well as his body was capable of that, when Bahamut got close. His nebulae frazzled and something vaguely psychic in nature flowed around him, but nothing more than that. "I refuse to be terrified by some random Pokemon," he said. "I am far... beyond that sort of fear...

"Of course, I'll be here if you need anything else," Toffee said, stepping toward Icetales' inventory to move it to storage. Owen, meanwhile, led the way to the stairway and waved for the others to follow, but not before skidding to a stop when a huge, iron leg stepped into the hall. "Ah...

"Hrmmm... And how am I supposed to open portals? I haven't been a Pokemon for very long." He thought, at least, though he had no way of knowing for sure. "Is it instinct?"

"Splash?!" Cosmog said, somewhere between a roar and a squeak, yet his voice seemed far deeper than it should have been. "Am I a Magikarp, now?! What useless pile of space dust have I become?!"

"...So you really are just going to guard me?" Cosmog said with a hint of irritation. "I am not a child. I'm sure others on that... that team of yours need more guarding than I do."

"Oh, goodness," said Toffee, looking Icetales over. "Why don't you leave that here for now? We have a storage room to the right where a lot of extra supplies are kept, and we set off some space for your team... "As for the rest of you, well--welcome to Poppin' Arms! Best Guild in the world...

Cosmog looked unconvinced by Bahamut's definitions of gods and decided instead to look over the book again. "No. I don't have any recollection of my name yet. Just... go with my species for now--no, not human, that's only going to draw attention. Just... what was it, Cosmog? Go with that for...

Owen glanced toward Cabot, tilting his head; an apparition of a Charizard briefly poked its head out from behind him and mimicked the motion. Still, Owen said nothing for now. "It's just up those stairs," Toffee explained, motioning with a massive, steely wing toward the left side of the room...

"You're one to talk," Cosmog muttered to Bahamut, turning another page to continue reading.

Cosmog nodded, looking pleased, but then looked down at the book with an uncertain squint. "...This... text," he said. "It's not... it's not familiar to me. I don't know what it's saying unless I... Wait, no, I think I understand it. How does that..." Cosmog sighed and decided not to question...

Far to the west of Destiny Village was the headquarters of the best of the best. This guild, despite its unprofessional name, was a worldwide gathering of talents of some of the strongest mortals to ever enter the Dungeon delving profession. And while Dungeons were rapidly fading--prior to the...

The pinpricks of light disappeared and suddenly everything had gone completely silent. The very wind stopped, and whatever idle sounds had been coming from outside had stopped too. Clouds of spectral darkness surrounded Cynthian, even darker than the room itself, and enveloped him in an instant...

"Khhh..." The Mimikyu shifted around inside the pile again, looking at Cynthian with a quiet hiss, though it didn't sound like a warning. Perhaps it was pleased? It was difficult to get a read on her... "Okay," she eventually agreed, and another gust of wind blew through the home. The coverings...

"Good..." Leg shuffled into the pile until there was nothing left of her. A few dolls fell away and a little, dark hole in the pile appeared where two pinpricks of light stared at Cynthian.

Leg looked hesitant at that, looking at the doll, then at Cynthian. She seemed unsure, perhaps because she liked to collect her dolls, or perhaps because she didn't know how to take such a request. But eventually, she did nod, sinking further into the pile.

Leg listened, but did not reply immediately. She trembled at the compliment and made some kind of whooshing sound, and then wrapped a dark tendril around the nearest doll to groom it and comb at the false fur. ...No, no that seemed to be real fur... "Khh... thank you..."

Goodra watched silently, frowning, as a Salamence came walking into the room next. "Zinc?" Salamence asked. "Oh--no, it's fine," the Goodra replied. "Thank you for coming so quickly, though. But--" "That Zangoose wasn't giving you any trouble, was he?" Salamence said in a low voice. "I heard...