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Bahamut had no eyelids to blink in confusion with. Did this child... not know how libraries worked? "They have librarians there. You know... people working there who know where to find the books you're looking for?" He hunched down. "Have you ever been to a library before?"

"I'm here to find out what Kyurem and Yveltal look like," Bahamut replied. "Surely there's a book or two here with information about them. They don't exist where I'm from."

Bahamut's efforts at contacting people via badge failed. Perhaps they were offline after the whole fiasco with Maple getting impersonated? Regardless, that meant he'd need to change up his strategy. Bahamut decided to find a book at the library that would have pictures of Kyurem and Yveltal. At...

"There's always the library." Esper's voice reverberated in Bahamut's head. He then sang, "If you take a look... inside a book—" "It looks like I have more work to do." Bahamut turned away. "Goodbye." As he started off, he stumbled and glanced briefly to his left and right. Yes, that was...

Bahamut had no eyelids, but if he did he imagined they'd be lowered for a properly unamused expression. He was not an art person. "Clearly, I'm going about this the wrong way. I should ask someone on Maple's team with more knowledge of the city." He looked down at his forepaws. "Perhaps the...

"It's not exactly easy to find them when you don't even know what they look like." Bahamut scowled. "And I'm not going to go knocking on random doors like some lousy salesmon."

"Then none of that is really of any help to me." Bahamut shook out his mane. "I care not for metaphysical spirit nonsense. It just serves as a reminder that the dead on Etherium are doomed to be absorbed into Eternatus' realm and eroded into a Phantom or, if resilient enought, a daemon."

"Excuse me?" Bahamut tilted his head. "You're speaking in riddles. 'True and ideal essence?' Just what is that supposed to mean, exactly? And the only voids I can think of are black holes, consuming space and matter until enough stars are swallowed to put a stop to them."

"A death god, then?" A pensive gray overtook Bahamut's eyes, then. "Perhaps that's why he suggested it. One killer meeting with another." He frowned. "But I fail to see what ice and winter would do to help. In Etherium, the seasons change with the revolving of the planet around the sun. Plain...

"Oh, are they gods here, too?" Bahamut's shoulders sagged. "Fantastic. Just how many useless deities is this planet stuffed with?" He pinched the top of his armored forehead with his claws. ""Arceus just told me to try talking to one. That's all."

Oh, wonderful. Just what Bahamut was looking for. One of the allies with a penchant for unrelenting optimism. And he wasn't even entirely sure he was in the right vicinity for what he was looking for. Perhaps Bahamut could just scare Icetales off with his typical brand of nihilism. "Arceus...

"I'm fairly confident that only applies to Owen, who tries to make nice with everyone anyway." Bahamut paused in the doorway. "Kyurem and Yveltal? Understood. " He still had a slouched stance. "Thank you for your time." Now he needed to figure out what the hell a kyurem and a yveltal were. <><><>

Of course. “I truly am cursed, then.” A bitter laugh. “Stuck in a world that’s brighter and happier than mine as a healer with the mindset and instincts of a killer.” Bahamut turned away from Arceus. “It’s all futile. Nothing left to do but go stare at a wall until this planet is back to...

Bahamut metal claws dug into the floor. "But that's just it. I can't die in my proper place." He balled his arms' claws into fists. "I'm... my core..." The necrozma lowered his head. "My real body... is corrupted. Eternatus' power... dug itself into my core. I think I... well, probably..." He...

Bahamut walked after Arceus, though his posture wasn't the greatest. "Well over a thousand years past the point I should've burnt out or gone supernova. I was getting to the end of my days before Eternatus attacked Etherium."

Bahamut kept a stoic expression. "Not exactly." His tail twitched erratically. "I'm so... tired of being in a world where optimism seems to be a tangible element. My team doesn't need me. They're sick of my attitude and, with new acquisitions, can handle themselves fine in battle without my...

"Are you okay after the attack?" Bahamut walked through the door and inspected the entryway for any sign of damage. "I'm sure it all must've been quite alarming."

<><><> Bahamut knocked on the front door. "I can sense you in there. And I'm sure you know why I'm here."

"Have fun with that." Bahamut made for the door. "I'm off to," he looked right at Owen and, by extension, his shadow, "someplace I can't 'bring the team's morale down.'" And he headed out the door, appearing to go in Destiny Tower's direction.

"There's nothing normal about any of this." Bahamut shrugged. "And you won't have to entertain anything. If it does happen, you'll be the one trying to kill us."