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Bahamut also looked at Vix, eyes and brain prism turning red. "You heard him. Off you go."

"A god defies the laws of nature." Bahamut leaned over so his face was firmly in Cosmog's line of sight. "And I do not do that." He stood back up and thought a change of topic was in order. "So, do you remember anything yet? Like a name, for starters?"

"Probably. Cibus has an abundance of ageless gods." Bahamut shook his head. "A tragedy, if you ask me."

"Marshadow?" Bahamut tapped a forepaw against the floor. "Fascinating. We don't have those on Etherium, but I saw a few on other planets. Stealing other people's power-ups for themselves. Clever. Diabolical, but clever."

"You're a natural." Bahamut's stone made his bag rustle. It seemed... amused by Cosmog's grumpy demeanor? If this thing hadn't been a boon in battle, he'd probably take it somewhere to set on fire. "Hopefully you should be able to move around a bit of your own volition. In the meantime, there's...

"Please do not. I have already seen the hearts Brisa gets in her eyes when she's around Curio." Bahamut's eyes turned red. "Remember, we all forget what happens when we go home. Don't set yourself up for future heartbreak. He paused. "Also, when you inevitably bother this 'Death' person, I don't...

"Walk?" Bahamut looked down at the table Cosmog was on. "Erm... how do I put this delicately? You have no legs. You won't walk. You'll float." He crossed his prismatic arms against his back. "Try thinking light, airy thoughts. Balloons, clouds, airheads who can't open their mouths without saying...

"Ask Cosmog." Bahamut gestured to the table. "Maple already gave us enough a rundown of the big events."

Bahamut frowned. "Ghosts do not wrinkle and shrivel."

Bahamut took Cosmog in the direction Zygarde had indicated and set him down on a table. "Mmm. Encyclopedias, textbooks, almanacs." One book appeared not to fit in with the others. Bahamut grabbed it. "101 Essential Tips for Courting Death (No, Not That Kind)... by Yveltal?" He cocked his head...

"I think this strange dog is a librarian." Bahamut gestured to Zygarde with his free arm. It was still weird having six limbs. "He's helping us."

Oh, right. The litwick. If memory served Bahamut, she spent most of the last fight as a waxy puddle. "Cosmog wishes to learn more about Cibus. I am looking after him until he gets his bearings straight." After all, feline or not, he still looked grim enough to likely scare off most of the locals.

“This little one is looking for literature on the history of Cibus.” Bahamut presented Cosmog to the weird dog with a dragon aura. “Where could I find such materials?”

During the walk — or, rather, the float — toward the library, lingering light got the better of Bahamut. His crystal form broke apart and he again gained those obnoxious feline features. "I apologize for the sudden change, little one." He still managed to carry Cosmog in one of his hands. "I...

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[Sourdough > Team Spectrum]: No. Ask Starr and Dave if you really want more details. Also, I met with Arceus. So, he at least knows one of us.

"Then that's where we'll go." Bahamut floated away from Destiny Tower. ... just as soon as I figure out how to get there. Surely, there was a map installed on his badge, right? <><><>

"I believe this town has a library. Do you want to go there?"

"True. But you are a known entity. Whatever is responsible for this... that is an unknown's unknown. An unknown-squared, if you will." He cradled Cosmog gingerly in his arms and hovered toward the door. "Thank you for your help."

"To me, yes. But, as I said, I had a shaymin friend who wanted to be 'hip' and 'with the times.'" Bahamut shuddered. "He smoked his own gracidea flowers. It was... something. I had second-degree embarrassment on his behalf." The stone in his bag nudged against his side, as if it was startled by...