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"I'm training... to regain the powers I lost through this... reincarnation process." Bahamut released Nero, he dropped to the ground in front of him with a surprised chirrup. "Particularly my portals. I want to be able to effortlessly traverse galaxies, like I used to. Perhaps surpass the...

Bahamut shrugged. "I don't intend for there to be a next b— what the hell?" Air Slash blades peppered his crystaline legs. The front of Nero's crest shimmered. "Have to stay on your toes, don't you?" Bahamut's eyes sparked. Small balls of golden light surrounded him. Three shot toward Nero...

A hardy clang shook the training room. Nero and Bahamut bounced away from each other, the former digging in his talons to stop his skidding and the latter flapping his wings behind him before stabilizing his levitation. His upper right wing twitched. A small wormhole appeared before him. Bahamut...

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."

"Sure. Let's get started." Bahamut laughed into his wing. "Mutt, grab a post and a bunch of wire. We'll tie Cal to the post and plant her in a crop field for two years."

"I believe that's called a scarekrow," Bahamut mused, vaguely tracing the shape of a honchkrow with one of his claws.

"Uh-huh." Bahamut made a mental note to tell Xerneas that Cal shouldn't go anywhere near the tree. Or whatever was left of it.