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"Uh, sure?" Bahamut's left upper wing pointed at a brick chimney. What did she have to mope about? Him ordering her to hide in her stone the whole time? "Is something wrong?"

Oh, for pity's sake. "No." Bahamut made no effort to move from lying on his back. "I am recovering after spending... however long we were in the tree getting smacked around by Maple. Quiet is preferable to whatever squabbles and/or big emotional speeches the rest of the team is involved in."

<><><> Bahamut had gotten the bad news straight from Reshiram. His backup to Eternatus' backup was unfeasible. Pity. But not surprising, given he was "batting below five hundred" with his ideas in this world, as some humans would say. Frankly, Bahamut could've gone for striking a ball with a...

After leaving Destiny Tower, Bahamut heads to Chip's lab to locate him and (hopefully) his boss. He presents the poké ball that Nate gave him and explains that, in his dealings with his Team Rocket, they had poké balls capable of capturing pokémon that were already caught. He wants to know if...

Again, Bahamut frowned. "Even vaguely informing Dark Matter is going against Eternatus' wishes. She did not want anyone to know." He tilted his head up. "Besides, the team trusts Dark Matter more than they trust me. He can pass on what I tell him and they'll probably take it at face value...

“Right. Just, uh, let the team know they’re not going to be available for a bit.” Bahamut shrugged. “Just in case the adrenaline junkies try to schedule fights with them.” He looked around, as if wondering how to exit.

“That’s why I said for now. When they have adjusted to their new bodies, I will talk to Dark Matter.”

Bahamut sighed. “No, not yet. Discrete means discrete. If someone else on the team learns, Dark Matter can easily find out.”

"Yes. Apparently they just need to bed cosmic aliens with bad intervention habits," Bahamut deadpanned.

"Sounds appealing on paper. But wherever she goes, our Dark Matter will follow." Bahamut crossed his wings. "Even if this planet wanted him to hang around, I'm sure he'll whip up every excuse in the book not to."

Bahamut frowned. "Regrettably, she appears to be my dimensional counterpart. Not Joule. However, I did tell her that if she can be rescued, that it's time for her to retire from her interplanetary escapades."

Bahamut craned his head down toward Cola. "Have you read about wildfires? It's said that when they ravage forestland, the ashes left behind can be used to sprout new fauna." He picked his head back up. "In some regards, such a storm could give rise to something new." Again his wings sparked. "I...

"Well, I imagine much the same as what happened to those magikarp sisters." Bahamut tapped his chin with a wing-claw. "They'll turn big. Some might change form. And they'll rampage."

Bahamut knew that he was, quite frankly, better than Arceus' experts. He got to Owen's block, which Breaker didn't even attempt to do. But it's not like he was in a position to really argue with the guy in charge of the world. "Right. Well." He rubbed the back of his ethereal head. "Again, the...

"Err... they translate to certain objects for us." He traced a sword and a shield in the ground with his tail.

Bahamut frowned. "This isn't because of their names, is it? Because I do not trust the artist formerly known as Darkwhite with a giant blade."

"If I may interject for a moment?" Bahamut raised an upper wing. "This, erm, unusual opportunity may provide a solution to... another dilemma." He pointed his other upper wing to Cola. "Lacking in a real form. Conflicted over a sense of identity. I may not mold reality or anything, but would...

"Correct." Bahamut opened his beak wide and appeared to... cough up two silhouettes: one cyan, the other magenta. He wrapped his tail around them, then turned his head to the ceiling. His eyes projected a couple of canines onto the starry ceiling. One held a sword in its maw, the other had a...

"... cramped," Bahamut flatly responded. "Also I've spent the last—" He cut himself off. "I've spent longer than I care to admit getting pounded by Map—" The necrozma facepalmed. "Sorry, poor word choice. I was protecting Dark Better. By getting punched. A lot." He shook his head. "However, we...

Right. Technically. ... well, perhaps that didn't need to be the case anymore. But business first. Bahamut floated up to the area in question. He flared his body to try and blind anyone thinking of trying anything funny.