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"He wants to test the team's strength," Bahamut added. "See what we're capable of. He's got corruption to him... but it seems that, for him, battling is how he focuses. So, better a friendly battle than one where he's actively trying to kill us like so many other opponents we've dealt with."

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Bahamut snorted. "All these centuries and I never worked healing-related humor into my comedy routine." His tone was dead serious. "But I suppose I can toss a few heals around, if that's what you're requesting. Just don't turn this into some sort of charizard rave party." One of Bahamut's wings...

"Are you all dunces?" Bahamut put a wing to his face and shook his head. "He's not looking to fight because he thinks we're his enemies or something. He wants to fight because, Owen impersonator or not, he's a trainer and they live for testing their pokémon's strength against other pokémon."

Bahamut sighed. "So, we're fighting Hat Owen. I figured this day would come."

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“I fucking hate April first,” Bahamut growled.

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"... hmph. If they're still unconscious, their possessions should be confiscated first and foremost." Bahamut towered over them. "Then we toss them in some sort of power-nullifying cell. Preferably under someone like Arceus' supervision. Do not hand them to the guild." He leaned over...

Bahamut levitated his cards in his direction, but kept them on the ground.

"I think that's a 'no.'"

"Sure." Bahamut looked down. "Although... we might have to keep a fair distance. The size difference makes it far too easy for me to see your cards if you're close."

"If I did, it was such a long time ago I've forgotten about it," Bahamut said. "I was more of a Solitaire guy. Or Hearts, Spades, or poker if I had other people around."

Again, Bahamut resisted the urge to facepalm. "Potluck, sweetie, 52 Card Pickup isn't a game. Someone throws the whole deck of cards onto the ground and makes another pour soul pick all of them up." He grabbed one of the balls with his wing. "But I can make the other idea work." He faced away...

"Told you." Bahamut scooped the stone and put it back in his bag. "So, anyone want to play a game? I have balls and cards and..." His voice trailed off as he emptied the items from his bag. Potluck might've recognized them. "Apparently these things are slinkys? I don't really know what they do...

The stone did not respond. It wasn't even clear whether it heard anything.

“Superheroes?” Bahamut rubbed his temples. “Can’t you breathe fire, ice, and lightning? And change types at will? Seems more like you’re the super one.” He chuckled. “Perhaps I should be asking for an autograph.”

“A massive explosion from a small point full of matter and energy,” Bahamut responded. “Pokémon attacks and abilities can only manipulate things on a small scale. No one controls time or the weather. I thought it strange about Cibus.” He shrugged. “I mean, all these gods and this world has been...