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As it turned out, Bean did have the information Bahamut needed. Yes, Kyurem and Yveltal lived here and, yes, it was close to where Maple's team had taken up lodgings. Bahamut had left Tricky behind, but there was a small bit of satisfaction in knowing that he was right. Though that was followed...

Generally speaking, this kind of onomatopoeia stuff is better suited for visual mediums like comics, not written works. How very, uh, anime? Do animals exist in this world? If not, how would the non-humans know what a goose is? This also applies to the prose from Meowth's POV using epithets like...

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Bahamut turned away from her. "Have fun with that. If you try to latch onto my spirit, you'll be killed by Eternatus. Then you won't even have a ghost to do any haunting with. You'll just be another Phantom, mindlessly attacking anything that so much as looks at you." He walked off toward the...

"Not really." Did the kit not hear what he'd said before? "Possibly Owen. But that's because he puts too much personal investment into everyone. One can only wonder how long he has in his home world until he cracks like an opened chestnut." Bahamut shut the book. "As juvenile as this is. It...

"Nobody mentioned they were missing." Bahamut shrugged. "If they're corrupted, then I strongly doubt they're within the city. Maple had mentioned something about her team living somewhere a bunch of so-called gods take up residence." "We were there earlier, dummy." Bahamut pretended he didn't...

Bahamut closed the book. "It doesn't matter. I've been cursed with immortality. And with the team not interested in my opinions and others able to do what I can do, I'm better off trying to find someone who thinks like me. Figure out how they can stand being in such a sickeningly cheerful world."

"Arceus suggested I find them." Bahamut began flipping toward the end of the book. "I believe they... have a similar glass-half-empty style of thinking as me." He reached Yveltal's page and frowned. Bahamut turned the book to Tricky. "Is it just me or is this a slab of bacon with wings?"

"Fascinating." It was not fascinating. "You're welcome to follow, though I don't think it should take that long." Bahamut flicked a prism hand and the door opened up. He marched up to the reception table and to the Bean that was manning it. After a quick inquiry, he was given a variety of...

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...