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"... fascinating." Oh, if Bahamut could just hear Maple tell that to Dave. His head would probably explode. It would at least be good for some amusement. "Anyway, about this stone." He levitated up his useless lump. "It's been... acting strangely? I'm not sure how to phrase it... but it feels...

"Well now... I wasn't expecting the little one to be joining us." Bahamut sighed and shook his head. "I was going to ask you a question about the weird stones we've all been carrying around, but it seems that there are other matters at hand." He crossed his upper wings. "Let us cut to the...

As it happened, Bahamut was first to reach the bluff. He lay down on his side, waiting for Maple to show up.

... tch. I'll bet you all looked like frightened lillipup staring down the jowels of a starving houndoom. And that just deepened her preconceived suspicions. [Sourdough > Maple]: I require some assistance. Can you meet me at Sharpedo Bluff?

Imbeciles. Did I not say to be transparent and honest? We had leverage to use. But fine. This can still be salvaged. But keep your mouths shut and let me handle it this time.

Another smirk. "I like them. They're amusing." He got up and floated out of the door.

"I have already relayed this discovery to her," Bahamut declared, setting down the badge. "Though perhaps we ought to consider a less-coordinated approach for investigating different villages? Darkwhite thrives on taking people's well-laid plans and throwing figurative knives into them. She...

[Sourdough > Team Misfits, Maple]: Just had a friendly chat with Darkwhite. She let slip that she's hidden some sort of machine away and corrupted an entire village. I believe she has created some sort of mass-corruption device and placed it somewhere specific. We need to investigate the matter...

"Calm down, child. Let us think this through rationally." Bahamut held up his right lower wing. "Darkwhite claims there is an entire infected village." He held up his left lower wing. "She let slip a comment about a machine hidden away in a town." Bahamut then placed his right upper wing beside...

"Yes, it is a tragedy, Serperior." Bahamut make a tsking noise whilst shaking his head. "Just as there is no cure for a loneliness that is so pathetic that a creature must resort to popping up and harassing complete strangers because they don't know how to make friends. After all, as Reshiram...

"No, it should do the opposite. Muscle that's degrading itself can cause the body to heat up," Bahamut said, waving the fog away with a free wing. "And I'm afraid I have no remedies for swell heads."

"Mmm. Tell me... does it seem warmer to you lot?" Bahamut fanned himself with an upper wing. "I feel as though a bunch of hot air is blowing around in front of me."

"The best way to deal with those who live for getting rises out of people is not to indulge them," Bahamut said. He held an upper wing up to his beak and faked a yawn.

Bahamut knew exactly who that voice belonged to. He was going to ignore it. "For pecha, I tended to use an, erm, suppository." Though he lacked lungs, he coughed into his wing. "In any case, I was only able to get this cheri one working after over a week of trial and error." Another pause, then...

"It's not all that dissimilar from the energy I deal with on a daily basis back home," Bahamut said, shrugging.

"It is regrettable, but that is nature for you. It is why pokémon should cooperate," Bahamut said.

"Broken bones, deep lacerations, infections... that's just the tip of the list." Bahamut had no idea if these things would even mean anything to Cynthian. Perhaps a more relevant example? "For example, grass-types like you can have their sap harden, causing their leafy appendages to become dry...

"Back home... I was a healer before I lost my light. I tended to the ailments that wrought pokémon of all shapes and sizes." He glanced down at the incense container. "Perhaps this world operates differently, but on Etherium there are injuries and illnesses that cannot be solved with Heal...

Bahamut shrugged. "How does a honedge live when it is naught but a sword? How can any ghost-types be considered alive when their bodies are also ethereal? Life is one of nature's most perplexing mysteries."

Bahamut responded with a flat look. "It's not for my sake. I make it for others."