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"Then that's all the more reason for you to find and speak to Nip." Bahamut's expression remained stoic. "You admit some culpability, so now it falls to you to take responsibility for your actions." He looked at one of the pristine walls, eyes shifting white. "There is no easy way to breech such...

Bahamut's stone plinked against him multiple times while Icetales spoke. He pressed his bag against his shoulde. He assumed the stone wished to "fix" Icetales' speech pattern in the same way he attempted to fix Arceus'.

Bahamut stomped a forepaw down right in front of Cabot. Its black spokes jutted up past Cabot's eye level. "You did no such thing." His eyes and core turned red. "Perhaps there are some... negative thoughts lingering in the back of your head. But it was the machine who took control of you and...

“Of course it is.” Bahamut’s eyes turned pink. “His cheerful facade has cracked.”

“You don’t have to agree with me. Our worlds are different. Perhaps your naive optimism serves you well at home.” Bahamut snort golden embers at Owen’s shadow. “But there is such a thing as ‘noble to a fault.’ Do not get too comfortable with that power. We’ve had enough allies traumatized by...

Bahamut's eyes turned an inquisitive orange. "I believe I'm the one who should be asking you that." He walked over to Owen, his larger frame towering over the charmander. "For the machine to pull you into the darkness like that... perhaps it realized what I was hinting at before?" His eyes...

"I suppose that works." He nudged Cosmog forward with his nose. "Just tell him which way to go. He's learning to float."

With Cosmog slowly bobbing in the lead, Bahamut entered the building. He stowed his badge away, thankful it did have a map installed. "The little one wishes to read by himself," he announced. "Where can I take him?"

"You're surrounded by gods. Surely, someone can reverse it." Bahamut slowly ambled behind Cosmog, shrugging. If Diyem could do it, Arceus could. Probably. Maybe. <><><>

"Mmm... I think it depends." It wasn't a memory Bahamut loved to bring up, but it was all he had to go off. "Supposedly, you can evolve into a powerful creature. The emissary of the moon, Lunala, or the sun, Solgaleo. Both can create portals at will and draw in energy from the moon and sun...

"How about this, then?" Bahamut picked the book up. "We'll check this book out. Maybe a couple of others. I'll take you over to the guild. It'll be safer there and you won't have to have me stand guard."

"Yes. Specifically it's a response to danger... at least from what I've seen." Bahamut grinned and pinched one of Cosmog's cheeks. "And you're just so tiny and cute, lots of things would be terrifying to you." ... like the giant, light-eating cat with the jagged armor.

"Well, in theory you can open portals and summon pokémon through them." Bahamut grinned sheepishly. "Someone pisses you off, just open a portal and drop a copperajah on them. Not bad, right?"

"I hate to break it to you, but your kind is incapable of attacking," Bahamut said. "You learn Splash, Teleport, and nothing else."

Like a grotesque corviknight, Bahamut sat on his haunches, guarding Cosmog and seeing if anyone else would show up.

Bahamut also looked at Vix, eyes and brain prism turning red. "You heard him. Off you go."

"A god defies the laws of nature." Bahamut leaned over so his face was firmly in Cosmog's line of sight. "And I do not do that." He stood back up and thought a change of topic was in order. "So, do you remember anything yet? Like a name, for starters?"

"Probably. Cibus has an abundance of ageless gods." Bahamut shook his head. "A tragedy, if you ask me."

"Marshadow?" Bahamut tapped a forepaw against the floor. "Fascinating. We don't have those on Etherium, but I saw a few on other planets. Stealing other people's power-ups for themselves. Clever. Diabolical, but clever."

"You're a natural." Bahamut's stone made his bag rustle. It seemed... amused by Cosmog's grumpy demeanor? If this thing hadn't been a boon in battle, he'd probably take it somewhere to set on fire. "Hopefully you should be able to move around a bit of your own volition. In the meantime, there's...