Treasure Town ~ Marowak Dojo

[Ambyssin]

So this was how his offer was being met. Sidestepped like a carcass in the middle of a trail. Bahamut should've figured. It wasn't like he was really liked... or that he was doing a good job of even trying to be liked. Why had Diyem brought him here, again? Probably because he sensed an aura as miserable as his and latched on.

"There are still ways of helping steel-types. But those methods... how should I put this?" Bahamut raised his left upper wing. Up came his useless lump and iron thorn. "They require a bit of percussive maintenance. Some pressure with a spiked object to the joints is what did the trick back home. Helped with rust and... similar erosions."

 

[Adamhuarts]

"Geez, that gives a whole new meaning to getting rusty," Cynthian said, throwing Seyka a sympathetic glance.

"Are all steel types made of... you know... Actual steel. Like, are there steel types out there that are Tungsten based, of even Copper or Aluminum? Hell, I bet Seyka's body is made of the last one. Since, well, a metal bird needs to be lightweight enough to take off and everything," Cynthian muttered.

He crossed his legs and fell into thought, though he could feel his body gradually lose tension and become more relaxed. "Huh, that cheri incense does actually work. How long did it take you to make it, Neckyrozma?"

 

[Ambyssin]

"A little over a week perhaps. Though you're not really taking in the actual incense. Just some residual vapors from the device." Bahamut lifted his tail to show the incense device.

 

[Adamhuarts]

"Oh, is that so? What happens if I take in the actual incense?" Cynthian asked, though he figured it probably wouldn't be a good idea to try.

 

[RJR Basimilus]

Seyka leaned over. "It might make you smell good, and you'll be mistaken for incense," he said. "But for the record, I don't rust. I think I used to, but I'm old now so I just... don't do that anymore."

 

[Adamhuarts]

Seyka leaned over. "It might make you smell good, and you'll be mistaken for incense," he said. "But for the record, I don't rust. I think I used to, but I'm old now so I just... don't do that anymore."

"I mean, I'm a pair of flowers with legs. Smelling good is sort of what Roselia do. My flowers only have dulled scents if I'm sick or something," Cynthian said with a light chuckle.

 

[Namohysip]

"Oh! So that's what that smell is."

Wandering into the dojo, perhaps by chance or perhaps because they'd been on their way to something else, was Nanab and Pine. The Serperior smiled nervously toward Bahamut and the others. "Sorry if we're bothering you at all. We were chasing something that looked a little odd, but I guess it was just a trick of the eye... Or maybe your glow?"

"Bright," Pine commented. The Haxorus looked toward the incense and perked a scaly brow. "That legal?"

"Pine," Nanab said, playfully jabbing him in the side with a vine. The Serperior smiled at the group. "Unwinding after some training?" she asked.

 

[Adamhuarts]

"Whoa, you're the heroes of the sand continent, aren't you?" Cynthian asked in awe upon their entry. He hadn't known they were still hanging around Treasure Town.

"We were just having a chat while relaxing a bit. And would you look at that, Necky, your incense must be pretty good since it keeps luring people here," Cynthian said with a chuckle.

 

[Ambyssin]

"This is a cheri extract incense." Bahamut felt like a broken record. "The cheri berry is used for paralysis... where the body struggles to move. But stress can stiffen the body's muscles. Create tension. Back home... I used this to help soothe tense, aching muscles. You're welcome to try it." Though he doubted anyone really wanted to accept.

 

[Adamhuarts]

"Wait, you have muscles? Where?" Cynthian asked, slackjawed.

 

[Ambyssin]

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

 

[RJR Basimilus]

"He wouldn't even need it even if he had muscles probably," Seyka said. "Because his uh- parts, are all disconnected, they wouldn't rub against each other and get sore probably." The Skarmory looked triumphant. "In fact, it's like, extremely efficient."

 

[Adamhuarts]

"How interesting. You don't breathe, you don't eat, and you don't even have muscles. How do you live like this?" Cynthian asked, then he gasped. "Oh sorry, that's a bit rude to ask, right?"

 

[Ambyssin]

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."

 

[Adamhuarts]

"Life is strange," Cynthian said while nodding in agreement.

 

[RJR Basimilus]

“I mean, if it comes to who does and doesn’t have muscles, the difference is where the consideration stops. Still-“ Seyka looked at the incense. “-that’s nice of you to be thoughtful like that. I know I wouldn’t think about muscles.”

 

[Ambyssin]

"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 Pulses, Heal Bells, and other related moves."

 

[Adamhuarts]

"And those injuries and illnesses being what exactly?" Cynthian asked, his curiosity piqued.

 

[Ambyssin]

"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 and crumbly. I had serums I could give to the grass-types to restore their sap to its natural, fluid state."

 

[Adamhuarts]

"That... is unpleasant. I've heard of a similar condition back in my world, but thankfully I've never contracted such a condition." The mere thought of it made Cynthian shudder in place.