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"I'm afraid it's not my place to make such demands," Pop said gently, shaking his head. "But I can at least assure you that I see no reason why he would do such a thing. To forcefully claim you would mean that betrayal, that resentment, that pain, would go to him, too. He would only harm...

Buffet has been feeling better, but unfortunately has no insight about Sword except that she was very playful, and he wouldn't mind taking on that attitude now and then in the future. Buffet isn't sure about Giovanni and Silver, but claims that a process like this is unprecedented, going from...

You'll be living in the Voidlands forever by the time I'm through with you-- Um, Diyem, what about what Raven said? About Eien? Eien is fine. Just fine. She's in the Tree. We're together in a sense, aren't we? She needs time to work off her corruption anyway. Diyem, think really, really...

...What did you do with my things.

It didn't appear to be sealed very firmly. Not even glued down; a simple and careful unfurling would pull the letter out from its envelope. The top words were frank and to the point, and once again were in Soda's handwriting. 'For if I'm dead.' The immediate paragraph following seemed to be...

Quadrupeds. What is the best place to massage? ...What? Owen cleared his throat. Diyem? What? Answer the question.

Soda sighed, looking at Puddle go, then at Rocky. "Go do your thing," he said casually, walking around the site. "I'm gonna do some scouting as usual. May as well check on a few things, tie up some loose ends..." He rolled his eyes. "Right. See ya." And with a peace-sign with two claws, Soda...

Cola swam around in the ectoplasm before settling in his usual spot and position. "I dunno. Anything. I guess the team base will have to wait while Rocky goes on his mission and Soda saves the world or something..." "Guess that's the plan," Soda said, running a claw along Rocky's Core. It was a...

[[ I have a really bad feeling that we're near or at lynch or lose or something close to it right now. Anybody with information or tracking roles, I think we need to throw caution to the wind and get everything out there so we can be absolutely sure that we take out a mafia today. We NEED to...

[[ I was ready to try to map out two healers as just a negative-utility town hazard, but Espy suddenly coming in with being a third healer is throwing that theory through a loop. Don't have time for substantial posts yet, Blacklight and ticket day at work has me strapped. Hopefully in a few...

[[ Just imagine Alexander is screaming at the sky right now. Now hang on, how many healers are we up to now? Three? And we had some Reluctant people, did we ever get confirmation on what Dave would've been? We have way too many healers...]]

"Mmmnn..." Cola curled up a little more. He seemed halfway submerged. But then, his red circles seemed to open up, and he wriggled a little, to Soda's surprise, and poured himself back onto the snow with a sigh. "I think... it might be safer to be with Puddle for now. It won't be as...

"Dunno. I think this is something we should let Cola decide," Soda replied, rubbing under Cola's chin again as he slid down into Soda's free arm, nestled in his chest fur. He purred. "Mmm... well..." Cola considered it, then stretched, like he was getting ready for a nap. All the stress must...

"Nah, I think I just have that effect on people," Soda said with a shrug as he rubbed under what he assumed was Cola's chin. "I sorta have a knack for, I dunno, feeling safe once you get to know me. Anyway, here's what I'm thinking. Cola... pick one of the three of us to hide with. I'm not going...

"Hmm..." Cola considered this, then nodded. "That could work..." "Or if you really want to be safe, I'm still an option," Soda offered, glancing at Cola with a shrug. The golden haze had gotten a little cozy on Soda's shoulder, and seemed to be eyeing his mane next. "I know you used to be...

"Goodness... How much have you been thinking on this?" "How can we not?" Cal asked, gesturing vaguely to where Joule had once been. "This is... it's terrifying! Y'know?!" "Yes, I'm sure it is," Pop replied, nodding. "Cola was the same way, really. I don't... blame you for that kind of feeling...

"Mmnah, actually, something tells me that world has a Pop, too. In fact, it's probably a Pop, actually. They coordinated to bring their worlds in parallel after the split, but to be honest, not even I know if they're actually the same exact person split two ways, or if it's a new Pop that was...

"...So it is about Joule, then?" Pop asked. Cal seemed a little off-put that he wasn't bothering with the hip accent anymore, but there was a lot more that she was focused on. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," Cal mumbled back.

"Soda?" repeated Flesh, and then he made a growl that seemed to not be words but an actual hum of contemplation. "Soda is very strong. I don't think I've ever seen him go all-out in a fight because he doesn't need to. He might even be stronger than Maple!" Though, that seemed more like wishful...

Cola happily placed a hoof in Soda's hand; he grasped in return and they shook firmly. "Ideas, eh?" Soda asked. "Like what?" Cola seemed transfixed by something. He pulled out of Soda's hold and looked at his wispy hoof, then at Soda, who seemed distracted by something else. "Y'know," Soda...