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"That's part of the job," replied Bean with a nod. "I'm not at that level yet, though." "So that's why Overseers don't really step in for us," Owen said, frowning. "I guess it's not bad enough." "If the Overseers are directly stepping in, you've already lost," Bean summarized. "Dave is right...

"Hell worlds," Bean replied, and there was a tinge of darkness in his voice. "Where death is only the beginning of their suffering."

"They run out of mortals to torment," Bean replied. Owen shuddered. "Right, that's... true..." "Or, occasionally, another god interferes on their own, or someone usurps them. It's not unheard of."

"Magnitude and scope, is the simple version" Bean said, and it seemed implied that he had no idea how old the organization was, if it even had a proper, measurable age at this level. "Worlds that are in true peril or worse take priority... And worlds where it may spread to other places are...

"I do not know. Nobody really knows. The Overseers follow a philosophy, not a leader. If we have one, they are so far removed that I do not know anything about their identity, name, species, or even what plane of reality they came from." "So it's just this loosely sprawling... organization that...

"I can," Buffet said, "but I can't bring others with me unless they're... well. You know. On their way out." He smiled nervously. "Sunny's strange ability has been a useful workaround for that, since it seems like she can help you... safely project into the beyond without too much trouble."...

"...What in Void's name is a Tylenol, some kind of fruit?"

"Also beyond my capabilities," Bean said. "Breaker in particular would notice the gap, especially if they are recent memories within the past hundred years. Any time a Zygarde dies, all of their memories that were acquired while a separate entity are returned to the remaining living ones, along...

"Oh, Cynthian! Good to see you! and you've grown!" Sunny grinned, practically beamed, but then tilted at Buffet. "Oh? Another visit to Spirits' Edge, then?" "Indeed. Do you happen to have time?" "Hmmm, almost. I just need to finish getting all of the kids eating, and--hey! Stop that!" And she...

"Ahh, it's so good to be out in the open again!" Buffet made a twirl and a flourish in the air as they headed just south of the main hustle and bustle of Treasure Town. "...Now, Cynthian, I want to warn you again that this trip down Spirits' Edge could lead to nothing, or it could lead to...

Diyem looked disgusted at Nate, almost betrayed. He thought Nate would have been a ball of negativity just like him. Turns out he was just like all the other mortals. Pathetic. "So, because I'm a risk, I have to be in jail," Lunala said with an irritable frown. "If we can find a power...

"...Hm. It's... very likely that, one way or the other, we could learn of the continued existence of the Arsonist tonight... and no earlier." He looked to the others. "Their deadline is up. I do not think the Arsonist was expecting three kills--let alone two innocents--tonight. That means that...

[[...Getting sniped by this makes my "Chappie reads as innocent to me" claim look amazingly bad. I'd like to request again for a bulleted example of why you think this, because generally your judgements have been strong.]]

"Mmff..." Alexander snorted into the air as he tried to mull things over. "Despite how chaotic things are, it seems like everyone had made an effort to assist the hybrid, and we ended up stumbling over ourselves because of it. We have confirmation of "overdose" functionality. Wonderful. "At...

"I will also note," Alexander said, "that I only cast my vote near the end of the day--well, relatively near--because as far as I could tell... nobody else wanted to cast one that I could truly get behind. I had little confidence in what that one was saying." He pointed at Tef. "And the constant...

[[Not possible, we can only take your word for it, per Mafia rules. Hypothetically another doctor probably got the same thing and they'd be able to confirm.]]

Three. Three three three three three. Like all of Alexander's heads had been cut off at once. Sure, one was Mafia, but three. In a single night. How? How? Was the Arsonist not dead?! "If some Vigilante had performed an act, speak now," Alexander spat, making absolutely certain that his voice...

"I see. Well, I don't usually do this because under most circumstances, it's off-putting. But if this is what you want..." Bean's stance changed subtly. His eyes dimmed to something near the middle of their usual brightness. His permanent, friendly grin melted into a straight-faced stare. Tiny...

"Pop isn't 'in' with them, no. But he does talk with them on occasion when it's relevant, which is... well, rare. Usually Overseers try to foster a good, working relationship with a reality's ruler, if there is one present. It's usually a lot easier to diagnose a world if there's someone of...

Bean shook his head. "Diyem has been doing wonderfully. They warned me that he wasn't supposed to be in worlds like these, but after everything I've seen, I've reported nothing but positives! I also told them that he didn't come here by choice. They didn't seem very concerned after that, but...