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Potluck is generally evasive and remarks that it is heavy and small, that he hasn't worn it often, and that he thinks it was very recently thanks to that time seeing the spy. While he doesn't like the mask, he does acknowledge its necessity.

"I... don't really know. Sorry." Sword shook her head and tried to rest again. "I don't really know anything about what's going on in the Tree... or what Giovanni had to do with this one, either, if he did. It's all so strange. I didn't even know what an Eterna...whatever was until a few weeks...

"...Hm." Alexander glanced around. "It occurred to me that this deadline of 4 deaths--which the arsonist would surely attempt to ignite at that time--would not have even been known had the very first act of the first day not been... revealing said deadline. The arsonist could have gone on and...

"And that," Fugu said, parrying the final strike with a forceful push. "And that is the shadow of your Shadow. The legacy you did not ask for, but instead fell into! You are seeking a place to go... but have you found it? Or are you afraid and unsure?" "Sometimes, when you are in such a...

"And yet," Fugu said, hissing as some of Brisa's onslaught of attacks started to wear on her hide. Her body was solid and muscular and unwavering, but even the greatest of mountains could be eroded by a persistent enough storm, "you are left with so much pain because you are trapped in this...

"Innocents who claim what you do isn't enough!" Fugu countered, reeling back to grab her scalchop before bursting back for another ramming strike. "Heroes who blindly strain their spirits because they fall for a great pitfall--placing their value so heavily in how others think!" "If you have...

Fugu staggered back when Brisa disarmed her with her pushing back. Her scalchop went flying off to the side of the room; she glanced at it briefly, but then refocused her efforts on Brisa. "What has you trapped?" Fugu questioned as balls of water formed on her hind legs. She propelled forward...

"And so you keep fighting, aiming for that perfection and that recognition from a world that expects endlessly more?" Fugu asked. "That seems to be the situation you have been placed in. How do you see yourself?" Fugu pressed her dull blade against Brisa's shoulder, locking them both in place...

"I'm not sure," Diyem said. "Maybe some further checks with this new knowledge could help, but this raises a big question of why it was done in the first place. Unless..." Diyem hummed. "Unless Giovanni was counting on being captured... but having his true self be free with us. Could he have...

"I don't think we met before..." Sword curled up a little, trying to think, but was turning up nothing. "...I was just messing with Giovanni because it seemed fun. And this tiny part of me was telling me that I should have... Maybe because I knew that he was the same Nidoking from before..."...

"I... don't know who he is. But I know that he was the one who rescued me from..." "Giovanni," Shield said. Sword nodded. "The scary Mewtwo. Both of them. Um... But..." She sighed. "I don't... I don't know. I don't even know if it was male. But I felt... safe. I felt safe. And he kept saying...

Diyem hummed. "This is ridiculous," he said. "Why are we entertaining the idea that some power of the heart is going to transcend Psychic-based amnesia? You're being sentimental. ...Fine. If only so we leave no stone unturned, let's arrange for the Typhlosion to come. Apparently he'd been with...

"That would, ultimately, be the gambit of falsely claiming bulletproof on the first day," Alexander pointed out. "The likelihood of there being no bulletproof individual at all, as opposed to the Mafia targeting the Bulletproof player." Alexander huffed. "Both are extremely slim. For the Mafia...

Lunala squinted. "Nidoking? A fine Pokemon, I suppose. Powerful, reliable, flexible. Flareon..." He huffed. There was an air of unpleasantness, but it wasn't very strong. More like an annoyance. Conflict of some kind. Even some... pride? "Nothing immediately comes to mind," Lunala said. "Hmm."...

Alexander's left eyes all twitched as his gazes locked onto the shaking creature. "What."

Alexander's brow quirked at this idea. "The Mafia intentionally withholding a kill, just to arrange some kind of double-kill the next night? Why not double-kill the first night? Why such a ploy? ...And why would someone make the claim for bulletproof, blindly, on the first day? That is a very...

"I do. A tumble, a serious fall, or something like that. I thought it was the aftermath of the explosion... but it simply couldn't have been that." "I don't... know," Sword said. "...I... remember... Shield hugging me. Before the explosion. And then I woke up, and... I was already Darkwhite. I...

Mewtwo was smirking as usual, and it did look like Giovanni's smirk at the surface. He was composed and calm and collected outwardly, and the only real annoyance he displayed, or perhaps chose to display, was the flicking of his tail now and then. "What exactly do you plan to do about this...

[[I'm not 100% sure here. We might require a gameplay confirmation. But according to the wiki, arsonist kills actually have specific flavor to indicate that it was an arsonist kill. I hadn't considered that until just now, but...]]

[[In this reality, it is only as strong as my reading comprehension~]] -- Alexander's face was grave and conflicted. On one hand, the fear of everyone else was feeding into his natural desires for darkness. On the other... Perhaps he should not have taunted this Mafia. "Two... two kills. Both...