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"...I'm beginning to live here more than anywhere else." Diyem remained on his back, staring at the ceiling as Owen finally closed out the connection with him after chatting it up for the millionth time. He sighed, reminding himself that perhaps Owen was just trying to make sure he was of sound...

Seems so. "I think everyone else is heading back," Owen said to Nate. The Charizard looked tired but he still had that smile. At this point, Cal looked less energetic. "Was there anything else you wanted to check on here, Nate? I can't really sense anything..."

Radiance is Life and Light put together. Shadows is its own power. But Radiance itself is not its own power. What Eien is capable of is a fourth sort of energy, yes. Eterna energy. Dynamax in other worlds... but by the void, that sounds stupid. Diyem paused in thought, humming, which felt like...

Nnngh... give me a moment. I'll consult Owen. After that--and with Owen looking cheerful as he stared skyward like an idiot, occasionally tilting his head and blinking like he was speaking with him--there was a silence as Diyem did as he said. Meanwhile, Maple helped guide Potluck away, and...

Nnnngh... can I not get one moment of peace? What happened? It seemed that, after a brief exchange, Diyem was in the infirmary again, being looked after by Zinc and a few of the other medics. I need... to get back... to the Tree, Diyem said. I'm fine, but they're insisting I stay...

Squinting, the Hydreigon leaned in. "Of course it's interesting. For the very reasons you just listed. Something unexpected happened. Either the Mafia failed on their very first strike, or they are intentionally withholding an attack to confuse us. It would be expected that we'd be one down."...

Alexander shared his glare. "Then perhaps I shall," he said, like it was a challenge. "I expect all of you to contribute to the errata as well, then. Perhaps others can share this... board, too." He gestured vaguely toward the contraption before drifting away. "I currently have nothing more to...

Alexander was practically drooling. He kept it together. Already they were going against each other, just like he had hoped to see when first learning about this game. This mistrust, this suspicion, this general insinuation that someone could be this Mafia with barely any evidence. It was...

Owen suddenly fell forward. "Dad!" Cal dove under and held him up. "Dad..." "I--I'm fine," Owen said back. "Sorry. I've been all disoriented when he was around. His body just isn't... normal." "It was a projection," Soda grunted. "You were searching empty space. I would know." The Zoroark...

"Eh?" That was about all Bahamut's Ultra Shade was going to get before he transitioned to what the others were saying. "Oh, that thing? No clue. Picked it up for Giovanni and he did something with it, dunno what. I couldn't use it. Maybe some superweapon he never got to use. I've got something...

"Hmmmmm." The Hydreigon of the group drifted left and right. "I don't know if that will be very easy. Unless I am mistaken, it seems that there is sometimes a chance that such a person could be, what is this, town-aligned. Is that possible here? If so, it may not be easy to see them by...

It seemed that Nate was not the only one trying. Owen looked like he was getting a passing headache now and then, his Blacklight powers getting disrupted. Wishkeeper in particular seemed to fizzle and fry out. But for Nate, it seemed that he was not seeing anything. It was like there was...

"I doubt these are true Psychic marks," Alexander said with an idle wave of his right head. "I and some others here would be immune. And, arsonist? By that logic a Fire would also be immune, one way or another. This void must truly struggle to adjust this universalized flavor to our... ilk."

Chip's response came in a timely manner. Perhaps everyone was on high alert due to the initial reports. 'Yes, but it's just Karat fighting at the Colosseum. Giovanni and the creepy one are in the usual place.' Meanwhile, the apparition shot a beam of blue light at the rock that Mellow had...

Alexander blinked several times. "...What?" Another pause. "Mrrrm... One moment. I need to meditate. But beware of this concept of psychic marks. For all we know, this could be anybody's added power in this strange void..." Alexander closed all of his eyes and went into deep thought...

"Yeah. Yeah, that was me." He shrugged. "Didn't expect it to get this bad, but that's how it goes sometimes. I bailed her out because killing her off wasn't part of the plan. She trusted me, after all. Why would I go around and break that trust? The golems were insurance so nobody got in the...

"Hmm, hmm, interesting..." Alexander drifted along, having not slept, and more watched the night snuff out his vision before quickly bringing it to a return. "So nobody has been eliminated yet. Is that to make people think they are successful with their savior powers... or did they truly thwart...

Good work on yet another impressive run! You guys were able to catch onto a LOT of new changes immediately, and I'm genuinely impressed at how well you were able to pull it all off. I suspect that the next round will be even smoother to make up for it. I am hoping that you guys can keep up that...

"Oh? So you think I'm some sleeper cell, and once this is all over, I'll not remember a thing?" The twisted entity waggled what might have been fingers, if it had one. "Here's another hint. The spies Giovanni has? ...I'm the only one who knows it. The others are pawns. That's why it's...

"That's exactly my plan. But it's not really an offer you can refuse. If you can't find any of the spies... I don't think you have a chance. I'm only trying to help. I'm even going to give hints about who I am. That's more than generous, isn't it?" "Get to the point," Cal growled, but Owen...