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((Gonna get a quick post in before work saying thank y'all for your patience. Everyone's got stuff going on in the background and anything I'm flinging or pressing on I mean as a function of the game, but ultimately I also do want to be respectful of time and situations. Gojira I know I went in...

((*"If I were scum", not "if I were town" on Gojira. Out of all of possible mix-ups I could do, I had to mess up on the most critical keyword. @n@))

((I hate hail marying my uninformed opinion and scattered thoughts, but I've been pressed for more thoughts, so here goes: A lot of people have been getting posts in before I could get this compiled, so hopefully it's not too jumbled! ))

((Yeah that's kind of the issue. Other than The Big Red Button that is the role itself, I don't have any further thoughts that haven't already been echoed.))

Gardevoir felt sick to his stomach. Letting someone innocent die just so they could gather information... could he truly consider himself a good Pokémon in good conscience anymore? Even so, the chatter rattled him out of his thoughts as he took in a deep breath and clutched tightly onto his...

Thanks for the links! I messed up tracking on my end. Retracting all windskull statements for the time being then; that was totally on me.

((Ah, good point. I think I was only tracking posts Night 0 onward and dismissed Day 0 since it wasn't "Game Time" persay. I retract a full confirmation; it's more evidence of experience than of town or non-Town.))

Everyone was trickling in, and the comment by the Phantump had struck a chord with him. He had learned in the past that in stressful situations, calling upon each person individually would help to move things along, but such an approach was unfavorable in this instance. He would need to...

"How rude..." the Professor muttered himself, "...Though I suppose being questioned is grounds enough for such a reaction." He cleared his throat and replied louder, "I apologize for the miscommunication; I am merely attempting to obtain testimony from all attendees here. You simply seemed to...

"By the gods..." the Professor murmured to himself, looking upon the shatter glass and realizing one of the guests was missing, "I... I had expected a banquet, b-but this..." He gulped. It seemed curiosity had killed the Meowth - or, rather, the Bisharp, in this case. He had been shaken, but...

They were gone. Ghaspius breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the confused Fumie, before muttering, "You okay?" They nodded their head, and Ghaspius pulled them back into a hug once more. They were safe. They were safe... The intense fear faded as the potion's emotion amplification effects...

Ghaspius shook his head as he re-oriented himself. He was glad Altair cleared things up, but that was still embarrassing! He gathered up his belongings - looks they drank more potions while I was out - and prepared to take the rest of the day to relax. "...Ah. Well, one more potion can't hurt...

The void around Ghaspius felt warmer, and a sense of fulfillment seemed to wash over him. He wasn't sure how, but he knew he was comforting someone - his new dream had been fulfilled, now, he could rest... ...And then the words echoed around him, the first "something" within the "nothing". He...

Antares was acting weird - really weird! "Hopefully whatever effect is on him wears off soon..." Ghaspius perked his long neck up and looked at Saltriv, smiling, "Oh, if you ever get the chance, you should visit the kingdom sometime! It's got lots of cool shops and even a local bard trying to...

"Oh!" He raised his neck up as brightly smiled, "Well, you're looking lovely as ever in that form, Saltriv! Enjoy the fun of being the best kind of spooky!" He chuckled, then looked down at his feet as he squinted his eyes in careful concentration. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, it's...

"Alright, I'll give that a try," he said, stumbling as he carefully stood up, barely finding balance with a flailing neck. He slid the right side of the feet again, then the left. "I... I did it! Groovy!" His locomotion was comedically slow; he hadn't been lifting his feet at all - just making...

Ghaspius looked upon the half-Garchomp half-serpent in shock. Was this... also because of me...? "Antares, are you--" Before he could finish his question, it felt as if gravity had suddenly magnified. Everything around him suddenly felt more raw, less ephemeral; he could feel the crispness of...

At first, Ghaspius was glad he did not have the drink for the past two rounds; it gave him more time to brew and explain what the potions meant for each individual that consumed it. However... "Depends on your definition of intense!" Ghaspius chuckled as he pulled out an orange vial with...

"W-well, I never encountered a Pokémon without a type before! But, I mean, the potion gives and takes away the typing, so it should still work the same! I'd say your odds are 95%. The other 5% would be that you could start using moves! Like Astonish... Or Spite, I suppose."

"Just gotta focus, just gotta focus..." Ghaspius mumbled to himself, trying his best to brew as many potions as he could as quickly as possible. His stock was running low and the demand just kept getting more intense! He breathed a sigh of relief as he finished his last batch. Alright, let's see...