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Palkia's eyes lit up. "Ah yes, the secret bingo number. Mine didn't do me much good. You all already know I've eaten my hen. And as for my gift..." The spatial dragon paused, looking contemplative. "I was so certain I'd used it... but perhaps it was only a dream."

Palkia put a claw to its chest with a look of mock heartbreak. "That you even had to check--I'm wounded!" It pivoted in midair and levelled a grin at him. "You know I'm rather surprised you came across two of those things. I thought for sure, after how powerful the hens were, that the doves...

In terms of narrative, I love crisis evolutions, but I'm a total sucker for subverting the usual "save the day" flavor for presenting a situation where it looks like the evolution is going to save the day, but then doesn't. Bonus points for it somehow managing to make everything worse. :copyka...

Reviewed Chapter 44 of Salvage ......it's there, I promise. ;-; Should be 2 points

Palkia clapped its hands together, causing some residual snowflakes to fall from its scales. "Let's take a step back for the sake our sanity, hm? I'll offer my thoughts on everyone, and maybe that will help: Players Palkia Will Not Vote For: Jesse - Well if him handing over his vote to me...

Palkia's head appeared through a portal--apparently it was still skiing. "I think we're all forgetting--Abigail can only see the gifts we're due to receive from Santa. Not the gifts we received from our secret gift exchange--the ones with all these wondrous powers. Lee was gifted a door from...

"Haven't yet got any actual theories," Palkia lied. "But I'll be happy to share my thoughts after a bit of skiing!" And with that, Palkia took a step and vanished off to somewhere else on the mountain.

Palkia surveyed the board for several minutes, humming to itself. Yes, yes, this did all track, didn't it? Well, except for... "I don't think it's Nilam."

Palkia surveyed the party sadly. There was a Beldum-shaped hole in its heart, one that could not be filled by shoveling down food. Who would fill the quota for senseless destruction now? "Well, I didn't vote for her," it said under her breath. The spatial lord was also pretty sure that it...

Palkia held up a Wiimote. "WiiDate of course~"

"Hmmmm..... perhaps. But we did select the four, no? Or rather, the four prophets did. It's not as though the four were plucked from the void."

"Ah, hm... perhaps I may have been too hasty," Palkia mused "Omamori are for protection, but the names of the abilities... all having to do with the phases of the moon. Manipulation of day and night. The Solar Eclipse... I can't help wondering if that's what cut yesterday short."

Palkia sighed dramatically. "If you all insist. Don't blame me if it backfires~" The dragon paused until everyone was looking at it, then went on: "Omamori are protective amulets. I believe our dear Nilam has a protection ability."

"We already know what Noci's gift does. I still think it'd be just as useful to either side. Funny how that works." Palkia had returned from... somewhere. "But that's besides the point. I believe I know what Nilam's gift does. I won't spoil the surprise," it added with a wink. "But I can say...

"Ah, wait, silly me, it was Abigail. And as for the Rotom..." Palkia paused, as though it had suddenly realized something. "I believe I need to check the Wikipedia, back in a bit~"

"Hmm... perhaps," Palkia said, contemplative. "But wasn't there one among us who formerly had the murder weapon in their possession? Can't say I recall who~"

Palkia drifted back and forth. "You, know, it's interesting... seeing as our two dear automotons are bound to vote for each other, and Mr. Delphox is passed out asleep, and the four prophets relinquished their votes... this vote really comes down to the whims of Darkwhite and Abigail." Its grin...

Palkia dropped its cookie. "Well I was going to vote for that rapscallion Palkia, but I can't not vote for Santa."

"Hm?" Palkia checked the transcripts, which was apparently a thing it could do. "Oh! You're referring to this, no?" "Well yes, of course this is referring to the black presents. Squirt, Mewtwo, Mia... they all opened their presents, and they've all vanished. 'Don't open until Christmas,'...

"The black presents are over there, safe and sound! To be honest, I'm not sure what presents even are in this sack." Palkia fished around in the bag and pulled out... another copy of Monopoly. "...huh."