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"Hmph." Alexander wasn't very amused by this approach of the odd, winged Grovyle. "I don't make guesses. I don't make moves unless I am certain they will be correct. As such, I'm not going to entertain your game of guess-the-power." [[I personally think it might also be bulletproof? But be...

[[Alexander basically thought you had some key info on who it was or otherwise because you knew why/how they failed, as opposed to them just being able to get a kill in. Flavor wise, Alexander feeds off of misery per his origins, so he is only imagining the frustrations of the mafia failing to...

[[Hi, this is a massively delayed post from back when Tief had first said she has a claim that something happened.]] And suddenly, things got even more interesting. In response to the claim of knowledge of what the Mafia did, Alexander's guesses now felt just a little more validated. Yes, the...

"Hmmmm..." Alexander was looking at a screen that seemed to be depicting the events in fast-forward. His scaly brows furrowed. "If there is anything to Jesse's credit, he is able to make sense of chaos. That could be valuable."

"How do you propose we do that?" Alexander said. "The Mafia, I can understand. It should be relatively simple. Someone with information-based powers can read their innocence or guilt. Or see them move toward a player who then dies the round following. There are very clear-cut ways to do that...

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...

"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...

"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."

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...

"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...

Alexander shrugged. "I've slowly been getting the feeling of how this world will operate mentally," he said. "It's far from normal. But I also know that we have little to do but play along."

"I have no idea who anybody here is, and frankly I do not care," Alexander replied with a calm nod.

Alexander found it cute, even as the electricity danced across his scales and over his wings. The tendrils that made up his flight had faltered only briefly, and then he drifted away. "Good luck keeping your composure in this game, little one." He drifted back to the Delphox, shaking his head...

"Oh?" Alexander's grin broadened. He had no idea who this Pokemon was. "And just who do you think I am, little one?" He loomed even more over her, making sure whatever he had for a shadow in this dim world would eclipse her form.

He certainly noticed. His main head turned and started to watch Spark unblinkingly, neutrally, and he drifted, inch by inch, toward her. "Yes?" he asked in a low, growling voice meant to intimidate. "And what are you doing, hmm?"

Alexander's eyes glimmered with amusement. "Oh, how similar you two are," he cooed, drifting around them wistfully. "I suppose it isn't my business what relationship you two once had... But I do think, if we wind up being allies, we'll have to work together, won't we?"

Those two were going to be a problem. He drifted toward the human and the Delphox, who carried himself like what he believed were how humans carried themselves, and all three of his heads frowned. "Animosity before you even know whether you'll be enemies? Perhaps you intend to lose together."...

The Hydreigon watched skeptically. The details of this realm was starting to slowly leak into his mind, and he readily accepted them as helpful knowledge. Yet he did not know his role to play in this strange world. Not that it would matter. "Don't get too friendly with one another and let it...