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Hey, here's a mini-blitz review for Chapter 17! First off, I'm so proud of you for breaking that update drought. Phew! And what a dramatic chapter to do it with! We've got our most serious brawl in some time, a breakthrough with Maku's purification, and what feels like a milestone in Wes and...

Always a pleasure! Okay, let me be the first to leave a posted review on Chapter 54~ The thing that had me the most excited (and anxious) after this one was the indication that the League's framing of the conflict is one in which Team Rocket are not clearly the 'bad guys' and our protagonists...

Whiskey's mouth pulled to one side and he rocked his head a little in a noncommital gesture. "Genetically modified, yes. Born, no." He motioned with one hand towards Stygian. "I was once an absol only. Now I am both absol, and human. By choice." Whiskey nodded approvingly. There was little...

[[OOC: the folks roleplaying a drama between powerful interdimensional travellers with elaborate backstories are welcome to continue, but I'd like to remind everyone that this is meant to be a casual Truth or Dare session, and note that no spirits drawn here have any particular power. The...

He nodded, wondering once again if this was Mew's misbegotten doing, or if there were stranger works of genetic science than he yet knew of in the waking world. "I am. And I take it that you are, too... Young miss, what may I call you? And might I ask how you came to be a hybrid, at that?"...

For some reason, every time that particular role was mentioned, Whiskey flinched, as if reminded of some dreadful memory of an experience he'd never had. "Stygian," he acknowledged. "May fortune spare us both."

Whiskey's face contorted into a crooked smile. "This one is entirely correct. There may indeed have been a single elimination action performed against a Lover, a Bodyguard absolutely could have taken an elimination meant for someone else, and these two possibilities are mutually exclusive. I...

Whiskey cleared his throat. "Ahem. I'll say again:" Whisky raised an eyebrow. "My assumpton would be that any Strongman role would modify the nightly Mafia elimination, not provide an additional, second action available from the first night." He chuckled, a little nastily. "Even if that...

Whiskey frowned, more out of puzzlement than frustration. "Two town players were eliminated immediately," he observed, muttering to himself. "Judging by the list of included roles..." "It's reasonable to assume that one elimination was by the Mafia team, and the other was by a Serial Killer...

Lurosa laughed freely; this one was too easy to wind up. "Definitely the sick kicks," she replied, deadpan. "I'm a scientist of sorts, and I sent myself here intentionally, hoping to prove that I could contact spirits from other worlds. Of course, now that I'm here, I cannot help but be...

Lurosa returned the kiss with controlled enthusiasm, and allowed herself a small purr, one which this adorable luxray lady would surely feel. Her twin-tails shivered with excitement – this wasn't quite a surprise, but she hadn't anticipated the degree to which the other cat would just go for it...

[[List of players and their characters]]

Whiskey strode through the mists with a growl rising deep in his throat. This was some bullshit lucid dream. One he appeared to have no control over. One which connected to nothing from his waking life. One which he was finding increasingly hard to refute the reality of without dipping into some...

Lurosa laughed lightly, her tails swishing from side to side. "Why be embarrassed? Am I embarrassing to kiss?" She shook her head and gave Roya a knowing smile. "Dear luxray, do you think that counted? Was it your best effort, in all honesty?"

Lurosa beamed at the luxray with the drawling voice. Why, that gave her a little deja vu! "Life's distraction is love, dear luxray," she answered with a trill. "Of a kind. The song is about the seeking of love, and how each of us pursues something different, by different means." Her voice rose...

Lurosa gently sipped her tea. While everyone else had asked questions, introduced themselves, performed dares and confessed truths, she had quietly observed them, occasionally carrying on a discourse with Alioth, the odd typhlosion shaman who'd been her first encounter. She had answered a truth...

Prim slapped the heat-shimmer of the Pillar, and it shifted once again. The desert's purple shadows gave way to dappled light beneath deciduous trees, and a gentle breeze orbited the Pillar to move them. A plaza of carved stone carpeted with moss and lichen lay beneath the Whispering Pillar's...

I'd like to request a bingo card! I'd like the theme to be "Journey Trials" – the mundane, commonplace hurdles faced by a trainer on their first adventure.

Name: Whiskey Species: Absol-human hybrid (aka pokémorph) Personality: Stern, demanding, pessimistic, and abrasive. Always tired, rarely impressed. Not particularly competitive, and deeply sceptical about all this, but incapable of not correcting people about their halfwit notions...

The Whispering Pillar shifted and swirled... and changed. The surroundings of the Spirit Nexus changed with it, blurring before the eyes as if watching night turn to dawn, then day, in mere seconds. The paths that made up the crossroads remained, though it was becoming hard to distinguish them...