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"She's right," Dave said, still leaning back against the stage, arms folded. "We want to eliminate somebody today. Abstaining just means the mafia gets to make the next kill, and then it'll definitely be a townie. Makes sense sometimes when most everyone's got useful powers, but not here. All we...

Dave blinked. A Brisa who hadn't been to Cibus? Hadn't been there yet? But then why was she with Starr? A Starr who... seemed to only remember him from that first mafia game? ...That or a Brisa with amnesia. A Brisa who just didn't remember any of it had happened. Like he hadn't in the interim...

The first look on her face was a weird mixture of confusion and anxiety, and for a moment it shook him somehow, before he realized. Oh. She wouldn't know his actual human self, would she? Or... technically she had seen him that one time, but briefly, a younger version, probably she barely even...

This again. Of course. Dave sighed, sitting against the edge of the stage, dozing off with the orb in his hand. He awoke with a start to the Porygon announcing everyone had their roles; in some detached way he already knew his. Great. Okay, they could get started already and then-- He blinked...

May had hurried to the lounge as soon as she got the text. She knew it, she knew it, and even then she couldn't feel satisfied because it just meant there was no sure way to get home. When she stepped in they were talking about how they'd left the Prison Bottle behind, and she wanted to scream...

Name: David (Dave) Ambrose Pronouns: he/him Age: 40 Species: Human Personality: Has for his entire adult life covered up his many issues and insecurities with anger, sarcasm and general jerkassitude. He is very smart and also kind of an idiot and generally terrible and often pretty...

a) All of them! b) Should be fine any week c) Sure

A chill went through Spirit as she examined the painting. It was... frightening, to think of someone who hated the legendary Pokémon that much. Was it Orzo himself? Or some other sinister presence that had snuck in to deface it? Her ears perked at the sounds from outside. Orzo insisted he was...

"Wait," Spirit thought, hoping it could reach Hazel. "I will be fine. I only need to see--" A terrible chill went through Spirit as Orzo froze, like he'd noticed something. And then, a strange dampening cool, emanating from the gem Marshadow had added to her necklace, enveloping her, another...

Spirit froze where she was. Should she return, let the others know? Or, if she did, would she miss something important? She crouched low instinctively, backing away into the wall where she could still watch what was happening, ready to bolt off through it if she had to.

Spirit's immaterial ears perked. A change in the storage room. Did it mean anything? Surely Xavian could have just moved the box looking for the book he was reading, or the like. But it was something. For good measure, she crept down the other hallway as well to inspect the bedrooms.

Spirit looked around. Everything appeared peaceful, Clink sleeping, Xavian reading about myth. Two hallways led the way to other rooms. She couldn't sense Orzo here at all. Wasn't that strange? If he was missing, shouldn't Clink and Xavian be concerned about him? She padded her way carefully...

May was downstairs, picking restlessly at her fingernails. Spirit stood by her side, tails still wrapped partway around her as if to make sure she was still there, until she looked up. "That it?" she asked quietly. Spirit nodded, bumped her head against her hand, looked around to make sure no...

What the hell did she mean, I'm sorry that happened to you and your mon? As if it was a thing that had happened to them? She'd probably seen something garbled, more blurry silhouettes. Assumed it was something other than what it was, because why the hell would May be here otherwise? The knot in...

Something reached inside of her, cold and then hot. And then, a strange, abrupt stop, everything suspended. She was kneeling when she became aware of herself, sweaty hands clutching Spirit's mane. The Ninetales was curled protectively around her, enveloping her with her tails, pressing her...

This was stupid, so stupid. May wished she hadn't agreed to follow Odette in here. The cold was biting, clawing at her back. "And what, you think my strength's going to power you up so you can help us?" How did that even work? Humans just didn't have Pokémon energy, not unless they were...

The room was freezing. May wrapped her arms around herself. "What, copy my moves and strength? How's that going to help? A legendary with the moves and strength of a twelve-year-old sounds pretty pathetic if you ask me." "I will let you copy my aura," Spirit said, pressing herself close to...

The shadows were deepening, the presence closing in. May clenched her fists, wishing the thing would just get it over with and say what it meant. Again she glanced at Odette. "Are you Marshadow?" Spirit bowed toward the darkness. "Please, tell us what we must do."

“Please, forgive my trainer,” Spirit said urgently, lowering her head in deference. Her ears were laid flat still, her body trembling. “She was only surprised.” Surprised. May felt nauseous, wanted to get out of here. Odette was stammering awkwardly, her creepy Pokémon chattering away...

This whole place gave her the creeps - shadows that were deeper than they should be, the persistent creeping coldness clutching at her. May stayed close to Spirit, looking around. Technically Hoopa was a Ghost-type. Maybe it wasn't what Odette had been looking for, but... May froze, an icy...