Search results

"...Hm. It's... very likely that, one way or the other, we could learn of the continued existence of the Arsonist tonight... and no earlier." He looked to the others. "Their deadline is up. I do not think the Arsonist was expecting three kills--let alone two innocents--tonight. That means that...

[[...Getting sniped by this makes my "Chappie reads as innocent to me" claim look amazingly bad. I'd like to request again for a bulleted example of why you think this, because generally your judgements have been strong.]]

"Mmff..." Alexander snorted into the air as he tried to mull things over. "Despite how chaotic things are, it seems like everyone had made an effort to assist the hybrid, and we ended up stumbling over ourselves because of it. We have confirmation of "overdose" functionality. Wonderful. "At...

"I will also note," Alexander said, "that I only cast my vote near the end of the day--well, relatively near--because as far as I could tell... nobody else wanted to cast one that I could truly get behind. I had little confidence in what that one was saying." He pointed at Tef. "And the constant...

[[Not possible, we can only take your word for it, per Mafia rules. Hypothetically another doctor probably got the same thing and they'd be able to confirm.]]

Three. Three three three three three. Like all of Alexander's heads had been cut off at once. Sure, one was Mafia, but three. In a single night. How? How? Was the Arsonist not dead?! "If some Vigilante had performed an act, speak now," Alexander spat, making absolutely certain that his voice...

"I see. Well, I don't usually do this because under most circumstances, it's off-putting. But if this is what you want..." Bean's stance changed subtly. His eyes dimmed to something near the middle of their usual brightness. His permanent, friendly grin melted into a straight-faced stare. Tiny...

"Pop isn't 'in' with them, no. But he does talk with them on occasion when it's relevant, which is... well, rare. Usually Overseers try to foster a good, working relationship with a reality's ruler, if there is one present. It's usually a lot easier to diagnose a world if there's someone of...

Bean shook his head. "Diyem has been doing wonderfully. They warned me that he wasn't supposed to be in worlds like these, but after everything I've seen, I've reported nothing but positives! I also told them that he didn't come here by choice. They didn't seem very concerned after that, but...

"Probably!" Bean replied, nodding. "Overseers tend to be very efficient with how they do things. They must have a heuristic somewhere that says the local Zygarde is a reliable source of information." "And that's... I mean, you think that's okay?" "Of course! I know it might seem shady but I...

It seemed that the bright loudness of Destiny Village had finally settled down. Maple and Joule returned to their homes; Cal was probably still sulking in her home; and, while Joule had arrived, perhaps little had changed. It was good to see Joule in high spirits again, but their usual dangers...

"Hmm, it might have been coincidence, or a bunch of them put together," Bean said. "I recall something about them checking on worlds like this one for one reason or another. And, well, Zygarde, of course. I was very curious about the world beyond this one, even if I wasn't interested in leaving...

Not specifically. I only know that we got in an argument over this in the past... Perhaps this was one of the worlds she had visited in that way. She already visited it to save Dark Matter here... or so I thought. Why would she have gone to Treasure Town? Hmm... It must have been a very mundane...

Just then, Typhlosion reemerged from his ball and stared uncertainly at Mewtwo, and Mewtwo stared back. The fiery companion crawled forward, but Mewtwo didn't move. He sniffed at Mewtwo, then stood up on his hind legs and studied him further. Mewtwo seemed transfixed. Typhlosion spat an Ember...

"I'm not really sure how it works! Must be some kind of astral projection." "I'd be pretty curious myself," Owen admitted. "I think it has something to do with the same way they had that Blissey contact the astral plane," Bean said with an absent thought. "After all, that's not exactly a...

"I think that happens because we fit a similar role, just for one world instead of many," Bean admitted. "It makes sense. Water rescuers are usually Water Pokemon. Why, Owen used to go into forest fires to carry out the injured, unimpeded!" "Yeah, that makes sense," Owen agreed, nodding. "Maybe...

Joule grinned at all of them, brightening further. "Simply that I will be what I always have wanted to be--someone who could save as many as I could! I have the power to do so, after all." "But that does not mean taking no breaks," Maple added. "Joule, perhaps it is time we rested. The rest we...

"Isle of Light?" Mewtwo paused. "Oh, that. Hmm. Yes. I do remember making that with some help of the Unown. Don't think we can just... conjure up a base out of thin air otherwise. A lot of the technology was my idea from what I remembered, of course. But he contributed as well, to an extent. He...

"Yes, that does more or less describe what we do! In simple terms, at least. Though, I'm not in any particularly high ranking." Bean nodded. "I am... more like a local scout. Just for this world, for now. Perhaps when I retire and a new Zygarde takes me place, I will graduate to higher Overseer...

"Normally, it is," Diyem said as Chip tentatively placed Typhlosion in the item slot, closing it so it rolled into the other side. "But that seems... It doesn't add up. That would mean our final spy is Pop himself if we take the immediate answer. I do not think that is possible." Diyem hummed...