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A few more days passed quietly. Spy hunting continued, as did the recoveries of the various Pokemon that had come from the Worldcore. And, thankfully, the recoveries came along smoothly. Joule had recovered enough that he no longer needed Groudon, and instead elected to finish his recovery at...

"I think I do." Mewtwo nodded. "I woke up on Cibus with nothing but myself, Mewtwo, Silver, and Red. I quickly realized that Red, Silver, and Mewtwo were under my control, perhaps because I was the first to seize control of this Blacklight power. I met the spy later... who said that he was...

"Well, unfortunately, my answer is not going to be as simple as, 'it's this person.' That would make things too easy, wouldn't it?" "If you stall any longer I will kill you myself." Mewtwo held up his arms in a mock-disarming gesture. "Even to me, he was "invisible," or he took on a different...

"Mmmrm. The voices are correct. Time is short. At this point, we will need to come to a decision on who to vote for, if anyone. Considering we lost two of us today... I do not think it is wise to skip voting once again, regardless of the circumstances of their loss." Alexander sighed and looked...

"You've been raised to be careful of everything," Fugu said. "Perhaps you haven't learned how to truly relax. I wonder if there is a way to learn that after all..." She let the silence fill the air. Then, leaning forward as it seemed that the last of the charge of the fighting atmosphere had...

"R-right! Help! I'll get help!" Chip said, quickly flying out of the room. After some struggling, Lunala finally relaxed enough and, after some securing precautions, was able to be let go. He drifted back and tried to un-crumple his wings. Mewtwo, meanwhile, scowled and crossed his arms...

He seems to be at his home for now.

...Well that's suspicious as hell, Cal remarked. What was he doing?! Hang on, Owen interjected. Is there a way we can see what Truffle's doing right now, maybe...?

Potluck went right past Raven's squeezed form without being any the wiser. Truffle flew off; it seemed he was heading for his home in Parfait Way...

"Sorry. I have to," Potluck nudged it forward again. "You're going to upset Joule and Maple, among others, Potluck. I don't..." "You owe me," Potluck said. Truffle flinched. "...Very well... but..." He sighed. "Please be careful about this." He pulled the bag close and put it over his...

He ended up waiting for a little while longer before a movement in the corner of the alley caught his attention. "I've got everything," Potluck said, setting the bag down. "This really isn't necessary," replied another, grave voice--Truffle. He emerged from the shadows and took the bag under...

"Urgh--you pests--" Lunala tried to break free, but his unfamiliarity with his body was his ultimate downfall. It seemed that Lunala was a lot weaker than his Legendary status had given him credit for. "Let go! I know where this is going. You intend to imprison me for something I've never even...

Potluck continued through the town, performing what seemed to be errands. After a while, however, he started to make odd turns before making a complete detour away from his destination home. It was then that his movements... started to get more suspicious. After so long of trailing, this might...

By a stroke of luck, it seemed that one person to be spied on had already been nearby. Potluck was walking down the streets, looking carefree like he usually did. Based on past sightings, he had been under his mask for a while, but must have been released from it some time ago.

The twisting waters were weak, but they were enough to get Lunala trapped and slightly disoriented. He shouted in frustration and broke through, but that was when he was met with a massive fist of earth that had pushed out of the ground. Open-palmed, it smashed into Lunala and slammed him into...

Alexander frowned, smaller heads crossed over his chest as he thought. "...Hmm. That is odd. I don't really know what that could mean in this context, though."

By the void, I wish I had my Shadow powers right about now. Alexander's temples throbbed with irritation. This abomination's inability to cooperate is a liability. How long did it take to get that information? He continued to mutter to himself, drifting around the plane.

"...What?" Alexander squinted. "What was that? Can you speak to the fallen? ...On the same night they had been claimed? I do not understand." [[Legit confused. No clue what's being said here. Medium? Custom ability? Is it information or... Like I don't get it.]] "Did you therefore get...

"We're starting to run out of possible option of who this mastermind is. A mastermind above even Giovanni?" Diyem scowled, though he still looked like he was mulling over the possibilities. "Who would be in control...?" And with that, Lunala made a sudden move to run, soaring through the room...

"Just answer," Alexander snarled. "We don't even know if what you did is speculation, deduction, or a true read. This will be very important for how reliable it can be! And the fact that you didn't use this very valuable ability on the zeroth night... Why?" His voice was rising. "Your...