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Diyem hummed. "This is ridiculous," he said. "Why are we entertaining the idea that some power of the heart is going to transcend Psychic-based amnesia? You're being sentimental. ...Fine. If only so we leave no stone unturned, let's arrange for the Typhlosion to come. Apparently he'd been with...

"That would, ultimately, be the gambit of falsely claiming bulletproof on the first day," Alexander pointed out. "The likelihood of there being no bulletproof individual at all, as opposed to the Mafia targeting the Bulletproof player." Alexander huffed. "Both are extremely slim. For the Mafia...

Lunala squinted. "Nidoking? A fine Pokemon, I suppose. Powerful, reliable, flexible. Flareon..." He huffed. There was an air of unpleasantness, but it wasn't very strong. More like an annoyance. Conflict of some kind. Even some... pride? "Nothing immediately comes to mind," Lunala said. "Hmm."...

Alexander's left eyes all twitched as his gazes locked onto the shaking creature. "What."

Alexander's brow quirked at this idea. "The Mafia intentionally withholding a kill, just to arrange some kind of double-kill the next night? Why not double-kill the first night? Why such a ploy? ...And why would someone make the claim for bulletproof, blindly, on the first day? That is a very...

"I do. A tumble, a serious fall, or something like that. I thought it was the aftermath of the explosion... but it simply couldn't have been that." "I don't... know," Sword said. "...I... remember... Shield hugging me. Before the explosion. And then I woke up, and... I was already Darkwhite. I...

Mewtwo was smirking as usual, and it did look like Giovanni's smirk at the surface. He was composed and calm and collected outwardly, and the only real annoyance he displayed, or perhaps chose to display, was the flicking of his tail now and then. "What exactly do you plan to do about this...

[[I'm not 100% sure here. We might require a gameplay confirmation. But according to the wiki, arsonist kills actually have specific flavor to indicate that it was an arsonist kill. I hadn't considered that until just now, but...]]

[[In this reality, it is only as strong as my reading comprehension~]] -- Alexander's face was grave and conflicted. On one hand, the fear of everyone else was feeding into his natural desires for darkness. On the other... Perhaps he should not have taunted this Mafia. "Two... two kills. Both...

"So you feared your own power against a world that was not ready for it," Fugu stated. "Similar to areas beyond Destiny Village. Like Surf and Turf against the average civilian... But it seems they did not trust you the same way." Fugu slammed her scalchop against the barrier once, but then...

Sword seemed uncomfortable at that, but she nodded anyway. "Everything," she said softly. She took her first bite of her sandwich. Despite not having an appetite, Zinc had encouraged her to try eating anyway, and it seemed that her body was starting to warm up to the idea. Shield gently rubbed...

"I've... been better." Without all the distortion in the way, Sword's voice was soft and small to match her body. A little pink Mew, no strange purple fur or dark eyes or spaded tail, just a Mew that was curled up against Shield in the same bed. Gone were the vital indicators, since Zinc had...

"You mentioned you used to spar in your home world," Fugu said, entering a stiff pose before rushing with a flurry of strikes. She was accurate, but her dull blades made it seem like she was holding back. At the same time, though, her defensive stance made it just as hard to get proper hits...

"You think I didn't already check on stuff like that?" Soda said, not looking toward Dave. "It's pretty easy to audit my locations, you know, being the scout-who-can't-fly and all. I didn't do anything abnormal. If I did any sabotaging, I'd've known by now. Besides, isn't S'more and Silver your...

Soda didn't appreciate the insinuation. He looked away again and tapped his claws. "No clue," he mumbled. "Maybe someone figured out how to replicate something like it. Who knows." He settled into his bed. "...I'm gonna get some sleep. Sick of speculating on stuff that just points at me."

Fugu ran her scalchop against the rocky ground, making a ringing, scraping noise that displayed she meant business. Then, she rushed her. "Now!" she called. "What is it about battle, Brisa, that you look forward to?" Fugu opened.

Fugu smirked a little, then stepped beside her desk and gave it a firm kick. As it turned out, the desk was in wheels attached to a rail embedded in the ground, flush with the surface. It rolled into the wall and disappeared in an opening that had appeared and then disappeared. Perhaps by one...

Fugu nodded, letting Brisa calm down in some silence. Then, she said, "It seems that there's some conflict and frustration in how you're trying to look at your past. Perhaps we can work some of that out in my typical method of therapy."

"Tch. And how exactly is a whole-ass Arceus gonna hide himself around everyone and their divine mother?" Soda paused, but then hummed. "I guess if they had Blacklight they could hide..."

Fugu seemed to be seeing more than what her eyes were showing her. "You liked to spar," Fugu said to herself, but by the time Brisa finished, she had something else to ask. "Did Sombra want to say anything?"