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"They don't want to take any chances. I thought I was alone for a whioe, but then I started gaining some kind of... psychic sense. There's usually someone keeping an eye on me. Usually Bean. I'm not even allowed to see my team without surveillance, not that it matters." He looked off, wings...

Silver looked at Nate like he was a slack-jawed idiot. "This sleep in the forest is one of the first times nobody's been watching me." His simulated eyelids lowered. "Or so I thought."

"...Hmph." He slowly sat up, looking a little goofy with the way his body worked. Couldn't be assed to levitate. Wasn't in the mood to do anything else. "I'm starting with the basics. Wormholes... Not so much. Not yet. What else do you want?" Cold as ever. At least it matched, compared to what...

Silver was completely quiet this time. Didn't look like there would be much to glean. Eventually, he stirred, for one reason or another, and one of his bright, red eyes flitted open. "...Shoo."

Not too far ahead, next to a campfire that had gone out long ago, was a crumpled-up crescent moon of a Pokemon that had fallen onto a pile of snow, still asleep. It looked like he had been trying to hang on one of the branches, perhaps out of some odd instinct? Yet he had failed to stay put, or...

[[I have a bad habit of ambiguous references in my clauses, so that might be at play here. No, to be clear, it was a reference to the Mafia's possible frustrations, not Tef's fears. I don't think Tef understands fear, so that irritates Alexander greatly.]] "Pathetic." Alexander scoffed...

"Running through the chambers getting beat the fuck up by Darkwhite ghosts," Soda replied, turning a little so he could try to face Dave. "What about it?"

Alexander... did not seem very amused by this logic. In fact, he was disappointed that such a gambit had been made so soon. "It's not exactly the greatest mystery in the world." "This here... was essentially what I had been trying to reason out, for your little game. This really was all that...

Zinc nodded. "Well, from what I've heard, I think you did really well," she said, smiling. "Why don't we go and get the next bundle of supplies ready?"

...How exactly do you intend to do that with the candidates, literally God and Maple?

"Hmph." Alexander wasn't very amused by this approach of the odd, winged Grovyle. "I don't make guesses. I don't make moves unless I am certain they will be correct. As such, I'm not going to entertain your game of guess-the-power." [[I personally think it might also be bulletproof? But be...

"It's okay," Zinc said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Have you been doing okay? That must have been your first time really taking on the foe directly. You're usually trying to help with recovery, aren't you?"

[[Alexander basically thought you had some key info on who it was or otherwise because you knew why/how they failed, as opposed to them just being able to get a kill in. Flavor wise, Alexander feeds off of misery per his origins, so he is only imagining the frustrations of the mafia failing to...

There is little extra to glean beyond what had been discovered already. The number of pure-energy attacks is very small, and that narrows their options down to the point where nobody seemed to be a perfect fit.

Diyem stared at the cupcake with mild annoyance, but there was a small glimmer in his eyes that made the edge of his mouth leak Shadows. "Hmph." He took it, staring at it for a while like a grump, before setting it aside until nobody was looking. "O-oh, thank you," Shield said, taking his...

Hmm... Possibly. I do not know if it could be a Judgement attack. But if it is, that spells disaster for us. Perhaps if we saw it more closely, I could tell you... Next time we see it might be too late.

[[Hi, this is a massively delayed post from back when Tief had first said she has a claim that something happened.]] And suddenly, things got even more interesting. In response to the claim of knowledge of what the Mafia did, Alexander's guesses now felt just a little more validated. Yes, the...

Oh, I know someone who can check for Hidden Power! Mine is Grass, Owen replied cheerfully. But you're right. It usually isn't something you can change at all. It's... innate to your aura, you know? Or something like that... I doubt what was being used against us is Hidden Power, Diyem said.

"I see, I see..." The Zygarde nodded, humming. "Well. I don't have the details for most of them, but I can give you what I know as the basics. First of all, Shield... is not someone that we have seen much of. His memories have things from far before Telum, a world of humans and Pokemon and...

"Hmm... I'll answer with what I can while waiting for the others." Bean nodded to himself, then sat down on his usual spot, in a beanbag across a short desk with what looked like a few pictures that were facing Bean, not Brisa. "Who were the ones you wanted to know about?"