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"They have some paperwork to finish but they'll be here soon," explained Bean. "I understand that you prefer non-Psychic presences, though. There's nothing wrong with that; it's in fact quite common for that form of therapy to be too invasive for some." He turned and nodded for Brisa to follow...

The receptionist was a kind-eyed Kommo-o whose scales jingled and jangled with her little movements, but they sounded more like wooden wind chimes in a spring breeze. "Oh, you must be... Brisa, of Team Spectrum," she said, nodding. "I've contacted the therapists who have been involved with you...

The southwestern corner of Destiny Village was mostly dedicated to administrative, working, or office jobs, and had a much more sterile, calm feel compared to the Colosseum on the opposite side of the city. The buildings were more uniform and the streets were quieter. But despite this, each one...

It would take a few days. However... A. S'more and Protein were there at a time that corresponded to a few hours after Zeraora had escaped. They had split up to cover more ground. Protein's badge had regular reports back to S'more revealing essentially nothing being found. S'more's badge had...

"She hasn't said a lot. Simple gibberish that comes from someone really out of it. She says Shield a lot, too." Zinc sighed, looking relieved. "I'm happy for them. After all that struggle..." "Tch. We aren't out of it yet. Keep an eye on them and make sure they're safe." Soda tried sitting up...

"I'll be fine," Soda replied with an annoyed grunt, though he complied with whatever demands Mellow made. "All I need is some rest, a cold beer, and a fuckload of fries." "That's not a very healthy recovery diet, Soda," Zinc said gently, passing Mellow a concentrated Sitrus spray. Soda...

"Hmmmm..." Alexander was looking at a screen that seemed to be depicting the events in fast-forward. His scaly brows furrowed. "If there is anything to Jesse's credit, he is able to make sense of chaos. That could be valuable."

"We're going to have to monitor her very closely," Zinc said. "I don't know what she went through, but... I don't know how to describe it. I might call a specialist to check. But... for now, she looks fine and safe. It's a good thing you all brought her here when you did." Sword made little...

"How do you propose we do that?" Alexander said. "The Mafia, I can understand. It should be relatively simple. Someone with information-based powers can read their innocence or guilt. Or see them move toward a player who then dies the round following. There are very clear-cut ways to do that...

"...I'm beginning to live here more than anywhere else." Diyem remained on his back, staring at the ceiling as Owen finally closed out the connection with him after chatting it up for the millionth time. He sighed, reminding himself that perhaps Owen was just trying to make sure he was of sound...

Seems so. "I think everyone else is heading back," Owen said to Nate. The Charizard looked tired but he still had that smile. At this point, Cal looked less energetic. "Was there anything else you wanted to check on here, Nate? I can't really sense anything..."

Radiance is Life and Light put together. Shadows is its own power. But Radiance itself is not its own power. What Eien is capable of is a fourth sort of energy, yes. Eterna energy. Dynamax in other worlds... but by the void, that sounds stupid. Diyem paused in thought, humming, which felt like...

Nnngh... give me a moment. I'll consult Owen. After that--and with Owen looking cheerful as he stared skyward like an idiot, occasionally tilting his head and blinking like he was speaking with him--there was a silence as Diyem did as he said. Meanwhile, Maple helped guide Potluck away, and...

Nnnngh... can I not get one moment of peace? What happened? It seemed that, after a brief exchange, Diyem was in the infirmary again, being looked after by Zinc and a few of the other medics. I need... to get back... to the Tree, Diyem said. I'm fine, but they're insisting I stay...

Squinting, the Hydreigon leaned in. "Of course it's interesting. For the very reasons you just listed. Something unexpected happened. Either the Mafia failed on their very first strike, or they are intentionally withholding an attack to confuse us. It would be expected that we'd be one down."...

Alexander shared his glare. "Then perhaps I shall," he said, like it was a challenge. "I expect all of you to contribute to the errata as well, then. Perhaps others can share this... board, too." He gestured vaguely toward the contraption before drifting away. "I currently have nothing more to...

Alexander was practically drooling. He kept it together. Already they were going against each other, just like he had hoped to see when first learning about this game. This mistrust, this suspicion, this general insinuation that someone could be this Mafia with barely any evidence. It was...

Owen suddenly fell forward. "Dad!" Cal dove under and held him up. "Dad..." "I--I'm fine," Owen said back. "Sorry. I've been all disoriented when he was around. His body just isn't... normal." "It was a projection," Soda grunted. "You were searching empty space. I would know." The Zoroark...

"Eh?" That was about all Bahamut's Ultra Shade was going to get before he transitioned to what the others were saying. "Oh, that thing? No clue. Picked it up for Giovanni and he did something with it, dunno what. I couldn't use it. Maybe some superweapon he never got to use. I've got something...

"Hmmmmm." The Hydreigon of the group drifted left and right. "I don't know if that will be very easy. Unless I am mistaken, it seems that there is sometimes a chance that such a person could be, what is this, town-aligned. Is that possible here? If so, it may not be easy to see them by...