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"Hard t'say. But if you assumed fer certain that votin' fer someone would imperil their soul, that kid, Oshawott Gen? He never fuckin' voted fer anyone. He oughta have kept his soul." Jesse sneered. "Maybe in yer own world, Abigail. In mine, human souls are like fuckin' beacons."

"Each of us arrived with identical black gift boxes. Openin' 'em afore Christmas makes ya vanish. On three occasions, we've voted as a group fer someone to open their present, believin' em t'be one of the miscreants, and each time they've opened their own present theirselves. On two of these...

Jesse nodded. "Okay. I follow, and I'll take you at yer word. "As you may or may not have picked up by now, folks in our group have been goin' missin', presumed murdered. Those among us who ain't keen on dyin' have been tryin' to catch out the culprits and remove 'em, to preserve as many lives...

Jesse scowled up a storm. "Can one of you two explain to me what you even mean when you say 'soul'? After that 'murder is impossible 'cause it's illegal' fiasco, I have faith in almost fuckin' nothin' I might previously assume about communication here."

"Yeah, partner. You get it now, don'tcha. I've been dealin' with that realisation fer about a fuckin' week now." Jesse clenched his paws into fists. "I don't fuckin' know how you think our worlds work, but where I come from, souls are so poorly understood we ain't even got a means of detectin'...

Jesse clutched at his cheek-fur. "Elbert, how are we doin' on the souls front? Still reckon we might be missin' 'em?"

A desperate reaching out for a person in pain. A savage series of attacks on the abomination leeching off of her. A brilliant explosion of radiance that sent her spinning into unconsciousness, and a softer light as her reviver seed restored her. Astrid, why? Don't do this to me. Please. Brisa...

Jesse's eye twitched. Could nothing be goddamn normal around here. "Sounds about right, pal. Call it water under the bridge. Good luck with yer calculations or whatever it is."

"Well, fuck." Jesse holstered his wand, which was clearly defective as a magical focus, and used his paws as a focus to snuff the excess flames. "Pardon me, partner," he said, voice bitterly tired. "This universe is just sure determined not to treat me right."

Jesse had no idea what Times New Roman was, and didn't bother asking. Instead, he drew what he hoped he would find to be a functioning spellstick wand, with which to summon an orb of flame that would warm the goddamn room up for Zeke and everyone else who stuck around there.

What if Palkia could oblige? Hmm. Jesse had no telepathy here, and his wands had seemed to change into chalk before his eyes on a previous day, but he had some powers here. Perhaps he could use them to warm the cabin while the zangoose sonofabitch worked. Sorry bastard oughtn't to be freezing...

Jesse's face broke out into a startling crossbreed of a devilish grin and manic fury. "Well ain't this just th'most fuckin' marvellous development! Now that you two taint-suckin' piss-stains can get acquainted, I expect you t'get a goddamn move on with fixin' our fuckin' shambles of a...

Jesse chewed his cheek and frowned. "Alright. Alright. Let's do an experiment of our own, shall we? Zeke, what can I ask Elbert that would demonstrate to you that he's another livin' person? And Elbert, if y'ain't already satisfied by yer soul signature fuckery, what would do the reverse fer...

"Findin' stuff's all well'n good, but we're still not free of our predicament and we oughta decide whether we even reckon there're more Naughty motherfuckers to root out. As far as I can tell, it's just Nice and Survivors right now. Anyone think any different?"

Brisa's Turn 6: Shining Whiplash at Darkwhite, Call Darkwhite Shining Whiplash at Darkwhite, Call Darkwhite Shadow Maul at Darkwhite Shadow Maul at Darkwhite Shadow Maul at Darkwhite (via Shadow Persuasion)

Darkwhite (Sword?) was giving up. That's what this was. She didn't see a way to win, so she was gonna force herself to detonate. Only, unlike Astrid (goddamnit, Astrid! You better fucking survive this!!) Sword wouldn't get back up again. Brisa was fucking damned if she'd live to see that. Not...

"Elbert, Zeke, I am presently tryin' to converse with both of you total assholes at once and if I have to do it much longer I will flip my goddamn shit. Can you make my life a modicum less strenuous and at least consent to acknowledging that the other motherfucker actually exists, albeit...

Jesse looked more haggard now than at any time since his arrival. "We don't fuckin' know who the president is, dipshit. We ain't from this universe. But the Committee intern who's been speakin' with us is a fella named Elbert Caine, yeah. I figure this is more time bullshit, given the nature of...

Jesse gave Abigail a boost without hesitation, scowling up a storm at Zeke the whole time. "Yer plan to fuck with time may have fuckin' temporal consequences, right?" he hissed in a voice like a gas flame. "Maybe yer lookin' at 'em."