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Brisa's entire body shook with fury and fear as Darkwhite's illness became a waking nightmare under the cruel gaze of that motherfucker. A hundred useless thoughts flashed through her head—this is your fault for being in Spirit's Edge instead of helping in the Isle of Light—and she discarded...

Jesse rubbed his nose. It was fucking cold outside. "I'm wonderin' if we can work out who has the other cane, at all. They could already be dead, of course. I ain't got it, I got an insubstantial gift, somethin' in my head and not my hands."

Jesse jolted up out of his reverie. "SHIT! Fuck, sorry. Ah, I just got an answer back from... 'my room'. Is that really what we're goin' with? Whatever. Anyway, it's a fuckin' candy cane. They're both goddamn fuckin' candy canes. Palkia ain't lyin'. They're with us."

Jesse stared at nothing, just past Lee's shoulder. "Once got stuck in a fuckin' endurance dungeon, got knocked out over twenty times in a few hours. Had to go through a fuckin' hallucination gauntlet that showed me nightmare visions based on the darkest shit in my head at the time. But the...

Flygon-centric fic. Obviously this makes it the best. Just kidding, but I do love the concept, as someone fond of flygon and also on the 'why no mega' wagon. I said when you gave me a little preview of the opening that: i think your prose needs to be more efficient about the use of pronouns...

Mark POV! Should be fun. Definitely a different vibe, although not that strong yet. They're not totally dissimilar personalities as far as I can tell... "Civic engagement," nice. Got that realistic drama feel in the dialogue again. I enjoy it. Chuckling bitterly at this Hilary gal not wanting...

Jesse shifted uncomfortably. "Lotta worlds got a lotta problems," he muttered. "Some are existential. Some are... more about whether it's worth draggin' yourself an inch outta the grave each mornin'."

I like how there's a bit of a joke like this in the synopsis. The feel given is that there's some self awareness, that you're not too 'precious' about the fic, which bodes well. The cover art is, of course, absolutely gorgeous. I feel a thrill when I look at it. You should be very proud. The...

Jesse groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was gonna get another migraine in a minute. "Guess we wait on the, ah, 'rooms'. Now shall we get this fuckin' soup already?"

Jesse watched with narrowed eyes and flattened ears as his trusted allies debated the truth. "Don't know nothin' about the 'Krampus Cane' bein' candy or otherwise, but the full name of the item as given to me by the sacrificial turtle dove was 'The Cane that Killed the Krampus.' I'm not so...

"Jeez, son, will ya fuckin' relax? We've confirmed Palkia's innocence twice now already. We're fine. Anyway, that's a funny form of 'protection' ya got there but I see what you meant before."

"I appreciate the protection. And Abigail was a good choice to protect, we've made a lot of use of her ability. You did good, kid." Would've done better by protecting someone every night, but it was no sure thing he'd guess right anyway. The question now was... who would the killers go for now...

Jesse nodded. "Then it was brave of you to draw attention to yerself like that, son. By any chance, would you mind tellin' us who you protected on the nights where nobody vanished? Might be a clue."

Brisa's Turn 2: Double Dip Terrain Orb (Electric Terrain) and Silver Spike at Ho-Oh Wild Charge at Ho-Oh Wild Charge at Ho-Oh Helping Hand at Cabot

Jesse grinned. "I'm willin' to bet you've used it on yerself more'n once, huh? By any chance was that why you were so insistent the Naughty guests ought to have it out fer you? Were you hopin' you'd attract their fire, get away clean, prevent any further vanishings?"

Jesse nodded, cocked his head. "Oh yeah? Guessin' it has a special property besides the cultural association with gettin' folks to kiss each other, huh? What's it do?"

"Sure thing, kid." Huh. Was Gen finally gonna open up?

Jesse walked to the Seviper Soupery, with Lee and Gen in tow, where he did his best to obtain some Seviper Egg Soup.

"If ya like, partner. I'm used to Escarpa clanners goin' about with scarce more than a neckerchief, so it don't bother me none."

"Hang on, partner, that teleportation trick doesn't work here any more. Lemme just nip to my room and get a coat and hat on..."