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"Lemme just go over my suspects board fer Lee and anyone else confused," added Jesse. He went back to his boards and made some adjustments with coloured chalk. Jesse's Suspects Chalkboard Dead Cleared of 1st & 2nd Murders by Lee Alignment Cleared by Jesse Alignment Cleared by Abigail...

"Delighted to see everybody emergin' safely from the night. We'll get through this yet." "S'good to fuckin' see ya, Lee. Mind, ah, puttin' yer head back on so's I can clap you on the back fer survivin'?" "Nice work, partner. Is it also possible that Mia chose to make no attempts to kill...

Brisa memorised the information from Darkwhite as best she could, her tail tuft tracing patterns in the dust as she listened. 'Deoxys'. That didn't seem like a familiar name, but perhaps she'd be able to find out about it at the library, or something... There was just so much to contend with...

"Alright, well... Good luck." Jesse shook his head numbly and pawed at his neck, trying to massage the staticky feeling out of his throat. Then he went back to his boards. "It's like I said earlier. We gotta find out if anyone's been fuckin' murdered, and I recommend we vote Nilam next...

Jesse stared into space, stunned, while wordlessly returning the embrace. Darkwhite's body felt fluffy and warm, but insubstantial, and where his body made contact with hers, his skin prickled as if exposed to static electricity. He... Hadn't expected that shit with the... the tongue. Holy...

Jesse didn't know how to handle this situation. Frankly, all possible actions had unpredictable outcomes and all of them were probably bad. Was this another test of some kind? Maybe he should refuse. Nobody could make him kiss them. But then on the other hand, it wasn't like he had much reason...

Jesse paused his frenetic board-updating to glance round at the voice. "Darkwhite? What's wrong?" An arrow? That wasn't how this place worked— But they didn't know how things worked here. Not really. He could be watching someone die and he was damned if he was going to hesitate to help. Jesse...

Jesse jolted awake and into the lounge with a start. "Good fuckin' mornin', y'all! More surreal magic bullshit to start our day off right. And it looks like we voted fer a fuckin' Naughty guest after all, well fuckin' done, and don't feel too fuckin' good about it 'cause this is a fucked up...

He'd... never left. Which meant he was somewhere in her world, not home, having physically left her behind. The catharsis of knowing was immediately shunted to one side by anger. She'd hoped that he'd left involuntarily, duty complete at last, unable to say goodbye. She'd hoped that he'd still...

Brisa licked down her hackles. This spirit journey business was Sierra stuff, not Brisa stuff. "Doin' alright, sir. What next?"

This was happening. No backing out now. Time to meet Jesse, confront him, ask him... for advice. Help. And where the fuck he'd been all these years. She wasn't even sure whether he'd show up as a delphox or as a human. "Let's get this over with," she growled.

Brisa settled herself down, feeling a cold shiver down her spine. It was getting on for five years since she'd seen Jesse. He'd look more or less the same to her, she expected. She might not look much like her adolescent self to him. "I'm ready, y'all. As I'll ever be."

Brisa exchanged an awkward glance with Dave. More weird Cibus shit. She could take it on the chin most days, but she was anxious as it was. "However this goes... I'll owe ya one," she told him, quietly.

Brisa chewed her cheek. The justification for this enterprise was to actually bring Jesse to Cibus. If that wasn't possible... what was the point in speaking to him? Advice? Of course he'd have advice, she just didn't know if she'd be able to stand hearing it. But duty was more important than...

"Buffet's text said to meet at Treasure Town Daycare of all places. Figure it has somethin' to do with Sunny. Heard from Cynthian she's got some mysticism of her own, so maybe he wants her help with the 'crossin' universes' side of things." She shook her mane irritably as they made to leave the...

"'Cause my duty is more important than my comfort," answered Brisa, automatically. She nodded, and let go of some of the tension in her. "He would help, is the thing. He's saved my world before, remember? He was brought there specifically to do it. He cares about the greater good, and he...

Brisa shrugged stiffly. "Two of the most powerful ones here are against us. We need more on our side, and my pa is a former human. That makes him... very powerful. He can shift the balance."

"Few weeks back, when I was laid up in the clinic, this world's Voice of Life offered to put me in touch with my pa. It's never seemed important enough, and I've always been..." "Well, now we have a reason. Shield, and folks like him, have information on the threats to Cibus that they ain't...

"Right. Well. It's good that y'don't seem to have much trouble seein' pokémon like us as people." Brisa took a breath. May as well ask now. "Look, I got a favour to ask. Somethin' I reckon you'd be better suited for than anyone else in the posse, what with bein' a former human, and a father...

"Oh thank fuck fer that. That ain't half as bad as I was imaginin'. Still, I'm thrilled fer her that she gets to have this now. Even if, y'know, this Mia is a shade." Brisa scratched her head awkwardly. The way Dave talked about Mia, looked at her... there was something sore there. She knew...