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Spirit's voice quivered with nervousness. "Okay. I've never done this before, though. How do you do it?"

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Abigail paused. "Well, it's not that I know absolutely nothing. I got to see the Vaporeon's memories, but I can't justify any accusations based on what was in there."

Abigail shrugged. "Listen, I'd like to get rid of someone malicious, but... we can't just take shots in the dark. The info I have I have is nothing, and we'll only shoot ourselves in the foot by acting out of step. Let's not."

She shook out her candle. She'd almost come back... though that meant nothing in the end. Almost come back wouldn't get her anything.

Oh. This one was going to be trouble. He didn't seem like a gambler, she had no idea what a reunion cape was, much less when he'd gotten one, and he... Yeah, sure, two friends worked. He didn't seem like an extrovert. "You don't seem the gambling type to me. At least, if we're talking gambling...

Abigail shook her head. "Nope. No dead gorlfriends for me."

Abigail was determined to stump the Oshawott. "Nice. Now: One of my past girlfriends has died, I have a peanut allergy, and I used to have contact lenses."

Abigial figured she'd probably shot herself in the foot already, and the fact that she didn't know what two of those options meant wasn't helping. Still, the guy seemed too timid to be involved in any rescue work. "Is it the rescue team one?"

"Oh." Perhaps she shouldn't have thrown away the game against Gen. Oh well. Hopefully it would just leave her with nothing. As long as she wasn't punished for losing, she would be fine.

Abigail sighed. "I'm not very good at this, aren't I..."

"Good point." Abigail lifted her head high enough to glare at Palkia from beneath the obstruction of her Ralts hairline. "We really should eliminate someone with ill-will in their hearts. Like..." She dropped into a sarcastic tone. "Oh wait. We know nothing."

Abigial shoot shook the Wiimote again. There was just one more. "I'v-" The bar cracked open. "What. Why." She shook her head. "Whatever. I was babysat by a Ninetales as a kid, I have a little sister, and-" The Mew smashed a hole in the wall. "What is wrong with you all? Anyways, I've never...

The most obvious wild card there was the 'mystery dungeons.' Abigail didn't know what they were, so she couldn't tell if two of them was a lot, or a little. That left a choice between eating and stargazing. Abigail was willing to bet he did like stargazing. She could pick that if she wanted to...

Abigail scoffed. "My agenda is to fucking survive. Nothing too complicated."

Abigial sighed. "Yes. Got me again." At this point the thing was going to start thinking they were a good match.

Abigial shrugged. "And do you have any suggestions?"

Abigail smirked. "You're bilingual, then? Otherwise I assume you would have made that the lie instead..." Though the satisfaction of being right was muted by the fact it let that thing have another turn of influence over her. "Anyways, Cheese is my favourite food, I had nine and a half...

Feeling shy under Petram's gaze, Soul pulled their six tails over themself. Then Petram hugged them. It felt... nice. "I am older, I guess..." Soul didn't feel older, though. It was Petram helping them figure themself out, and not the other way around. "I didn't really do anything before the...

Soul was intrigued. "Oh? Ice vulpixes are fairies, too? That would be a good pick." Soul focused on their form. It had been hard to define their vague legs, but this time they had a goal. Six tails formed. A head. Ears. Their stubby appendages refined into proper legs, ending in paws. "There...