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Thank you for writing this entire corpse by yourself, Tetra, it was a big task but you really delivered.

I read through this on a whim and I'm glad that I did. You do a fantastic job at capturing Guzma's voice and way of thinking and filtering it through a teenaged lens. I can so easily picture him as that fifteen-year-old kid who's already hit six foot and feels like he shouldn't need to be...

Lullaby Short and sweet, with a lot of painful emotions. The parallels between the narrator-as-listener, now the singer in the present day, makes me wonder if the dying Pokemon isn't themselves very young. There's a bitter helplessness to seeing them pass that feels all the more appropriate...

Stygian sat in the corner, licking her claws disinterestedly. “You all should have heeded my warning. It would have saved some headaches.”

Finally back for chapters 12 and 13! Love the little quip between Noel and Elton re: going in the ball or not. Always good to have those moments of trainer-Pokemon camaraderie. Also I can't remember if I mentioned it before, but details like mating Castform affecting the weather are hilarious...

Alioth hummed. "Fighting a battle to change reality. I've heard many describe their personal journeys as a struggle against fate. But this sounds rather more literal." He'd just finished pouring out the last of the coffee, setting the steaming cups up in a circle on a tree stump. At once...

Stygian stared unflinchingly at the bizarre Vulpix-human child, her blood-red eyes betraying no emotion. This was something they called a 'vanilla game.' There were no tricks, no illusions, no redirects or ambiguities of any kind. No concealed truths hiding behind unlikely circumstance...

Stygian cast a glance over the crowd, considering everyone. "The Espurr hasn't spoken yet, either. We need to hear from her." The Voice in her head was saying that this Espurr's allegiances very often came into question from saying very little. The sooner they could get that out of the way...

Stygian looked impatient. "There are two options. Either one kill was performed, and two died because they were 'lovers.' Or two kills were performed. We have no sign for or against a Bodyguard either way. It is exactly as likely as it was when the list of possible abilities was given."...

[OOC: Alrighty, I know that side-interactions are cool and good but try not to let it drown out the actual Truth or Dare game. The wall of Hoopaposting in particular has grown to where it could probably be its own RP. Reminder that we have a General RP Thread for anyone to use!]

'Lovers'... Absol had absorbed the information from that cursed book, and yet had overlooked that possibility. For some reason, a voice in the back of her head found that word rather exhausting. Absol stared straight back at him, eyes sharp. Fussing over names... he even acted like a human...

An Absol sat quietly off to the side of the gathering, tensed and quiet. She hadn't asked to be here, she didn't want to be here, and now not one, but two of their number had been picked off in the night. Mew was twirling around like an idiot, as if this were some sort of fun party. Someone...

A fair amount of weather manipulation had come about from the gathered visitors. Perhaps... The Pillar shifted at once to stark white, and a rolling fog expanded from its base, rippling across the earth. In its wake, great snowdrifts blossomed up as though being pushed clean through the...

Alioth glanced at the bespectacled Deerling. "Hisui, mm? I've heard whispers of it amongst the spirits from a world of humans." He tapped a claw to his cup, a distant look in his eyes. "It's a curious thing to think about, extinction. Certainly more common in the worlds where all mon live...

"Only as dead as I am," Alioth responded heartily. He paused for a second upon realized that his joke might not have landed. "And I don't believe I am dead," he added with a smile. The second question made him stroke his flame-collar thoughtfully. "Ah, you're human, I presume. Where I come...

Alioth waved a paw airily while beckoning for the others to partake in some dandelion tea, if they liked. "Oh, I don't have the power to call anyone here. Normally souls drift in and out of the crossroads as the boundaries between worlds wax and wane. But this many all at once..." He closed...

Multiple paths phased into being in quick succession, each of them joining with the existing crossroads until a complex nexus had formed, the Whispering Pillar growing more and more solid with each new soul's arrival. "So many arrivals, and all at once," Lurosa gasped, eyes wide with intrigue...

Alioth cocked his head. “‘Truth or Dare’… I hadn’t thought of it like that before, but it has a nice ring, doesn’t it?” He drained his cup of tea, pondering what question to present. A showing of will… “For a seeker of knowledge… “what is the truth that you seek most?”

Alioth drank deeply from his cup—the heat was no bother to him—and chuckled. “Call me Alioth. You could say I’m a regular—I come here often to learn what I can from the departed souls of my home… and the occasional visitor from worlds beyond,” he added, nodding to her. He leaned back, taking...

Alioth scratched his chin, flames gently wavering in the breeze. "There are as many names for it as there are visitors. But I'm rather fond of the 'Twilight Crossroads' moniker. Where two paths meet, there's always a crossing, mm?" He followed her gaze upward. "Ah. And it seems that this...