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Soul nodded. "I think it was a hex. Definitely something ghostly like that." "You could probably do it, too. I just did the thing you said, and looked into my stone. Find energy that's angry, and let it out. It's easy. It already wants to go out, you just have to let it."

Logging two more hours of highly self-indulgent writing. And a bit of Elegy mixed in, too.

Abigail snatched one of the pieces of stationary. "Come on, we don't really need writing utensils that badly." She bit the tip of one of her fingers, and some blue blood surfaced on her fingertip. For a moment, she was taken aback by the colour, before remembering that she was a fairy now, so...

"I think you've got that backwards," Abigail objected. "If the answer to wether or not the killer had fur was, the people with fur should be cleared, and the people who don't shou-" She looked down at her own furless ralts body. "Wait. Fuck."

Soul focused on the stone in their core. Purple wisps of energy swirled around them. Soul didn't want to hurt Petram, nor to damage anything else in the room, and their wisps fizzled out during the indecision. "I did something! I did something! That looked a little bit like what Astrid did...

Abigail hadn't noticed a cathedral, but this place was weird enough that she could totally believe there was one somewhere. "Wait, I can't enter it?" She grumbled. It's not that she really wanted to go into any cathedrals in the first place, but being told she couldn't made her want to do it...

*heard

"Hey, let's not misconstrue me." Abigail narrowed her eyes at Palkia. "I said that I have nothing. On the night Mewtwo's gift was unwrapped, the vaporeon didn't find anything that gave evidence as to who the unwrapper was. Tonight, I could hardly be expected to catch someone in the act, because...

Abigail shrugged. "There's not much for me to say. I just got here yesterday, and there was no unwrapping to suspect anyone of tonight. The vaporeon's memories have one piece of information, but it just corroborates something we already know, so there's no point in saying it and giving them a...

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

Logging 2 hours of writing!

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..."