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S'more wasn't able to uncover very much. Most of the memories seem normal to S'more, with the exception of a blank spot of the scouting mission, which lines up with when he had been killed. It was hard to tell since it had been so long ago, too. Perhaps it was just a lapse in memory?

I am. The light took Rocky in a blink, and suddenly he was standing in a much higher floor--the very summit of Destiny Tower, where the wind blew coldly and the horizon was far, far, far away. "Hello, Rocky," The god of gods glanced back and gave a friendly smile through his eyes. "It has been...

Alexander growled. "I hate to admit it, but I had a similar thought process to you. I was about to suggest a single Doctor target you as well so your power is immediately awakened. But that has... far too much risk."

Alexander nodded. "I was thinking the same thing, if it means proving my innocence," he said. "...Unfortunately, if I am consulting the planes correctly, or making a guess, my power will not Strengthen you until your power is properly awakened. But if I target you anyway--I have no restrictions...

"Why are you putting suspicion on me when Tefiren was the one to point this out? To not be so hasty, to not fall for a possible Mafia ploy?" Alexander shook his head, exasperated. "As I mentioned during my claim, I strengthened you because I was suspicious of--and frankly ready to vote...

"...ANOTHER possible healer? What is this, the doctor bargain sale?!"

"Everything about this is vague, human," Alexander growled. "Apparently nobody with actual information is able to come forward. We can only tie together our actions through what everyone else claimed to do. And so far, Mewtwo is... yes, there were some suspicious activities, but the immediate...

"...There only being three Mafia..." Alexander hummed this out, but then looked toward Namco. "...You don't suppose that one is some kind of Jester, do you?" He shook his head, then continued to drift. "There being only four Mafia at all would explain why we've been having so much trouble...

Cal still felt unease, but less so. She nodded at Pop. "Right... Sorry for bothering you." "It's not a problem," Pop replied. "And, er, if you happen to see Cola... Let him know that I'm sorry if anything I said offended him. I do want to speak with him again." "Yeah, uh, if we find him, we'll...

"I guess we have that in common," Flesh said. He might have been smiling. "You were going to invite him to a fight? I don't know how to do that. I could also just ask him... Soda understands me, so you won't need to translate or anything. He should be home soon... I think."

Soda's desk seemed clean; his drawers looked barren. Did he even do paperwork at all? Soda didn't seem like the kind of person to do paperwork like this to begin with. The letter seemed to be the only thing there in terms of written material... "I found one," Flesh called back, trying to peer...

[[ Okay, so. I don't play Mafia much aside from, like, this forum's events. In all those events, I've never once been Mafia, not even for the Christmas game. The closest experience I have to being the killer is being Impostor on Among Us. I therefore not skillful at that side of the game ^^; In...

"No, he certainly wouldn't. Though I think he would check on you to make sure you're alright, if he knew where to find you. That's simply the right thing to do, wouldn't you say?" "Well... we still know he killed Millijoule. What if he tries that with us?" Cal felt her guard faltering. She...

"I'm afraid it's not my place to make such demands," Pop said gently, shaking his head. "But I can at least assure you that I see no reason why he would do such a thing. To forcefully claim you would mean that betrayal, that resentment, that pain, would go to him, too. He would only harm...

Buffet has been feeling better, but unfortunately has no insight about Sword except that she was very playful, and he wouldn't mind taking on that attitude now and then in the future. Buffet isn't sure about Giovanni and Silver, but claims that a process like this is unprecedented, going from...

You'll be living in the Voidlands forever by the time I'm through with you-- Um, Diyem, what about what Raven said? About Eien? Eien is fine. Just fine. She's in the Tree. We're together in a sense, aren't we? She needs time to work off her corruption anyway. Diyem, think really, really...

...What did you do with my things.

It didn't appear to be sealed very firmly. Not even glued down; a simple and careful unfurling would pull the letter out from its envelope. The top words were frank and to the point, and once again were in Soda's handwriting. 'For if I'm dead.' The immediate paragraph following seemed to be...

Quadrupeds. What is the best place to massage? ...What? Owen cleared his throat. Diyem? What? Answer the question.

Soda sighed, looking at Puddle go, then at Rocky. "Go do your thing," he said casually, walking around the site. "I'm gonna do some scouting as usual. May as well check on a few things, tie up some loose ends..." He rolled his eyes. "Right. See ya." And with a peace-sign with two claws, Soda...