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Palkia tilted its head at him. "👍♋■🕯⧫ ⬧♋⮹ ⧫♒♋⧫ 🖐 ♋🔾📪 ■□📬"

Palkia picked up the binder, eyes shining. "Fragments of the past, you say?" While the spatial dragon was perusing the equations, the arm that it had crossed behind its back had somehow reached through space to tap Zeke's when no one was looking.

Dunno if any additional info would help at this point, but now that Serebii's using the same version of XenForo, I encountered this exact same bug over in the HoC thread the other day. So it's pretty broad (and also unrelated to threadmarks since Serebii doesn't have them.)

"Anyway, as much fun as it is standing around debating soul theory, we really do need to get that ski lift moving," Palkia said, drifting to the front of the crowd and waving at the Zangoose. "Be a dear and switch it on, won't you?"

Palkia raised a claw. "I have! And this breaks every single one of the rules! Giratina would throw a fit." It sounded very pleased with this.

"While we're on the topic of bingo-balls-no-one-else-can-see... I don't suppose anyone here's got any use for G58, have they?"

Reviewed Postcards (272 words, 2 points)

Heya! Last time I read three, so this time I'll read three more! 205 - As with all your works, it's striking how hard the life of a trainer is in this. - I had to laugh at the aside about the brownie containing ten percent of your daily recommended iron and protein. xD - Love the small details...

Reviewed Sutoraiku High (342 words, 2 points)

So I played this to death when it first came out, I might as well finally leave some thoughts! I really love how the game just makes no attempt to explain the concept at all. There's a Scyther School. Alarm clocks apparently exist. Pokemon trainers are still a thing somehow. It's utterly...

Palkia shrugged. "Think what you like, but the description with my cane said nothing at all about hunting down anyone in particular. My only goal is to eliminate all Naughty guests. Jesse confirmed that your status isn't Naughty, and I know for a fact that he's Nice, so that's good enough for...

Reviewed 10 chapters of HoC. 1628 words. 7 points

“That's what the note says," Palkia said with a nod. "Just to be safe, I asked my room if there'd been a mistake. Haven't got a reply yet, imagine it might take a bit. Go ahead and ask Darkwhite while we wait~"

“My note clearly says it's a candy cane, so we’re at an impasse there,” Palkia said, holding both palms up. “Is there any way for you to ask your room for clarification on the item’s full name?” “The other thing I’m wondering is why, exactly, you think the Krampus-killing cane is meant to kill...

"I don't have The Candy Cane That Killed The Claus. I have The Candy Cane That Killed The Krampus, as I said from the beginning. It has no particular caveats other than being able to eliminate someone once per night. And since I am on the Nice team, it's natural that the optimal usage would be...

Palkia sighed heavily. "This isn't terribly complicated. I received a cane--a candy cane, the note was very specific--and was told to use it to weed out the Naughty in our ranks. I refrained from using it because there was not a clear target of who to use it on--though I did consider using it...

Palkia shrugged. "My weapon is The Candy Cane that Killed the Krampus, as you mentioned to us previously. I was solely going off of that. It makes no difference to me if you weren't the one that brought it."

Palkia tilted its head at the young Oshawott. "Do you truly believe that you're in any danger right now?"