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[[I'm still figuring out what the ideal moves are for town right now, but I believe Inke/Mlle is telling the truth, and I think the idea of two small scumteams is very likely, given the numbers and the buddy system. Provisionally, it'd be pretty swell if a healer type could fix their powers on...

Salem shook her head. "She was saying her three visitors were her buddy, someone trying to kill her buddy, and someone trying to kill her."

Salem quietly took a pattie from sans' grill before it had hardly cooked, with a small nod of thanks. The skeleton was clearly a liar and another otherworldly presence, but at least he wasn't a killer. Probably. After all, he wasn't playing, right? She took a bite of her prize, and watched the...

"When I woke up, I thought I'd just been confused about where I'd gone to sleep last night, but iinstead I was in another of these secret killer games. I didn't ask for this. And if there's a lone killer like my last game, or more than one killing team, or maybe even a good guy stupid enough to...

Salem crept into the town square, hugging close to the walls. At least when you were up against a wall you could count on your back being covered. "Uh. Hello," she ventured, quietly. Then, louder, burning at how pathetic her voice had just sounded, "My name is Salem, I'm part-purrloin...

Luz waved a paw vaguely in a non-committal way. "I guess some of us have been tryin' t'be what they remember bein'. I sure have. But you must've been apprised of Soul, fer instance? Lit'rally nothin' to go on, consumed by angst about what t'choose t'be. You might not've wasted effort tryin' to...

Luz grinned. "Yeah, I kinda get that. I got memories of bein' strong enough to stop a storm front, solo, an' here I am without half the strength of a reg'lar 'mon. Say, yer in a pretty unique position, as shades go. Ain'tcha? The only former human, as I understand it. What's that like?"

Luz chuckled. "The scientific applications of everythin' are foremost on yer mind as always, huh, fella? I've been wonderin' about that, actually. You learn anythin' much yet about us? Our kind, I mean. Ultra Shades, familiars, Void Eternas, or whathaveyou. You'd be the first one t'know if there...

The Blacklight churned inside her, in body, heart, and mind. Bright intent and dark feelings, intoxicating, but under her control yet. She'd harness it. Use it to strike, and strike again, and then release it all. She could do this. Brisa's eyes blazed and her forearms shone with Whiplash...

Usually when Luz swung by the library for something to occupy her nights, there was a decent chance she'd spot Lexx. Happened almost every third time, in fact. She'd give him a wave and he'd return a little nod and a smirk, and she'd ponder means of motivating him to get into a tussle of some...

"Shit."

Brisa bit her lip. It wasn't the perfect time to go wild, but it might be the best chance she'd get. She couldn't afford to throw it away. So, with Koa's voice ringing in her ears, she dashed forward and unloaded every scrap of power she had in her. Without frenzying, anyway... As the shade...

Brisa glanced at Starr, straining under paralysis. Shit. Unexpected, a serious limitation, not insurmountable... They still had a chance. Starr was strong. They all were. Let's see you at yer best, darlin'. Brisa's Radiance bloomed, and the two cats shone a little brighter, together.

Brisa rolled her head and cracked her neck, then her knuckles. "This oughta be fun," she drawled. "But don't you worry, Koa. I'm takin' this real serious. We got yer back." She gave him a light thump on the shoulder to punctuate her assurance. "Make me proud, kid." She turned to their opponent...

Brisa peeled herself away from the wall and staggered forward, gasping for breath. She had just barely endured that last burst of desperate attacking. Another close fight, although she'd had more left in her if it came to it. Damn, what a battle! She trudged forward, one paw clutching a mystery...

Brisa sat down, and the leaf passed by her nose as it fell. She snorted, blowing it away. "I'll take that under advisement," she murmured to herself, in reply to Mergo's parting words. 'Soften the blow'. Yeah, that sounded about right, didn't it? <><><><><>

"Sorry, partner!" cried Brisa, amid grunts of effort as she rolled with Meringue's strikes. "I just won't hold back 'gainst an opponent like you!" He was near his limit, she could tell, and she didn't much fancy giving him a shot at stabilising with barriers and throwing her off balance. Time...

Brisa drew a sharp breath, thick with the scent of blood and petrichor. "Y'ain't hittin' me hard enough yet, fella," she drawled, slipping back into her combat trance. She could outlast him. She knew it. She just had to work hard enough to beat down a god.

Brisa grinned. Poor Meringue was strong as hell, but so easily put off balance! His master's scrutiny sure made him nervous. Could be something to use, later. In the meantime, he wasn't hitting so hard that she couldn't tough out a little more... "Nice trick," she said, before testing his...

Brisa wondered which friend Mergo was referring to, that so 'similar' to herself. Aria, perhaps? Brisa had the alarming thought for a moment that Mergo might be the friend Aria had mentioned. The one with the flirting contests. What a disturbing thought that couldn't possibly be true...