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"That might be best," said Luz to the two of them, gently. "I'll stick around. I've been meanin' to catch up with the big guy once he had his health back. Don't wait up!" Luz gave Cal a pat she hoped would feel reassuring, and strolled up closer to the Voices of Light. "Don't really blame the...

Luz perked a brow. "Huh. He sure didn't take long to come around to it, then. Didn't realise what y'meant by yer 'self', figured y'just meant the shades." She rubbed her chin. "Do I gotta watch myself around ya? I take it this ain't somethin' easily done by accident." The zeraora-shade...

"Yeah, about those donations," drawled Luz, cupping one paw in the other. "I'm given to understand the shades voluntarily returned t'ya. Is that reabsorption somethin' y'could do to an ultra familiar like m'self?"

Luz came jogging along from her own abode to witness the restoration of the dragon of light. Her sire. "Howdy there, Joule!" she called, giving him a wave. "My regards t'ya on yer much-awaited return t'normal! How're y'feelin' on it?"

[[Bench, if you're Town Cop, you'd be throwing away one of the most valuable pieces for an Innocent victory so a guy who hasn't posted might theoretically join in. That's no good. In fact, I'm now worried you have some sort of power that kills people for lynching you, or a Mafia version of the...

Jesse sighed. This was a tough one. By nature, he preferred to prevent harm as much as possible... But unlike back home, he didn't have overwhelming power, forcible telepathy, nor his other usual advantages. He had to rely on guesswork, and the most trustworthy looking persons nearby. It made...

Good, now that his notes were more or less in order, Jesse could respond to stuff properly... Well, that was a wild leap of reasoning. All he'd done was give a funny look, and the gal was apologising for thinking the delphox was a delphox...? What even— But that was a distraction. The party...

Jesse worked as if he were unwell, or in trance, hardly looking up to respond properly except to groan at the uncertainty about how the Mafia dimension worked or the tooth-pulling difficulty of getting info out of the chimera. Still, at last, he completed his logging, and looked up to address...

Jesse pinched the bridge of his muzzle and sighed. "Let's make the best of this. Hopefully a townie will keep Arctozolt from gettin' merked in the night an' the fuckers can make 'emselves useful. I'm still workin' on my notes, bear with me..."

Jesse rubbed his temple as he took a break from his note-taking. "Good gods, fella. Spit it the fuck out already. Yer a fuckin' speaker fer the dead or some shit, fine, let's hear it. I legitimately don't know why yer tail is so fuckin' keen not to let on."

Brisa bit her lip, glanced at Sombra. The Shadow blinked slowly. It meant 'trust'. Her innermost emotions, animated by the void, were . . . trusting her to express them. "We give too much; get too little," whispered Sombra, in that voice like night air. "We can't rest without worry. It ain't...

You don't need to keep fighting. Y'gotta stop fightin'. Brisa keened softly to herself, and let Fugu guide her to her seat. She breathed heavily, barely aware of her own body in relation to herself, feeling pins and needles in her limbs and in her head. It was a struggle to think. But Fugu...

Brisa heard someone else – not quite a stranger, not quite kin – speaking, then. The voice... It sounded familiar. It belonged to some gal who sounded for all the world like she was about to crumble into dust from the effort of living. She sounded so sad. So tired. ...So guilty. Gods, this...

"Yeah, they know I'm alone, I know I'm alone, I'm always gonna end up alone!" wailed Brisa, the darkness brimming up around her to the point where perhaps even an uncorrupted viewer might perceive her as resembling her own Shadow, manacled and anguished. Her paws blurred in the air as she...

"I got nobody either way," snarled Brisa. "And if I gotta be lonesome, then I gotta be a protector! I gotta turn my power to the common good! 'Cause without that, I'm just a violent goddamn animal!" Brisa darted between Fugu's strikes in battle-trance, and for a moment, the noble burden of duty...

Brisa panted, drawing on reserves of energy she wasn't sure she'd had. "My moral duty! Principles! Knowin' that if I abandon my post, innocents'll suffer fer my negligence!" With a yowl, a flash of claws, and a surge of Shadows, Brisa released her pent-up energy. Would Fugu see how she...

Brisa pushed back against the lock, unheeding of the pressure of the shell blade against her flesh, and her reply when it came was raw, ragged, reverberating. "I'm strivin' fer somethin' outta reach, never able to escape, fuckin' chained t'my duty, trapped by it!" Her fur glowed as the energy...

"I took pleasure in my work, as much as I could," hissed Brisa, hunting for a better angle of attack past Fugu's flawless defensive stance. "I told myself I could get by on the fulfilment of carryin' out my duty. I just kept workin' harder, year on year. Downtime? I spent it all starin' at the...

"Goddamnit," spat Jesse. "I'm too tired fer this shit. Right, first up, anyone have any idea how the fuck this happened?"

"I had to quit it," spat Brisa, diving under a blow. "I didn't hold back, and it scared folk. My Pa most of all. He put an end to it, fearin' if I kept it up, I'd get fuckin' done in by some jumped-up mob." She parried the next few attacks with a grunt of effort and a solid barrier, and lashed...