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Brisa took Sword in her paws and let the mew rest against her in what she hoped would be a comfortable (and comforting) position. "Sword? You're okay. You're among friends. You're safe. How d'you feel?" She looked to the faint red light with concern, and then around her for everyone in the...

It was one thing after another on this fucking planet. No, worse. They couldn't even resolve one damn thing without two more arising to loom ahead. They had unresolved matters dating back practically to their arrival, and now they had goddamn traitors in their ranks, or suspicion of traitors...

Jesse smirked to himself, but he decided not to tease the poor fellow. Even if it had been a while since he'd enjoyed having someone around so obviously into him. Instead he caught himself smiling, genuinely smiling, at the sight of Lee fussing over the kid. The lycanroc really was a decent...

Friendly warning, my goddamn backside! If it weren't for her duty to Sword and to everyone else on the posse, Brisa would have flung herself at Giovanni with shadows at her teeth powered by sheer spite and fury. The son of a bitch deserved to be taken down a peg. As it was, she had to get the...

Jesse took a cup without looking, and shot a wry smile, brow raised, at Lee. "Well ain't you just the easiest fella t'read without my telepathy," he drawled. What if he DID have some telepathy back... everyone was using their powers again... He reached out casually to brush at Lee's surface...

"Zeke, buddy. Fuckin' pull yerself together and level with me. What's yer problem with the kid?" asked Jesse, moving protectively in front of Gen without thinking about it.

"Get us outta here, Blade!" cried Brisa, as her eyes lit up from the Radiant Arrests she summoned with Giovanni in her sights. As she did, she lifted the limp body of Sword by the scruff, in her teeth, ready to turn tail and dash into a portal. Starr, Astrid–! Everyone! Be safe! Gods– It...

Jesse shrugged expansively. "She got it into her head that she oughta, so she gotta. Figure'd I'd let her. Maybe she'll have fun." He smirked sidelong at Zeke. "I can hear Rally goin' on about Arceus to the poor gal. You're damn right I'd be lucky not to."

Brisa cocked her head. "Has yer current body been captured in such a way? An immunity to his devices seems like a lot to assume." She looked down at Sword, and chewed her cheek. "And if you're wrong, the consequences could be dire. Fer you and fer us."

"I'll take your concerns into consideration," said Brisa, pushing down both the radiant impulse to snap a retort about Bahamut's callousness, and the shadowy urge to insist she wasn't safe either. "D'you really think you'll slow that bastard enough to make a difference, Bahamut? Or are you...

"Shit, right, the lift. Not rightly clear why yer headed up there, but it can't hurt t'see. Here, lemme lend ya a paw."

Jesse spared a glance for Gen. "Don't worry, son, we'll sort this out, one way or another. Zeke might be an oddball but he seems t'know what he's fuckin' doin'. And I know I ain't givin' up, whatever comes. So neither should you, y'hear?"

Brisa looked up at first Saltriv and then Celeste as each arrived. "Howdy, you two," she said, quietly. Maybe there was something in her pack... Brisa nudged Saltriv back into consciousness, and split a spare oran between those present, hoping against hope that this was over, that they weren't...

"Hard t'say. But if you assumed fer certain that votin' fer someone would imperil their soul, that kid, Oshawott Gen? He never fuckin' voted fer anyone. He oughta have kept his soul." Jesse sneered. "Maybe in yer own world, Abigail. In mine, human souls are like fuckin' beacons."

"Each of us arrived with identical black gift boxes. Openin' 'em afore Christmas makes ya vanish. On three occasions, we've voted as a group fer someone to open their present, believin' em t'be one of the miscreants, and each time they've opened their own present theirselves. On two of these...

Jesse nodded. "Okay. I follow, and I'll take you at yer word. "As you may or may not have picked up by now, folks in our group have been goin' missin', presumed murdered. Those among us who ain't keen on dyin' have been tryin' to catch out the culprits and remove 'em, to preserve as many lives...

Jesse scowled up a storm. "Can one of you two explain to me what you even mean when you say 'soul'? After that 'murder is impossible 'cause it's illegal' fiasco, I have faith in almost fuckin' nothin' I might previously assume about communication here."

"Yeah, partner. You get it now, don'tcha. I've been dealin' with that realisation fer about a fuckin' week now." Jesse clenched his paws into fists. "I don't fuckin' know how you think our worlds work, but where I come from, souls are so poorly understood we ain't even got a means of detectin'...

Jesse clutched at his cheek-fur. "Elbert, how are we doin' on the souls front? Still reckon we might be missin' 'em?"

A desperate reaching out for a person in pain. A savage series of attacks on the abomination leeching off of her. A brilliant explosion of radiance that sent her spinning into unconsciousness, and a softer light as her reviver seed restored her. Astrid, why? Don't do this to me. Please. Brisa...