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Brisa breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction. It was over, they'd won yet again and without the strain of anticipating horrible consequences, and they were being cheered on by the crowd. Luz was literally flexing her fucking arms and kissing her 'muscles' as if she were flesh and blood and not...

Jesse kept up an even stare at Darkwhite as she reeled off hypothetical powers. Honestly, this was a decent way to collaborate with the group while restricting information flow to the killer and their supposed accomplices. He was... disturbingly... impressed. He just had to not get caught up...

"Oh yeah? How'd they end up?" Jesse perked an eyebrow. "Oh, you're familiar with our circumstance, are you? Been in a similar situation? How confident are you that Squirt wouldn't know? You got a better line of inquiry?"

"You invitin' me, Ma'am?" said Jesse, raising one eyebrow as far as it could go and leaning in right back.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Familiar with this sorta... 'phenomenon', are ya, Palkia? I'm not, but I'll take you at yer word fer now." Dead Not Cleared by Lee Cleared by Lee Squirt Jesse Lee Mewtwo Nilam Palkia Gen Darkwhite Blue Tabitha Beldum Nickit Mia...

Jesse rubbed his temple. "Let's just say my gift ain't the sort of thing ye'd fit in a fuckin' box either." He stepped across superimpositional space to join Lee at the bar and made a considerable dent in a bottle of brandy in short order. "If you want a perfect fifty-fifty dividin' question...

Jesse pinched the bridge of his muzzle. "Mental slip. Thought I counted twelve sorry fuckers in the room, stopped adding names after twelve. You should be on here, uncleared, which makes random vote odds even worse. Fuck." Dead Not Cleared by Lee Cleared by Lee Squirt Jesse Lee Mewtwo...

Jesse was sorely tempted to join Lee at the bar. Gods knew he needed a drink, and the wolf felt like a kindred spirit on some level. But instead he concentrated, trying to find what he needed... there. A chalkboard. He wheeled it into the main lobby and started scrawling on it. "Just gonna try...

Jesse snapped his fingers in agitation. "Second thought, don't let on if you have a protective gift. You'll just make yerself a fuckin' target. Shush."

Jesse blanched a little. "Well, as ominously supernatural as that is, perhaps it at least means death here does not result in evisceration of the soul..." He paced, frowning. "I got a couple questions. Each of us sent a gift, and oughta remember doin' so even if the memory is planted. Can any...

Jesse nodded, and stroked his cheek fur thoughtfully. "I suspected some of us might be afforded... interestin' advantages in our investigations. I myself have one, though not one that provides me with any insight into the killer's identity." He gave Lee a sympathetic look as he paused for a...

Brisa ground to a halt from her latest burst of speed, stopping just alongside Cabot. "Yield if you gotta, but you ought to finish a battle once it's started! I want to see you give your best shot; ain't you the lord of the oceans?" Her fur pulsed with waves of scouring electricity, just...

I'd certainly consider it~ I'd want to watch out for certain pitfalls, as the worst case scenario here is one where half the community becomes a fanclub for One Fic for a considerable time, but it shouldn't be hard to figure out a good system. This would be a good way to get motivated to binge a...

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, Ma'am," grumbled Jesse in Darkwhite's general direction. So, the mewtwo was gone. He guessed that cleared the bastard of suspicion, but there was still so much that remained unknown. One of them badly needed to discover and volunteer some real information to go on...

"I ain't fuckin' votin' for anyone." Jesse massaged his temples. "And neither should anyone else."

"Not fuckin' interested," snapped Jesse. "Remember, folks, early presents lead to death, judgin' by Squirt's fate. We don't have evidence on anyone yet, so we're fuckin' ourselves if we fuckin' guess randomly or some shit. Just abstain and tell these sadistic fuckers where to put it."

"FUCK IT. Never have I ever levitated with my psychic powers." Jesse rubbed his temple. He was developing a migraine.

Jesse ignored the continuing jabs about Brisa and grinned weakly at Lee's question. "I don't do folks like that. I'm up-front about my intentions. Let's see what Miss Mew has to say fer herself." 'Traumatised.' That's what the machine had said. But that couldn't be right. Traumatised folks...

"'Foxy...' Ugh. For the love of gods."

Brisa Turn 4: Focus Shadow Maul the Sky God SHADOW MAUL THE SKY GOD