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"...I suddenly regret every decision I've ever ma--" And just like that, he was gone... That poor, wretched soul...

A flash of regal gold raced up Fusion's body for a second, and his eyes fell into a glare. His power was coming back slowly, but surely. Hopefully fast enough so that he wouldn't die to this guy. "I can't stop you from eating those poor, wretched souls if I don't." Something tempted him to...

A surge of power rose within Fusion, and the first thing he did was shoot some holes in his mask. Not to breath, his race had no need for that, but to speak. "Yeah, sorry, but as the time and space police I can't really let you do that..." Fusion said, sucking his teeth. He aimed his palm at...

[[This. This gives me life. For no reason. I swear to god I have a problem]]

[[Yeah, i did lie... about the roleblocker. Was gonna slap on the vigilante shoes and shoot Namco during the night, which would have given us a big ole chance to get the rest of the mafia. A shame that didn't pan out]] Fusion threw his head back in laughter, roaring like a beast unhinged...

Ah, so it would seem Fusion had gained someone's suspicion. Wonderful. Fusion took a deep breath, materialized himself a cup of coffee, forgot about his mask and how to take it off, and tossed the cup behind him. "I'm too tired for this shit but sure. If it'll stop me from looking suspect, I'll...

[[As flattered as I am about you thinking that I'm lying and the Mafia Don, which I don't think I know what that is, I'm kinda just not. Not that the Mafia wouldn't lie about having a role like mines, but I know I'm not lying at least. Regardless, it's fine. If I get targeted twice, I just get...

"Thanks, I'm flattered," Fusion scoffed, flicking his tail to the side. "That was sarcastic but I do mean it, also. I'm not in a genuine bitchy mood, so no back and forth from me."

"Hehe... I'd ask for a healer to target me as well so I could just have a power to work with, but uh..." Fusion looked over at the remains of past players, still not sure just how many were overhealed to death. "Yeah, no, I don't want to risk that. I can easily wait for tomorrow night, or never...

Fusion caught the recording and listened, then remembering that he already knew Alex's power. "Oh, right... Hm..." "For a moment, I thought that maybe you using your ability on me would allow me to bypass prerequisite... and frankly I still kind of do," Fusion hummed. Behind his mask was an...

"Oh yeah, I'm not gonna forget anyone taking the heat off of my white-and-purple lookalike. Unless it's a genuinely good point and not a 'what-if' statement," Fusion said, giving the three headed dragon a soft glare. "Funny quote or not, I'm not letting Mewtwo or anyone backing him slide that...

"Gods, I can almost hear that prideful prince now... ranting about how many blondes there are," Fusion sighed, a bit more relaxed. "Man, he would hate it here. He's already second fiddle to a tall idiot, the last thing he'd want would be to powerless here, or on the same level as anything else...

Fusion, wanting to ease his rage, tuned everything out for a good while. A bit longer than planned, but boy did it... hardly help. Whatever, that was fine, some calm was better than no calm. "My powers simply aren't working. I'm trying to get even a bit of my power back... but nothing works,"...

"Those two my be our biggest leads as to who is the mafia healer, but I am more than certain it is the Mewtwo," Fusion hummed, crossing his arms. "I'd be unfortunate for the one that just showed up to have to die, but I find myself caring less and less as this game goes on." The frost demon...

"There they go, then... off to bel-air," Fusion sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His head felt like it was getting beat on like a drum. "Here's hoping someone slips poison in the champagne glass it'll drink orange juice from."

This bird was bullshitting. Obviously. This was just a game to it, and maybe it just got sick of winning so it's throwing the good guys a bone. Maybe it'd throw another? "Namco, if you're mafia, could you tell us who the mafia killed so far?"

"Considering we've been doing the Mafia's job for them, they could at least give us that favor," Fusion grumbled. Of course they probably wouldn't, but... maybe? Hopefully?

"...Yeah, I'm ready to shoot the dumb bird."

"What makes you think it's the Lugia specifically?" Fusion asked, glancing over at the giant... bird, dragon, thing. "Other than its silence, nothing else is suspect." "Then again... we still don't know the roles of everyone at this point. Perhaps we can get lucky, vote out the Lugia after the...

Cold Fusion hardly paid Tefiren any mind until he was hissed at. "...True, but I can at least try to return it to her after this is all over." He didn't know why he bothered to say all that, Tefiren already left. Speaking of, it might be a good time to address the concerns of everyone else...