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Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
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Night had fallen again. The Don noticed with much interest that the guests had begun to become rather friendly with each other. Perhaps... too friendly. He had spent much of the day drafting legislation for the hospital with Dr. Kim and Senator Myers (killable npc). They had gotten much business done as group amidst the conversation, which still flowed as freely as the wine.
Doctor Quell, the Don's personal physician had examined the bodies. Due to his autopsy reports, it was determined that there had been stab wounds from three different people.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea, Dominic? Keeping everyone in the house like this? Why not turn everyone over to the police?
"Because the police are corrupt, my friend. They will let them all go. My loyal friend can only investigate one man per day."
Roxanne walked over to the pair, concern etched on her face.
"They didn't send anyone to police custody today..."
"Yes, that concerns me too."
"Have patience. they are all intelligent people. They have made the decision to sacrifice another life in hopes for more information. My 'waiters' will protect us, and the killers know this. They will only attack the guests."
"What if they don't find the killers in time?"
"Have faith. And if they don't there's a reason that I have selected back-up... guests... for each field. There are clearly three anarchists among us though. Or perhaps, worse even, spies for the corrupt government. The stakes are too high. How i wish I could just kill them all. Like the old days..."
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It was Roxanne who had woken up the next morning to go for some fresh air. She entered onto the balcony, and saw a figure, leaning on the railing, drink in hand. She walked closer to investigate, and maybe converse with the guest.
"Hello, Dr. Kim. How did you sleep?"
There was no answer.
"Dr. Kim? Kaori?"
There was still no answer. The reporter noticed that she wasn't so much leaning as she was slumped over the railing.
"Kaori? KAORI?"
She was dead. Roxanne stifled a scream, and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. There were three stab wounds on her body, identical to those found on Marlon's.
She caught herself on the railing, and ran inside. The guests were all woken, and they joined the Don and his associates on the balcony to observe the solemn scene.
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Kaori, you are dead. Blame the three killers...
Everyone else may discuss. In 20 hours, I expect ejection votes. FOR REAL. IF I'M NOT GIVING< YOU ALL BETTER NOT. Put them in italics at the end of your final post of the day cycle. You can change your votes, I'm looking at your most recent posts. Be prepared for the next night cycle. We will SERIOUSLY be speeding up soon...
NPCs Dr. Quell, Waiter Matthews, and Waiter Carbone are now available to talk to. I will spin a wheel. You have a 1 in 8 chance of getting useful information. Cuz 8 people are alive! You can talk to one NPC a "day". They may take time to respond. If a Mafia member talks to an NPC, and strikes lucky, their name will not be revealed to any subsequent villagers that strike lucky.
Ex: A is a Mafia member. They strike lucky and a clue to a name is revealed. B strikes lucky. No matter what their clue is, it will not point back to A.
This is to keep things interesting.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"Yes, a terrible tragedy. You don't happen to know who did it? Well I don't either..."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"You alright, theo?"
It was clear he was trying to be calm, but his hands were trembling, his voice having an anxious undertone.
"We can't let this go on for much longer."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"i don't know, Theo."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

"C'mon. Sit down next to me, Theo."
He tapped the floor in a rhythm. His carefully swatted his golden-brown hair out of his face.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.