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Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1She jumped back in surprise. "I'm sorry" she said and sat down. So I'm really dead, I guess? she thought. If she was dead, who would take care of the hospitals? Who was going keep the hospital businesses alive? Who was going to take care of the injured and sick patients?
She looked at the people surrounding her body. That was almost everybody, but there was one person missing. She couldn't put her finger on it, so she turned to Michella. "So, who are you?" she asked.
✿ 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 ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
"hm... maybe it was..."
Zynx.
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
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"Same" Kaori said. "So you're also dead? Like, dead dead?" she asked, curious.
After all, she was ded. Flat-out ded. XD
✿ 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 ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
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
![](https://i.ibb.co/b56wPT8/Boo.gif)
"I'm sorry." Kaori said. "Reliving a memory is hard. If you want, I'm always here."
She thought of her own death. She couldn't remember much. She only remembered looking out the balcony into the peaceful night when she was stabbed. All she felt that time was pain, until she slumped over, dead.
✿ 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 ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
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
![](https://i.ibb.co/b56wPT8/Boo.gif)
✿ 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 ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Well, she could at least explain for the weapon. Zynx's mouth opened, then closed, remembering her spoken words could be erratic and not persuasive at times, especially when she had to force emotions down, and instead took out a pen and paper. She always carried that in her pockets. Oddly enough, she trusted her writing more than her speaking, perhaps due to having zero social interactions.
Writing... can be changed. If it comes on the paper, it can be crossed out. Verbal communication cannot. Once it's out, it's out... Zynx wrote quietly on the slightly stained sheet, knowing the others might not believe her, but still trying to express herself.
(What happens if most people vote for you?)
Katie Curry's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hope Myel
Hope must've been gone a while, because it appeared that all the drama happened. Aaaand he was uninvolved. Again. And while the god controlling him was all powerful, she apparently wasn't strong enough to scroll back up in the roleplay so.
"Oh boy," he sighed. "Recap, anyone?"
Katie Curry's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Now that just leaves 6 people, there are 3 killers, and they should know eachother. But what is there motive, why are they killing.. There are so many unsolved mysteries within this Mansion.
Like why was he invited, why were the others invited, is Don choosing a successor truly the whole point of this event? Or was this all a trap? The newly innovated sound proof rooms, the coincidences that a murder could happen.
Who can he trust, no should he even trust someone?
Out of the 6 people whose statuses he isn't even sure right now, any of them could be the killer.
Ayran groaned out loud and rubs his hair irritatingly, this was getting to his head, he needed more clues.
Yes! He should talk to once of the workers here! (aka npcs)
Ayran looked at Hope sitting right infront of him, and thought to himself, should he take Hope with him?
Ayran sighed, "Kaori died, alone. We don't know who killed her, and the killer is probably still roaming among us. I'm going to look for some clues, wanna come with me?" Ayran ended that with a tired, but still teasing smile.
Hope Myel
Ayran's looking at me again.
It felt like every time he looked up, the man was there, just staring. It always sent a shiver down his spine. Was it accusatory? Affectionate? Scrutinizing?
He wasn't sure how to feel about him in the first place. He felt like he'd run their one interaction through his head a million times.
Meet outside? he mouthed to him.
Katie Curry's POV
She hummed to herself. Wonder who could have done it? Well, we might want to figure that out. Probably would be best to.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Ayran stood up, patted down the wrinkles on his suit pants, and went out of the room, not before saying "Y'All know I was here the whole time, there is no need for me to say anything aight."
And he stepped out, and went to the lobby, expecting for Hope to follow.
Katie Curry's POV
"Mind if I accompany you?" Katie asked. "I'm sure I can provide some VERY helpful feedback!"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hope Myel
Hope stifled a snort. Ayran already had a big enough head.
He stood up, subtly making his way around the table. He didn't want the attention the idiot thief seemed to crave. You'd think someone who stole the Mona Lisa knew better than to make a spectacle of himself. Power was silent, not... obnoxious and loud.
He walked up to Ayran. "Let's go before Katie tries to follow us," he said lowly. Then raised his voice. "I vote to lynch no one. You figure out what you all want to do."
He offered Ayran his arm. "The kitchen," he told him. "That should be safe."
And then Katie was in his face. "Mind if I accompany you?" Katie asked. "I'm sure I can provide some VERY helpful feedback!"
"I do, in fact mind." But he could tell he was fighting a losing battle so... "Fine. Let's go before we take the rest of these stupid children."