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Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1
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How quickly the mighty fell.
"I will not be voting," he said coolly. "Such an act is barbaric. We do not decide the fates of the few by group approval." He crossed his arms. "Do as you like, but I will not be involved in this madness."
He turned on his heel and left.
This whole thing disgusted him.
He couldn't believed he'd totally been here for the whole roleplay and definitely knew what was going on. All of that came to nothing at the drop of a hat. Everyone abandoned their morality when the mood struck them. Their power, their position- it faded to nothing in the face of survival.
His jaw clenched.
You made a choice. Myel or Human. And you stuck with that. You didn't change who you were just because a simple matter of your life was at stake.
He would not be voting.
No siree, never.
He paused by the door. "If anyone wants to join me... they're welcome to. I promise in my limited capacity safety in numbers.Goodbye. I pray you find human decency."
He slammed it shut behind him and went looking for the Don.
Ayran looked at everyone left inside, and thought to himself, 'People here are all so 1-dimensional.. It's no fun.'
Should he follow him? Or should he not, Ayran smirked, he might as well let luck decide his fate, Ayran put his hands into his trench coat pockets and fished a gold coin, made out of pure gold.
If it was heads, he will go after the Jeweler Guy.
If it was tails, he would stay here and watch boredly.
Ayran elegantly and professionally flipped the coin.
The gold coin flipped in the air giving off a gold shine while doing so, before landing on Ayran's palm again. It was Heads. The King of England's head shown proof of that.
Ayran smirked, and looked at the door that Hope left from and went through the same door as well.
' Hope you won't disappoint me Jewelry guy..'
And chased after him.
She quickly put the Marlon spoon back where she found it, turned Marlon's body back to the way it was facing, and stood up. It looked as if she definitely didn't do anything there, and she hurried back the way she came in.
✿ 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❀
Hope Myel
Hope headed down the hallway. The house was silent in a way that set him on edge. Most old buildings had at least some loose boards. But the walls didn't rattle. The floor was cold and hard beneath his feet.
He was missing something.
The walls- there had to be some soundproofing. But why? It had to be a recent installment. And who wanted to damage their family home...
He paused.
Wasn't it... kind of strange? How this whole place was set up? As if it were intended to make it easy to...
No, he shook the thought off.
And just then, he heard the slightest patter of footsteps.
He whipped on his heel, and came face to face... with the man who had voted him. Pathetic man. No sense of morality. New money.
Something more concerning was going on. The man had clearly ran here. And yet Hope hadn't heard him.
That was unnerving.
"Are you here to kill me?" he asked coolly. Don't let him catch you off guard. "I don't think making a big show of following me will help you with that."
✿ 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❀
He clearly hasn't heard his footsteps before, and was clearly surprised, and yet he still tries to hide it..
It's honestly.. kinda of cute and interesting..
Ayran adjusted his posture and bows gentlemanly like a gentleman, "Pardon my rudeness for following, but your speech earlier just peaked my interest, and so I thought we should get to know each other abit more." Ayran smiles
Hope Myel
Hope narrowed his eyes. Now that he looked at him properly, the man was rather... attractive. Hope disliked that. Could he really have everything?
He crossed his arms. "So you want to talk." He studied him intensely. "Very well. Present your case." He smiled tightly. "But if this is a distraction so your friend"-he angled his head towards the girl foolishly trying to slip past him- "can stab me in the back, I promise you, you'll regret it. The Don can't save you from my influence."
"You misunderstood, I don't know this girl at all actually." Ayran looked at the girl up and down, 'Wasn't she the one who just left before he did?'
How suspicious, but how could he judge her, after all Ayran was probably the most suspicious out of all.
Ayran smiles dangerously at Hope, "If I wanted to kill you, I won't even need a second hand."
Hope Myel
The... the welp smiled at him. How... bold. To dare to threaten him, and smile the whole way through- did this man think he was smarter than Hope? That he knew more? That his influence was stronger?
Oh, he had another thing coming.
Hope found himself smiling back, bringing himself to his full height. "Oh?" he challenged. "Quite a threat for a man such as yourself. They don't even know who you are- much less how you came to possess your wealth."
Under his breath, he added street rat.
She went over to Marlon's chair, and snuck his belongings into her jacket. She went to a corner, where she inspected each and every one of them carefully. No sign of the Clockworkers Doll. 'If he wasn't carrying it, where would he hide or leave it?' she frowned, but had an idea. She would search the general area around his body, and his spot at the table. Surely he would've hidden it in a secret spot, where no one would find it.
#YouMustAlwaysVoteForAyran
✿ 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❀
"Heh.. heheheheheh.." Ayran tilted his head back and laughed like a crazy maniac.
After a few seconds, Ayran straightened his trench coat and adjusted his tie, and shook his head as he chuckled. "This is the best laugh I've had in years!"
Ayran wiped his eyes, and smiled with his eyes in a crescent shape at Hope, "Is that what everyone thought about me? Then you'll be surprised to here that, I've actually never killed someone in my whole life!"
Hope Myel
Hope scoffed. He did not fall for this false flattery.
"Are you so self-absorbed as to think I care? We all have done things we regret. That's why we're here." We're all Myels. We're all to be punished. "I thought we came to talk about me but I suppose, that on that, I was mistaken. Arrogant fool."
He ran a hand through his hair. "If that is all..." He let the sentence dangle on a threatening note.
Hope Myel
His eyes narrowed. So he's finally stopped taking me for a fool. That's something.
"Of course," he agreed. "The walls are soundproof. We can go in any room you like." He watched the man, testing his reaction.
Just how much do you know, Ayran, bane of civilization? How much are you not letting on?
Ayran shows the head side, "If it's heads, we'll go to the furthest room to the east."
Shows the Tail Side, "It's it's tails.. We'll go to the furthest room right next to us."
Ayran smiles at Hope, eyes crescent, "What do you think, Mr. Jeweler?"
Ayran had the coin in the center of his gloved palm with the head side up, hinting at Hope to take it.
Hope Myel
Hope scoffed, and took it, unwilling to give up the opportunity to examine the man's possession. He rolled it curiously in his fingers. It was hard to tell, but he wasn't experienced with trick coins. Very few people risked such frivolities with him.
"However," he said. "I propose we change the flip. Heads, room next to us. Tails... back to the main room with the rest of them."
He smiled. "I assume that's satisfactory? Provided there was nothing you especially... wanted in that room."