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Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1
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"Fate," Hope agreed. He hoped that the expression on the man's face was that of disappointment, rather than glee. He'd taken the specific room out of the equation, and flipped them in case he wanted the one net to them. It was the safest combination...
But still, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. At least the doctor girl knew they were together. More likely than not, I'm safe. Even if it doesn't feel like it.
Hope closed his eyes, breathed in, and tossed.
His eyes snapped open. His fingers enclosed around the coin, hiding it from view. He felt the finger details with his pinkie. Heads.
Well, that was disturbing.
He unfurled his fingers, revealing it. Heads.
I wonder which room he wanted.
"Heads it is."
Hope Myel
Hope smiled carefully at him. "Thank you."
He... probably wouldn't booby trap it in such an obvious way. Letting me go first is just a mindgame.
...Probably.
He stepped into the room, studying it in-depth. It was an office, not unlike his own. Plain and simple, sparse of anything which really made it seem "owned". Probably no one had ever used him.
That sent a shudder down his spine, but for a different reason than before.
Ayran stepped into the room, closing the door, and looking around the room, tsk-ing at the plain interior the room had and sat down at the swirly chair.
Ayran waved his hand to the sofa across from him, signally for Hope to sit down not minding that Hope just shivered even when the room wasn't slightly bit cold.
Hope Myel
Cursing out his innate sense of etiquette, Hope sat down, praying he wasn't about to set off a bomb. He leaned back against the headboard, examining his... companion.
"So," he said, breaching the silence. "I suppose we both want to survive- whatever this is."
He leans back and let his eyes wonder off, thinking about the commotion earlier, how coincidental everything was..
It.. It feels like everything is a play..
"It.. It feels like everything is a play.." Ayran whispered aloud unknowingly
Hope Myel
Hope observed him silently. "Yes," he said softly, almost too to be heard. "It's the most natural thing in the world. And we are the least."
Then he blinked, and the spell was broken.
"Hope Myel." He offered Ayran his hand.
Hope Myel
"Just Ayran," Hope echoed dryly. "If I must call you by your first name, you will have to return the favour."
He clasped his hands together, leaning across the couch. "Well then. I'll get to the point, past the pleasantries. Do you want to form an alliance?" He watched Ayran intently. "I assume you don't like those."
Ayran leaned towards Hope, until their nose almosted touched. " Ooh~ Have you perhaps fallen inlove with me Mr. Hope? I thought you were a single man~" Ayran teased, but still nodded, "Indeed, pleasantries within you people is just boring and slow, so sure why not.. it seems interesting enough if I form a alliance with Mr. Hope"
Hope Myel
"It's not Mr. Hope." He corrected irritably. "If we are to be partners, we'll need to set out some ground rules."
He lifted up a finger. "One. None of that 'Mr. Hope'. It's Hope, or Mr. Myel." He narrowed his eyes at him. "Two. Take me seriously. I have more power than you suspect." He lifted up a third and final finger. "Three. I need information. Reasonable?"
(Note from Glacierwing: This seems a little fake, because the killers could do practically nothing except kill in secret, revealing nothing to the other roles except Detective, and I doubt the Detective will do anything to normal Villagers out of fear. In real life, there has to be some sort of clue, the killers seeming a little unnerved. Now there is none. How can we vote without any evidence?)
"Yea yea, alright." Ayran stopped stretching and let his head sit on his palm not really listening, just nodding along.
Hope Myel
"I'm serious," Hope hissed. "You may not place value on your continued existence, but I for one do. If you plan to stab me in the back, then tell me, so help me god-"
He slammed his mouth shut, shocked.
He hadn't lashed out like this in... forever. What was this place doing to him?
Something about Ayran made something in him burn. Maybe his smug, too handsome face. Or that lackadaisical attitude of someone who could never be human nor Myel.
He needed to get out of here, as soon as possible. He wasn't distanced enough from the situation. It was getting to him.
#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❀
So why was Mr. Hope getting emotional, and why is he panicking as well?
Ayran sat up, and reached over to Hope with his gloved hand, trying to comfort (?) him, he doesn't know, Ayran is just trying to stop himself panicking as well.
Katie Curry's POV
Katie glanced about the place. "I wonder who could have done it. Huh. This is honestly really sad."
She literally hadn't even known Marlon, and could have hardly cared less. But she was intrigued as to why someone might have killed someone else here.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hope Myel
Hope couldn't breathe. The whole world felt like it was pressing in on him.
And then a hand touched his and he jerked back into his own body. "A-Ah!" he gasped. He looked down, and saw- Ayran? But where was Frederick and who was-
With a sickening lurch he was brought back into the present.
"I'm... fine now. Please don't touch me." Please do! a voice inside him begged. He tried to quash it, but he felt too dizzy, and his mind was all over the place.
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#Omake: A deleted scene
"I think I just heard an annoying voice..."
Far off, somewhere in another universe, Hisoka Yamanaku cried.
"How amusing, this is," he said, teasing, the glint in his scarlet eyes mischievous. His lazy smirk and slumped posture simply oozed chaotic energy as he sipped from his glass. "Didn't know you were one for love, Mr. Myel."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
They stared at eachother, both breathing heavily. He suddenly felt sick, reminded that he couldn't do anything, because Ayran just knew, he knew that nothing was going to go well as long as he was involved.
But, that was the future, right now, Ayran's mind is muddled, and scrambled, he reached forward again, this time his hand landed on Hope's shoulder, "Breathe.. Hope, Breathe.."
Ayran could feel the body who he was (semi) hugging trembling, and tried to calm down his own turmoil as well, but he didn't know what else he should do, so instead, he just kept repeating, telling Hope to breathe, but also to signify that he was also here.