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Ōmagatoki: Voluntas Dei Morientis (Game 4) [Ended]
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He stopped his babbling. "Erm... I-I mean..." He awkwardly rubbed his index finger against the side of his face. "S-sorry. I must sound crazy right now. I just- never gave up on the fact it might be possible. Or- maybe I'm dreaming right now?"
He'd always hoped life was less mundane than it seemed. Like maybe there were dinosaurs that were still alive, or time travel existed, or something!
But I mean... This was probably all a dream, right?
"Hope... What will work?"
This whole thing was perplexing.
"H-Hey! Nonono. No fighting. We shouldn't fight." He spread his arms out, waving his hands insistently, before hiding them behind his back upon realizing how stupid that must have looked.
"We... Need to figure this all out. Right?"
Fourth rodeo?...
As Paiyoon rambled about her experience with the game, Dorky's head spun with all this new information.
"So... This- is some kind of game people are summoned to play. Multiple times?"
His face reddened in embarrassment and he beamed. "Aw, th-thank you! I think I like you- too. And--"
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"Oh my word, a conspiracy?! I wonder if it'll turn out to be true. I- guess we'll have to wait and see. But um, Paiyoon... Why would someone be statistically more likely to be evil? Everyone's innocent till proven guilty. Good till proven bad, not 100% bad or good, any of them. Right?"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
"Yes, magic is real. You came from a vanilla universe, didn't you?"
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Dorky Monroe's POV
I wanna read Sherlock Holmes again now.
"A... Vanilla universe? Like- vanilla Minecraft? Ah, um, you could say that. Yeah. Where did... You come from?"
He flinched. "If... That's not intrusive or weird or anything. Sorry."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
"Think trolls, goblins, hoomans, elves, dwarves, cults, clerics, mages, councils, guilds, kingdoms, quests, some genocide and racism, and a lot of danger. You'll get the picture."
"NO ONE KNOWS DEADLY MAGIC." She called loudly.
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She sits down and writes something in her journal.
Luffy- According to Paiyoon, seems sus.
Paiyoon- Has an attitude but possibly good…?
“Look, you can think I’m evil/good. One thing I know is that you aren’t stupid.”
Dorky Monroe's POV
He clapped his hands over his mouth, pausing to think for a moment.
"I always wanted to play that game but I never really had it and I've been learning it recently but- YOU LIVED IN A UNIVERSE LIKE THAT?!"
He sighed and shook his head. "That's so cool! I wish I spawned into a place like that. It just seems so much more fun and fulfilling than everyday life."
He turned to look at who had spoken. "Um... I'm pretty sure they're right, no one here knows deadly magic. I think. Are we...engaging in combat now? Is that what we're doing?"
He shook his head. "I- I don't think anyone is evil or good right now. Paiyoon's got like, a, mastermind detective ish vibe going on where she could be either but like seems all Ni-dom-ish and calculating and umm- never mind."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
"...Dorky, I have no idea what DnD is. It was just something an old friend mentioned when I told him about my world. He said that I was True Neutral, whatever that means."
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The only one she did recognize was Paiyoon
"Poor Paiyoon," she thought
"She must have been here longer than anyone else,"
She then opened her backpack and thought of a plan
This time, she was not gonna be killed by some stupid kishin
From what she has heard, everyone seems to come from different worlds, and for some, it isn't their first time here.
Shieta nibbled on her nails, a habit that she still can't get rid of when she was nervous. Should she stick close to those that have played the game before, or should she stay in the back and watch and go with the flow?
From what little information she knows, this isn't just a game. It's possible to actually die here.
And Shieta is scared to understand that fact.
She made her way over to girl who was failing to blend into the background. "Hey there. I'm Paiyoon. Now, you wouldn't be avoiding socializing with the rest of us because you're a blood thirsty Yokai, would you?" She grinned, conveying that she was at least half joking.
"What's your story?"
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He paused a moment. "There... Sure are a lot of people here. So- does this whole thing work like, traditional Mafia? We try to figure out the imposters and vote them out? It doesn't seem like much has been revealed to us yet, there's... So many people here. I've heard that, well, not talking votes at all or pushing for a vote rather than the in-between is suspicious. But- do these people just not know any better?"
He tugged at the hair on the sides of his head, to the point there was a slight pain. "Augh. This is so confusing! But... You seem to know what you're doing. A- a bit more than me, anyway. Is there anything you noticed? About the last times you were here?..."
He glanced around. It was odd to him that some people came here with items. He had nothing but the clothes on his back right now, and, to be honest, it was kind of boring. And. His memory kinda sucked. So it sucked he couldn't write stuff down or draw at least.
"You've got like this cold logical INTJ vibe, Paiyoon, I kinda like it! I was thinking, maybe, um-"
No. Nonono. That wouldn't work.
"Never mind. It's- a bad idea, anyway. A lot of people seem kinda distant, or... Confused, like they don't know why they're here. Should we... Try skipping this vote? Or try voting someone? I don't wanna kill somebody innocent by mistake... Or... Even kill anyone for that matter."
He looked visibly nauseous.
"This is messed up..."
His eyes widened. "Paiyoon! Don't just accuse them of that! I'm... Sorry. I'm Dorky, Paiyoon's just kinda- trying to figure stuff out. She doesn't mean any harm and um, I-- I'm not trying to condescend her or anything, I just- wanted to let you know so you're not-- scared or anything! Sorry."
He blinked. "Someone you used to know...," he murmured curiously.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Shieta kept feeling that she was forgetting something extremely important, but there always seems to be a wall of fog inside her mind blocking her from accessing such information.
But before she could dig deeping, she was dragged backed into reality when hearing the others question.
Yes, what was her story?
"I'm Shieta Lavil.. and my story... I honestly don't know."
Now that she said it outloud, did Shieta noticed how strange it was for her to not know anything.
“That Paiyoon kid reminds me of Draco. ‘Oi Potter, etc. etc. etc.”
Sylvie sniggered. “So, me and you are kinda similar.”
Then she remembered how she got there.
“Wait a second, one minute I was on a hill with Pyro and then the next minute the both of us were shot dead…. How am I here?”
Harry shrugged. “Try to remember. Anyways, Paiyoon is right. Magic won’t work here. Only a few spells will. Cya.”
He faded just as Sylvie sat down wondering what exactly Harry meant.
“Only a few?”
Kojirou Inari
That bastard of a Kami-no-Kami stole my concept of Ōmagatoki? Interesting...well I guess I don't have an excuse to go to Mastix again.
Kojirou discreetly used his kami powers to warp through the barrier between Elysium and Mastix.
Damn, the air quality here's only gotten worse since the last time I've been here. That was, like, 120 years ago, I think. Well, I guess this place's still filled with dying gods, and they really can't do much.
After some mindless floating in the air, he eventually found the venue Homusubi was using to host his own Ōmagatoki game. Under normal circumstances, such a simple landmark would be difficult to distinguish from almost anything else, but after the majority of Mastix mysteriously burned down, white and gold stood out against the ashen landscape like a sore thumb.
Kojirou draped an invisibility cloak over his opaque physical form and moved closer to where the contestants were.
"I'm joking, I'm joking," she said in response to Dorky's look.
"Well Shieta Lavil from I don't know, it is a pleasure to maie your acquaintance. You would happen to know someone named Yohan, would you?" Paiyoon didn't expect an answer, and smiled to show there was no pressure to the question.
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"Amnesia? Drunkenness? Drugs? Some other form of memory loss? I wonder why you can't remember? This sure is starting to feel like some elaborate Sci-Fi plot of some sort..."
Not that I don't like that! This just keeps getting more interesting!
He started waving his hands wildly without noticing. Eventually, he did, and stopped.
"Whoops! S-Sorry. I- I zoned out. I hope you get your memory back. I'm sorry. That sucks. Strange..."
He let out a muffled whistle.
"OHHH... Um... Maybe."
How could she be so decisive?
"Yohan?..."
Emma?
Who were these people?
Well, it was good she was joking.
Phew...
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"Everything is going to be okay."