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Starr rubs the back of her head awkwardly. "Right. Didn't wanna blow the Nosepass's cover, but... they were kinda already gunning for him. Didn't have much of a choice."

“Alright kiddos, listen up. I’m voting for Psyduck and you can’t stop me. Here’s why.” ((OOC: Wow, haha, wasn’t expecting everyone to be hanging on my words. Alright, here goes. I already made it pretty clear that I’ve been expecting the Mafia to talk more, not less. I’ve also been keeping a...

((Home now. Writing The Post. As for me, I strategize the way I want to, and then retroactively flavor it to Starr's character. She's not the most strategic person around, lol. also, sorry qva, I hope you're not expecting my judgment call here to have mechanical proof behind it, haha. It's...

(( I’ll be back in 2 hours or so! Well before the deadline!))

((Out with friends for the day, will have WORDS later (thank you dragonfree for pointing out some things that bothered me tho)) ((lmao I’m gonna get knifed tonight but hey I’m having fun.))

Starr’s boots hit the ground again, chair clattering so hard it might have broken this time. “Yep. That settles it. I was waiting for something, and it happened. I am now dead convinced that Psyduck is guilty.”

Starr listens to the whispers on the wind, her brow furrowing more and more with each passing second. She tried being nice. She tried going along with their sad attempts to gather more info. But this is taking too long. They only have 12 hours left. Unbelievable. As the group finally...

Starr glances between Hecto and Cabot, a bit skeptical. “See. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but my thinking was that the mafia would be talking nonstop to make it look like they were trying to help, rather than just shutting up and praying we don’t notice them.” But then she leans back in her...

((I’m on mobile right now so I’ll keep this short and make a longer post later. I wanna clarify that when I say “genuine” I’m mostly referring to ooc things, as I’m trying not to let in-character stuff influence how much I trust someone (the last thing I want is for someone to worry that their...

~Chapter 1: Ravaged Mountainside~ June 1 Summer days were made for this—made for feeling the wind in my face and the rush of adrenaline as my bike flew down the hill. My eyes focused, teeth clenched, fists tightening on the handlebars as I closed in on my target, dead ahead. Just a few more...

how have so many people here seen it already *sobs* I'm so heckin' excited to go see it you have no idea. Gonna see it tomorrow night!

Thanks for the reviews, both of you! Since the prologue is short, I think I'll post chapter 1 a tad earlier than I was planning~

Starr stumbles into the room, rubbing her eyes. “Legit wasn’t expecting you guys to let me sleep. Allllright, what were we doing, calling out suspects or some crap like that?” ((I’m not remotely talented enough to strategy while in-character so here goes~ I went back and forth on whether or...

Starr sinks into a chair, her expression grim. "I... shit, I gotta admit I was actually suspicious of him yesterday... guess I was flat wrong, huh." She runs a hand down her face. "Ugh, I did not get nearly enough sleep to be dealing with this crap." ((OOC: that's my way of saying I'm...

Dammit I knew this was gonna be hilarious but I still wasn't ready for it. Everything from Palkia always being late to Rayquaza griping about the atmosphere to Diancie having to bury the radioactive rocks to Regigigas's Slow Start to Groudon's map needing to have a map of the map of the-- Like...

"Mkay, so... looks like we're not jailing Dave. Alright. We damn well better have something to work with tomorrow."

"Jesus, what the hell, dude? I haven't made up my mind yet, okay? I don't have much beef with Dave, but like a couple people said, letting the mafia get the first move sounds like a shitty idea. Unless he has the ability to help the group out in some way. So if you think the info we get from...

((That's just what a mafia on the chopping block would say!!!1 ...nah, but really, I was wondering about that. throwing away a key special ability could be disastrous. and like... no one's even implied that they have any night actions, let alone what they might be lol. Unless I missed it.))

Starr puts a hand to her forehead. "This is giving me a headache. Alright, how about this. I wanna hear more from Infinite. He was pretty much itching to jump on the Dave train the instant there was half a reason to, and hasn't given any real thoughts since."