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"The world is an unforgiving place and won't have spare a second thought for his sob story. Coddling him will only make him sorry later down the line. It may seem harsh now, but he'll be thankful later," Mademoiselle dismissed. "Although... Something he said interests me." "What do you mean by...

Mademoiselle yelped in surprise. The new arrival would've barreled her over had she not swiftly stepped back but one look made her realise that the zoroark was not worth her time. Such flagrant stupidity didn't warrant second thought. Instead, she focused her attention on the much more pressing...

[[Going purely by numbers here and standard ratios of anti-town:town, if there are four anti-town players I feel that 3 Mafia and an SK is more likely than two scum-teams of two/a single four-person scum-team. However, at this point, I feel that we might start wasting time on the numbers over...

Mademoiselle threw her head back. "It could be very likely that someone tampered with something, causing both killers to come knocking at my door but the result is the same. We can't be certain at the presence of these so-called 'Third-parties' but we shouldn't disregard that possibility." She...

"That's not what I said," Mademoiselle replied to the second Legendary. "Both tried to attack last night, though only one made their move." [[For the sake of clarity, the thing about visitors was purely flavour. Both my buddy and I got shot last night.]]

Mademoiselle looked down at the new girl. "Yes. Why would I lie about something like this?" She let the question linger before continuing. "In any case, I refuse to reveal my 'buddy's' identity for the time being and I would not suggest revealing such things so haphazardly."

Mademoiselle was furious—even more so than usual. She took no time in making herself the centre of attention the moment she reached the main square. "Who was it!?" she shrieked. "Who were the ones who attempted to enter my room at night!?" She folded her wings and paced around the square...

"How unfortunate," Mademoiselle replied. It wasn't long before she arrived at some kind of hotel lobby. She landed back on the ground, shoved the uneducated man aside with a wing and looked inside. What she saw inside sent her reeling, yet she steeled herself and went inside. It took some...

Mademoiselle snarled. She took great offence to that. Feathers instinctively stood on their ends as she eyed the man closely, taking note of the way he reacted to comment about nightmares. "Were you never taught basic manners, sir?" she asked, almost giggling, with mocking pity.

Though she was unamused by the man's crudeness and lack of respect (must have been uneducated), Mademoiselle held her tongue as she gathered that she wouldn't find the skeleton anytime soon. The mention of food piqued her interest, she hadn't eaten since the incident, and she might be able to...

Mademoiselle had been shouting at the receiver for at least ten minutes only to be answered with silence. Either the son of a bitch had the nerve to ignore her or, more realistically, the phone was never "magic" to begin with and she'd been screaming at nothing the entire time. Considering her...

Mademoiselle looked at the receiver skeptically, wondering if this was some kind of joke before picking it up with her mouth—an act that thoroughly disgusted her. Rounding a corner, Mademoiselle ensured she was well out of sight and earshot before using the strange phone. She took a deep breath...

"Very well," Mademoiselle said, calming down slightly, hiding her confusion. "Though I request for this to be done privately." She certainly didn't want anyone else to witness what she would say or do to that lowlife.

The yveltal's expression changed to one of fury. Of course. Of course he would use the pet name that charmed her all those years ago as a final twist of the knife of humiliation. Her voice remained low but the cracks of impatience were beginning to show. "I don't have 'one second'. Where is he?"

Whenever things went quiet, one could hear the faint sound of talons scraping against tiling. Following it to its source revealed a dark figure observing (or rather, sulking) the depressing backwater of a town she'd landed herself in. Her expression became indescribable expression as she...