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"I don't believe you." Lachlan's voice was serious despite the fact that it emanated from behind a beaglepuss. "I didn't want to say this, but I feel obligated to now, and I think there are enough of us left that it'll be okay if I die for it. I have been protecting the town each night. Or...

"Mm. I'm not really interested in revealing my power unless there's reason to, and at the point I don't think there is. Your suggestion that everyone remaining specify their abilities leads me to question your motives, I'm afraid. Don't you think there's a reason we didn't all just give each...

"Protecting, you say?" Lachlan repeats, now sporting a pair of thick glasses and a full, glorious mustache. "Protecting in what manner, Loki? Are you a bodyguard of some kind? A healer? I don't ask you this to paint a target on your back— saying you were protecting Dave did that on its own, I...

((i'm not really sure it's the same. as someone who (obviously) gets a bit frustrated when i'm sused as town, i sort of have empathy for people who act this way, up to a point. but this level of frustration— particularly the insinuation that people susing her are either scum or "batshit" right...

((also, even in the best case where you're innocent and this is boring to you because you're mechanically confirmed to yourself, this IS useful to literally everyone else. and there's SITLL no obstacle to you talking about other things that you believe are important, but when you had the chance...

((all right. i guess just saying that i've already addressed it doesn't fly so i'm going to quote every time i've explained why lynching inactives is a bad, anti-town move, since apparently it doesn't count unless i'm repeating it for the fifth time. so in conclusion, yes, i actually have...

"Hmmmm!" Lachlan pulls a bubble pipe out of his mouth and taps his chin thoughtfully. He's suddenly and wearing a trench coat. "In general, I don't think casting doubt on basically all information we accrue is a very good position, and I've already said, I don't think her vote on me made...

((i've addressed this specifically in excruciating detail probably three or four times now. you've still said nothing of it except for doubling down. once again, this does not make me feel better.))

"Hmmm..." Lachlan shoves his hands in his pockets. "Well, if we have someone with the ability to watch for activity at night, it makes sense that the mafia might be able to adapt and move stealthily too. I'm willing to buy that concept. It does make me wonder whether anyone else has any kind of...

((i mean, yes. i think you're a smarter than heavy-handedly clearing the guy you defended for no solid reason day one, and i was giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming your vote on me made any amount of sense. but if you're insisting it didn't i guess i can go back over why that looks...

Lachlan arches an eyebrow and strokes his chin pensively, like a goofy stock image motherfucker. "Hmm," he offers pensively. "Okay, so nosejob theory notwithstanding..." He takes a deep breath, channeling his latent literature major powers in preparation for the arcane Verbal Bulleted List he...

((i'm really good at not switching tenses))

"Wait a minute..." Lachlan's eyes widen, and he stumbles backward, hands clutching at the air in seek of a chair. They did not find purchase, so he stayed on his feet, legs shaking. "Are you implying that... No, it can't be...!" It was almost too absurd to say. And yet, he had to. If he...

"Huh? I wasn't talking to anyone. I mean, I was, I guess. All of you guys? Eheheh..." He shrugs. "It didn't make a lot of sense, but in the psyduck's defense, we're about to throw her in solitary confinement, so... Maybe she just wanted to blurt out the novel idea she's been mulling over...

((haha i switched tenses in that post oops. pretend i didn't.))

Lachlan opens his mouth to protest whatever dumb malarkey the fucking headache duck just shit out of his beak, but no sound came out. He strained against the silence, eyes bulging, but to no avail. What the hell is going on? ((haha, you like that? you look like a moron right now. like when...

((don't have anything more to say at this moment game-wise as i believe my vote is already on psyduck, but i just wanted to say i really enjoyed the writing in that post, sike! :D ))

Lachlan's eyebrows basically shoot up off his forehead. "Eh? You can hear my thoughts!?" Suddenly he looks quite sheepish. He shoves his hands into his pockets. "Uhh... Well, if that's the case, you probably know what I'm thinking, I guess? Literally. Haha." No one laughs. "Uh, anyway...

haha, seems like mostly you're just misreading my tone a lot here, i guess. will address things case-by-case but i'm not really intending to be rude here and sorry if it came off that way, this is just the way i'm used to playing mafia, hehe. mm. this explains some of the things you've said a...

[[ also that was a giant fucking wallpost, lol. i am unexpectedly free for the rest of the day. will probably write up an rp post later. sorry i'm being difficult about the writing aspect here, i kind of bit off more than i could chew with this game and thought the rp was going to be...