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[Day 1] Odile's 7 Deadly Scumtells Mafia

Panoramic_Vacuum

Hoenn around
Partners
  1. aggron
  2. lairon
"Does it really?" he replied, bravely attempting to sound casual. "Do you leave so fleeting an impression? Somehow, I imagine not."
Wallace peeked back over his shoulder as they walked, wearing a sly smile. "Fleeting? Oh, Matthias, no. It's just that my name is usually the least memorable thing I leave with most."

He turned his attention forward once more, but not before saying, "Love the scarf, by the way."

And as quickly as it started, the excitement quiets, leaving her standing in a heavy silence as she waited for reactions. Gasps of fear, stunned exclamations, or, preferably, applause. A lot of work into this, and she expected to be acknowledged.

"Well?"
Wallace broke the resounding silence with quiet, yet enthusiastic applause. "How marvelous. Appreciation of the avant-garde is a dying art. I'm so glad to see someone determined to keep the movement alive."

He picked a few pieces of confetti from his shoulders. "A shame about the confetti, though. I rather hate to see the pollution of your beautiful blood sea."
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed
Staff
Premium
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
  5. mimikyu
"Ah, we have our answer, then. It is we who are the sluts. We are also... bitches, apparently. How theatrical!"
"How marvelous. Appreciation of the avant-garde is a dying art. I'm so glad to see someone determined to keep the movement alive."

He picked a few pieces of confetti from his shoulders. "A shame about the confetti, though. I rather hate to see the pollution of your beautiful blood sea."
There we go. She found her favorites. For now.

She jabbed one of her clawed finger toward the greninja and man with the fantastically pointy pubic bones--she had a couple buried somewhere that didn't compare, and she felt a surge of Envy over the ones he had. If things went poorly here, she'd make a mental note.

"This is the correct response. The rest of you cucks need to take note."

She had no reaction.
Black eyes settled on the ghost, her toothy grin disintegrating into a harrowing frown while her gold irises blazed. "And you need to go die in a hole. Perhaps the second time."
 
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Persephone

Infinite Screms
Pronouns
her/hers
Partners
  1. mawile
  2. vulpix-alola
Morgan grimaced. So much for learning to pass as a normal ghost. “Yes.”

That was all she offered. She was content to move towards the ‘party’ in silence. Then she stared silently at the slightly-off seeming woman who, based on her voice, seemed to be the weed girl. She had no reaction.

[Query: What is the kilocalorie or wattage equivalent or the satiation experienced by induced terror?]

Host Entity has appearance of a human female slightly larger than your pet. How curious. Is it more plausible that a human would have the power to host this game or that a pokémon with that degree of power would voluntarily present as human?

Should you ask or avoid drawing attention to yourself? It would be possible to hide behind the half-slugma you cannot wait to dissect. Host Entity expressed affinity for players that spoke with it. The path seems safe.

[Query:Host What species are you?]
 

HelloYellow17

Gym Leader
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. suicune
  2. umbreon
  3. mew
  4. lycanroc-wes
  5. leafeon-rui
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He was…swimming? No. Nonononono. He could not be swimming, because if he was swimming, that meant he was wet, and if there was anything Neo hated most of all in this world, it was getting wet.

He lurched upwards with a yowl, relieved when he seemed to pull himself out of the…water? But it was red. And smelled funny. Blood? Whose blood was it? They probably weren’t feeling very good if it was theirs.

He shook himself, though strangely enough, he wasn’t actually wet at all.

Huh.

That was nice.

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Puffing out his chest in a show of confidence, Neo staggered towards the group. He knew what this was: he’d done this before. It was one of those game dreams, the kind where he sniffed out bad guys and delivered justice.

Neo liked these game dreams. He was the best at them. And Neo liked things he was best at. (Which was everything.)

Then a sign popped up, and Neo could actually read it. Wow, he loved these dreams. He could do everything here! He had no idea what a “slut” was, though, but it surely had to be a compliment. He followed the directions with a pleased purr.

When their host finally made her arrival, he was almost disappointed at how…normal she looked. And vaguely familiar. Had he seen her before?


Well, might as well return the greeting. She’d been friendly, after all. He sat before her, curling his tail around his paws, and chirped a greeting.

He paused, tilting his head in consideration, then added a little more.

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“Hello, slut!”
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed
Staff
Premium
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
  5. mimikyu
[Query:Host What species are you?]
"Your mom, obviously."

Adequately proud of herself, she launched off the stage, taking to the inky sky and performing a single flip before hovering back to the blood with a speed that didn't match her apparent body weight. Before she landed, however, she shrunk down to the shape of a tumbleweed with wings before expanding into the horrifying shape of the bramble dragon, wings stretching upward like gargantuan dead trees. She landed on the tips of her sneakers, back to that human form. It was like she hadn't changed at all.

"Actually, do metagross have mothers? You're basically a hivemind. Never thought too hard about how that works."

She didn't give it much thought before shrugging.

“Hello, slut!”
She opened her mouth to make another comment, but the chirping from the espeon made her frightening features light up. Another favorite.

"I like your spirit!" And the shape of his head. Another thing to make note of, just in case. "I know an Eon who could learn a thing or two from you. Fucking pearl clutcher, I swear to gods."

She released a huff and settled back on her heels, turning her attention back to the metagross. "But since you asked kinda nicely..."

Having commandeered most of the attention, she sauntered toward the middle of the group and politely clasped her hands behind her back, rocking between her toes and heels.

"Hiiiiii," she greeted. "My enemies call me Satan—or The Disobedient One, depending on who you ask,” she snickered, as if she were mentioning idle gossip. “My victims call me Vivid Calamity, my followers and kin call me Mother, and my friends call me Venira. But my best name by far is Odile. As in reviled in style, or, if you have a dumbass Kalosian accent, as in the most surreal zeal.”

She paused for emphasis, eyes darting around to quickly make eye contact with each one of her new friends. Then, she cracked a sly grin.

"I'm otherwise referred to as the Legendary Pokemon of Wrath. Absolutely shitting-your-pants charmed I'm sure."
 
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Flyg0n

Flygon connoisseur
Premium
Pronouns
She/her
Partners
  1. flygon
  2. swampert
  3. ho-oh
  4. crobat
  5. orbeetle
  6. joltik
  7. salandit
  8. tyrantrum
  9. porygon
  10. giratina-origin
  11. houndoom
"̷̨̛̜̬͈͘͝H̵̢͎̬̻̆O̵̠͉͍̿N̴͉͈̠̈͑͝Ị̵̰͍̻̔Ë̵̮͎͕̮́̎̕E̸͈̋͌E̷̲̙͋͂͘E̴̛̺̳̍̚S̵̟̓͐̇̈S̴̻̝̭̊͝S̵͎̻͒̂Ś̵̫̬̘̂Ş̵͓͎̯́̿͗͘,̸͈̣̾͝ ̵̹̑̐̕Ỉ̴̙͔'̵̢̰͇͊̎̓M̵͍̻͕̂̅̃̈́ ̸̬͙̗͍͐̀̓H̶̛̼̦͠Ǫ̷̺̞̐ͅO̴̧̘̱̔̿̾̕ͅO̶͍̍O̵̹͔͕̽O̷͈̊̑̊O̴̳̍O̴̬̫͍̓̽̽̓M̷̛̤̰͛E̵̢̧͓̦͊͝!̵̖̆͌͌͜"̶̟̝̀̅͘͝


"Well?"
Anubis sneezed as a piece of confetti landed on his nose, then impulsively howled along as the strange woman yelled about being home.

This human was very showy. Reminded him of those... what did Koa call them? Coordinators? He'd never understand all the flashiness or need to show off, especially since those coordinator pokemon couldn't handle his packmates in a fight.

"The blood is a nice touch."

He had no idea what all this had to do with the game, though.

"I'm otherwise referred to as the Legendary Pokemon of Wrath.

Anubis perked up at that. A Legendary! Koa was looking for those. He'd have to tell Koa about this... legend of wrath. It was not one he'd heard his pack leader speak of in any of his long, loud, ramblings.

"It as an honor to meet a legendary! Though I've never heard of one embodying wrath. My train calls me Anubis."
 

HelloYellow17

Gym Leader
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. suicune
  2. umbreon
  3. mew
  4. lycanroc-wes
  5. leafeon-rui
"I like your spirit!" she gasped. "I know an Eon who could learn a thing or two from you. Fucking pearl clutcher, I swear to gods."
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What was a “pearl clutcher”? …And what was a pearl?

Satan-Mother-Venira-Odile said a lot of words Neo didn’t understand. It was a shame Wes couldn’t understand Neo’s exact vocabulary back home; he might have been able to educate Neo on phrases like “shitting your pants” and “bitches”. Maybe Novo would know.

Well, she seemed happy, anyway. So Neo must have said the right thing!

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He watched her transformations with awe. This host was cool. He especially liked her dragon form. He told her as much with a wave of his tail and another chirp. This was going to be a fun game!

He drew himself up to his full height and puffed out his chest to introduce himself.

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“Neo! I am Neo! I like you!”

A shame his intro couldn’t include transforming into a dragon. Was there a move that could let him do that? He’d have to pester Wes about it.

He blinked at the Growly-Dog beside him. He looked cool, too. And he smelled like a Dark type, like Novo. Neo decided he liked him, too, and greeted him with a
 

Shiny Phantump

Through Dream, I Travel
Location
Hallownest
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon
  2. absol-mega
  3. silvally-psychic
  4. ninetales-phantump
  5. cosmog
  6. gallade-phantump
  7. ceruledge-phantump
  8. mismagius
[Query: What is the kilocalorie or wattage equivalent or the satiation experienced by induced terror?]
This piece of scrap metal was starting to get on her nerves. “I don’t have units for it or anything. I’m not a bloody computer! But comparatively, it was pretty intense?”

She gestured at the pearls around her neck, which continued glowing. “You’ve pretty much saturated me with just that. It’s the most… it was…” Delicious, tantalizing, she wanted it again.
“It was a lot to take in.”

"This is the correct response. The rest of you cucks need to take note."

Black eyes settled on the ghost, her toothy grin disintegrating into a harrowing frown while her gold irises blazed. "And you need to go die in a hole. Perhaps the second time."
“I’ve never died in a hole.” Technically, she’d never died at all. Fallers could end up as whatever, not just ghosts. Species assignment was more than a roll of the dice as far as anyone knew. Learning that fact hadn’t changed her feeling on the divide between her two lives very much.

She rolled her eyes. “Did you want me to act more impressed about the blood ocean and the sad balloon chair next time, or more excited for… the behaviour I don’t have the requisite organs for?”

"Hiiiiii," she greeted. "My enemies call me Satan—or The Disobedient One, depending on who you ask,” she snickered, as if she were mentioning idle gossip. “My victims call me Vivid Calamity, my followers and kin call me Mother, and my friends call me Venira. But my best name by far is Odile. As in reviled in style, or, if you have a dumbass Kalosian accent, as in the most surreal zeal.”
Odile’s list of names flipped Morgan’s demeanour towards her in an instant.

“Wait, you’re Satan as in, like, the Satan? The something something fallen anger one?”

That thought made her giggle. “Didn’t know you were a chick, Satan. Good for you.”
 

Flyg0n

Flygon connoisseur
Premium
Pronouns
She/her
Partners
  1. flygon
  2. swampert
  3. ho-oh
  4. crobat
  5. orbeetle
  6. joltik
  7. salandit
  8. tyrantrum
  9. porygon
  10. giratina-origin
  11. houndoom
Anubis gave a soft woof in reply to the Espeon's greeting, then trotted over to touch noses with with him. Neo seemed like a nice mon, not like some of the others.

"Hello!" he said, tail wagging slightly.
 

Chibi Pika

Stay positive
Staff
Premium
Location
somewhere in spacetime
Pronouns
they/them
Partners
  1. pikachu-chibi
  2. lugia
  3. palkia
  4. lucario-shiny
  5. incineroar-starr
  6. grovyle-ralsen
Baraz laughed heartily. “So it seems a Saint has graced our presence! A demonic one at that.” Saint being the closest equivalent to legendary in his tongue… but from his general expression, it seemed the word carried no presumption of good will. Quite the contrary.

The Floatzel grinned toothily. “Tell me about this game of yours. I expect to be entertained.”
 
Day 1 New

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed
Staff
Premium
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
  5. mimikyu
Oh how Odile relished in listening to mortals tell her how great she was.
"It as an honor to meet a legendary! Though I've never heard of one embodying wrath. My train calls me Anubis."
Her grin, however, faltered into something of a grimace. "Y-yeeeeaaaah well, I like to keep things on the down low. Being a vengeful, vampiric entity is much more fun that way."

She rolled her shoulders, tendons and bones cracking unnaturally. Nonetheless, she sighed with relief. "But I'm happy to pop your knowledge cherry."

“Neo! I am Neo! I like you!”
She turned and threw some finger guns Neo's way.

"And I like you too, random espeon citizen!"

“Wait, you’re Satan as in, like, the Satan? The something something fallen anger one?”

That thought made her giggle. “Didn’t know you were a chick, Satan. Good for you.”
She was even more tickled to hear that that dry-ass ghost had come around. She released a deep chuckle, shining her blackened claws on her jacket. "Something like that indeed. The Christians like to take credit for that shit, but little do they know. Not that they could ever dream of coming up with anything as horrifically carnage-causing as I. Has any god of theirs started six different apocalypses? I think fucking not."

Baraz laughed heartily. “So it seems a Saint has graced our presence! A demonic one at that.”
It was getting to be too much. So many kind complements. This was already going far better than the last game she'd run.

"You're so welcome."

The Floatzel grinned toothily. “Tell me about this game of yours. I expect to be entertained.”
The Floatzel's request was enough to force more glee into Odile's person--so much so that she looked ready to burst.

"Oh, you will be!" she cackled. "Don't be fooled by the small group, the last game I ran had about a hundred-fifty or so, and by the time we were done, only 13 had fully survived. It was fun, buuuutttt I took that as a sign that 13 was my max. And that handing everyone ancient eldritch weaponry and acidic gas bombs was probably not my brightest idea."

Another thought occurred to her and she quickly tapped a finger to her lips. "By the way, if you find any teeth, kneecaps, or clavicles floating around here, those are mine."

The stage, confetti, lights, and whatever was left of the party favors blinked out of existence, leaving just the intrepid hemoglobular adventurers alone to bask in Odile's diminutive humanoid glory. She began to rub her hands together excitedly.

"Veeeerrrryyyy shortly, you shall all receive notes containing your roles, after which I'll leave you to your own devices to discuss how you want to proceed. Whoever has the most votes by the end of the day will be--"she dragged the nail of her thumb across her neck"--buh-bye. Well, not actually. You'll just wake up." A pause. "Wellll..." Her face screwed up, eyes aiming up toward the sky.

"Yeah," she said with a nod and an air of finality. "You should wake up at least."

DAY 1 HAS BEGUN!
Countdown to Night 1 Start
List of Players:
Flyg0n/AnubisHe/Him
Seren/KimikoShe/Her
Persephone/NocitlālinThey/Them
unrepentantAuthor/MatthiasHe/Him
Chibi Pika/BarazHe/Him
HelloYellow17/NeoHe/Him
lyrical/PleioneIt/Itself
yiran/GrovyleHe/Him
Dragonfree/GabrielHe/Him
Shiny Phantump/MorganShe/Her
Panoramic_Vacuum/WallaceHe/Him
OmegaDust/NHe/Him
EonDuoLatios/PeridotHe/Him

 
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Seren

Lurking
Staff
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. sableye
“Put the— Put Kimiko down, now. This experiment isn’t going to produce any meaningful results.”
You abruptly release your hold on the human. How far will she fall into the blood? Will it act like the surface of a body of water or will she hit hard ground underneath? There is science to be done.

In the span of roughly eight seconds, a flurry of emotion passed over Kimiko. Fear, confusion, a little bit of appreciation. But mostly fear.

The metagross, for whatever reason, had decided to levitate her into the air, at which point Morgan... came to her defense? Why would she do that?

But Kimiko only had moments to ponder before she was released again, splashing back down into the blood pool with a sickening squish. But aside from some mild hyperventilation and a bruise on her bum, she felt relatively unscathed. The blood that had splashed onto her trickled off like water, as before. Out of the corner of her eye, Morgan appeared to reach out for a moment but apparently thought better of it. Had she been trying to help?

That is, until you actually find the "party," which is nothing more than a single red balloon barely hanging on by its dying helium, tied to the back of a white plastic chair that looked to be caked with grime and dirt. No sluts are present aside from those self-proclaimed, so its safe to assume your host was calling you as such and not just indicating any would be present.

She was distracted from those thoughts as something new happened, confetti and all. Kimiko stood and stared as her friend - actually, no, that was Odile, she realized - finally presented herself, waiting for a response. Kimiko considered hers; would Odile remember her? Surely yes, or why would she have been invited? Then again, who knew. Kimiko slow clapped for her with a small grin, feeling far more confident than she had the first time they'd met. "Honestly, I expected something freakier. You may want to mind your advertisements. How've you been, Odile?"


You’ve pretty much saturated me with just that. It’s the most… it was…” Delicious, tantalizing, she wanted it again.
“It was a lot to take in.”

That drew a nervous glance, and Kimiko subconsciously took one step farther away. She really shouldn't be surprised - she called it, after all - but old habits die hard and all that.

In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but think it rather odd just how many of the other participants seemed... less fearful and more amused by their welcome so far. Some were downright ecstatic. She, herself, at least, had prior cause... were these all people and 'mon Odile knew from... somewhere?

Regardless... it meant, she realized, that she was still likely to be the lightbulb to the moth that was Morgan for the rest of their stay.
 

HelloYellow17

Gym Leader
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. suicune
  2. umbreon
  3. mew
  4. lycanroc-wes
  5. leafeon-rui
Anubis gave a soft woof in reply to the Espeon's greeting, then trotted over to touch noses with with him. Neo seemed like a nice mon, not like some of the others.

"Hello!" he said, tail wagging slightly.

Neo liked Growly-Dog.

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“Hello! I am Neo!”


"And I like you too, random espeon citizen!"

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“Random” Espeon? He was Neo. And he was awesome. But he supposed he could forgive her for the oversight this time. Satan-Mother-Odile would eventually learn.

A splash distracted him and he turned his head to see a human (also vaguely familiar; had he seen her in a game dream before, maybe?) and two mon that seemed to be tossing her around. Oh! That looked like fun!

He bounded over, tail held high. He could help toss the human, too! Though she didn’t look terribly pleased. But why not? Wasn’t it fun to get floated?

He chirped a greeting to the two mon (one was a psychic type like him! Cool!), then sniffed curiously at the disgruntled human.

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“Hello. I am Neo. Are you a Bad Guy?”

Surely only Bad Guys didn’t enjoy floating.

[Note: this is all purely character flavor. No actual suspicion is being thrown here!]
 

Shiny Phantump

Through Dream, I Travel
Location
Hallownest
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon
  2. absol-mega
  3. silvally-psychic
  4. ninetales-phantump
  5. cosmog
  6. gallade-phantump
  7. ceruledge-phantump
  8. mismagius
Morgan lot a will-o-wisp and eerie blue fire consumed her note. She sighed.

“Well, that’s not Pact Killer. Goddamnit. Does that means everyone’s invitation told them they could kill people? I can’t believe Satan would commit false advertising.”

She glanced around at the other people.

“Why do we even start midday, too? None of us have done anything yet. If you start midnight then on the first day you at least don’t know if someone has info or is jumping on a random hunch. Unless we run with Kitty’s idea of just asking people real nicely if they’re Pact. Or, if they’re Mafia, I suppose. I’ll use the right words.”

Honestly, she wasn’t strictly opposed to just picking someone at random to dispose of, so long as it wasn’t her. But she didn’t have any hunches. Sides were random, so people she liked (Kimiko, mostly) were just as likely to be her enemies as ones she didn’t (Pretty much just the psychic metal crab) and she didn’t wanna throw out something at random. (Even if it might be fun to mess with one of the fuccbois. Froggy in particular seemed like he’d be most susceptible to being emotionally toyed with.)
 
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