A voting game... This wasn't what Grovyle expected. He was someone that preferred working independently and either use his physical strength to get by. He was hoping that whatever game that would have been enacted would be something that would have been, at the worst, needing the thirteen to work together... but deception and voting?
It wasn't at all what he wanted, but given the situation, he had no choice but to finally pay attention to the others.
Baraz barked out a laugh, holding a paw to his chest and tossing his head, beads jangling. "Of course not. If anyone here has gotten the best role, it's certainly me. It's only fitting."
It felt easier to look at some of his fellow companions first. He did have a human in his life that proved reliable, but those here seemed far to well dressed and adorned, like they were from a different world.
The Floatzel certainly opened his first statement quite boldly. "Hello there," Grovyle said, not sure how to introduce himself. "Seems like you're quite brazen and relaxed. I'd like to understand how you could claim to have the best role here. Is it something out of this world, or perhaps..." Grovyle paused for a moment, "you have knowledge of other roles?"
Morgan held a tendril to her mouth and laughed back, even though she had absolutely no clue at all what was funny about his remark. It was best to play along with these types. Avoid bruising the ego. "Yeah, of course, why not? You seem like a perfectly fine, uhh, buisel evolution." (Would that end up offending him? Hopefully not, but if it would there was nothing she could do about it. She hadn't exactly spent the last ten months memorizing the Encyclopedia of Species.)
The Mismagius was certainly getting friendly with everyone too. Maybe he was biased, but he never did trust ghost types much after Dusknoir. "And you..." The flattery toward the Floatzel was thinly veiled, perhaps almost too obvious. "What do you mean by why not? Is that affirmation of the Floatzel? Or is it merely trying to garner good will?"
Well, of course she wouldn’t just tell him if she was a Bad Guy. That would make her a very dumb Bad Guy. But Neo could at least take a peek into her emotions while she answered and—
Oh. Right. He couldn’t do that here.
Neo sighed and sat. What were they supposed to do, then? He wished he could skip all the boring stuff and get right to catching Bad Guys.
He supposed he still had important questions to ask. He tilted his head at the Fussy-Lady.
“You do not like to be floated?”
The Espeon seemed like another individual that was a little cryptic, but they gave off a more calmer feel than the Mismagius. Grovyle wasn't sure what to say to them, but he did wonder what the cryptic question was.
And of course, the human Kimiko who had been quite center stage. He didn't feel like approaching her would be helpful yet, given that there seemed to be others interested in her - but perhaps she would play a central role too.
He looked to the rest of the crowd. Though many had gotten up before the game started, Grovyle wasn't sure there was actually much to go around. It wasn't helpful if everyone was going to keep to themselves - after all, how would the liars be identified? Yet without the social background (nor the social energy) to back him up, he simply gave an expectant look at the rest, as if anticipating them to give their views.
