Dave stared at the ranting duck.
"...You have been watching way to many fucking movies."
"...You have been watching way to many fucking movies."
[INNOCENTS WIN] Grand Opening Fanfic Mafia - Game Thread
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emerald girl
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"... Do I get to kill that Psyduck now? Anyone?"
[[OOC: I have no idea if I should focus on the vindication of being right on D1 or the impending doom of being wrong on D2-]]
[[OOC: I have no idea if I should focus on the vindication of being right on D1 or the impending doom of being wrong on D2-]]
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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 you think you're going to sneeze and then end up not.))
Lachlan closes his mouth slowly, heart pounding. That was his own thought, right? But he didn't... think that, not consciously. It wasn't his thought. But it was in his head. Did anyone else hear that?
((the authors heard it. everyone else either isn't watching you or thinks you're a right weirdo, though. except maybe hecto.))
Lachlan knitted his brow in confusion. He didn't understand what was going on, but it seemed vaguely related to whatever hogwash the duck had prattled on about. He attempted to clench his fist experimentally.
((Nothing happened. Lachlan can't even move his body without his author's consent. Hilarious, right?))
((There's no sense in resisting it. Just do what i say, okay? It's always been that way.))
Right?
Lachlan blinked hard. What was he just all hot and bothered about?
"Uh," he said clumsily, "I don't know what any of that meant, but I'm with Dave here. Doesn't really matter at the end of the day. We're still throwing that guy in jail, yeah? Let's get to it, then."
What the hell is going on?
((haha, you like that? you look like a moron right now. like when you think you're going to sneeze and then end up not.))
Lachlan closes his mouth slowly, heart pounding. That was his own thought, right? But he didn't... think that, not consciously. It wasn't his thought. But it was in his head. Did anyone else hear that?
((the authors heard it. everyone else either isn't watching you or thinks you're a right weirdo, though. except maybe hecto.))
Lachlan knitted his brow in confusion. He didn't understand what was going on, but it seemed vaguely related to whatever hogwash the duck had prattled on about. He attempted to clench his fist experimentally.
((Nothing happened. Lachlan can't even move his body without his author's consent. Hilarious, right?))
((There's no sense in resisting it. Just do what i say, okay? It's always been that way.))
Right?
Lachlan blinked hard. What was he just all hot and bothered about?
"Uh," he said clumsily, "I don't know what any of that meant, but I'm with Dave here. Doesn't really matter at the end of the day. We're still throwing that guy in jail, yeah? Let's get to it, then."
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Hecto listened quietly, staring at the sky again, and then at Psyduck. So she was part of the assailants all this time, was he...? He stared suspiciously at the air, his tail lowering.
((I, uh... okay, listen.))
"Then you are the god of gods of my world?"
((...That, uh--))
"Am I speaking myself, right now, or is this you, speaking for me?"
((Yes and no. To both of those. See, it's sorta complicated. Yeah, I'm... doing that, but at the same time, it isn't as if I have total control at the same time. You guys... sorta get out of hand sometimes, and I'm forced to let you guys behave as you would.))
"Then what is my will? A part of you?"
((Kinda. But if you want my opinion about it... I think, in a way, you exist out there, somewhere. You all do. We're all ideas at one point or other. Even I used to just be an idea.))
Hecto hummed, looking at his paws, then at the sky again. "Are you benevolent?"
((God, I hope so.))
Hecto sighed. "...I do not know what thoughts are my own and what are theirs," he said, "but I come from a world that I have faith in, and that I have a duty to protect. That has been my will, my desire, all this time. If I am ever freed from that will, what will I be? ...I don't think much would change. I feel... as if I have been beyond my world many times before. That perhaps my author, despite his absolute control, may still have to sway to our personal desires. Perhaps we give him trouble already."
((You have... no idea.))
Hecto huffed. "These thoughts are... troubling. Author, do you have power over my memories?"
((Memories are eternal. I can make you forget for a while, but, you know. They can come back.))
"Well..." Hecto grumbled.
((B-but when you head back to Kilo, you'll probably forget about it. Memories in Kilo try to isolate stuff that happens out here by your folks' design, so don't worry about that. Eventually you'll just forget organically, you know, it'll just fade! And stuff.))
Hecto smirked slightly, the first expression he'd made in a while. "...Perhaps against my judgement... I trust you." He looked to Psyduck. "Perhaps it is the author's responsibility to keep us true to ourselves. Bad authors may need a firm talking to by good authors. And perhaps, if the author cannot control their characters... they will control themselves. Author... may I ask your name?"
((Oh, uh... I mean... Sure. You can call me Nam... no. You can call me Noah.))
"Noah..." Hecto nodded. "Thank you. I trust you to protect me."
((I, uh, I'll do what I can.))
Hecto snorted, though his tail was up again. "Thank you for the enlightenment, Psyduck. But my will is my own, even if it is cradled in my spirit's fingers."
((I, uh... okay, listen.))
"Then you are the god of gods of my world?"
((...That, uh--))
"Am I speaking myself, right now, or is this you, speaking for me?"
((Yes and no. To both of those. See, it's sorta complicated. Yeah, I'm... doing that, but at the same time, it isn't as if I have total control at the same time. You guys... sorta get out of hand sometimes, and I'm forced to let you guys behave as you would.))
"Then what is my will? A part of you?"
((Kinda. But if you want my opinion about it... I think, in a way, you exist out there, somewhere. You all do. We're all ideas at one point or other. Even I used to just be an idea.))
Hecto hummed, looking at his paws, then at the sky again. "Are you benevolent?"
((God, I hope so.))
Hecto sighed. "...I do not know what thoughts are my own and what are theirs," he said, "but I come from a world that I have faith in, and that I have a duty to protect. That has been my will, my desire, all this time. If I am ever freed from that will, what will I be? ...I don't think much would change. I feel... as if I have been beyond my world many times before. That perhaps my author, despite his absolute control, may still have to sway to our personal desires. Perhaps we give him trouble already."
((You have... no idea.))
Hecto huffed. "These thoughts are... troubling. Author, do you have power over my memories?"
((Memories are eternal. I can make you forget for a while, but, you know. They can come back.))
"Well..." Hecto grumbled.
((B-but when you head back to Kilo, you'll probably forget about it. Memories in Kilo try to isolate stuff that happens out here by your folks' design, so don't worry about that. Eventually you'll just forget organically, you know, it'll just fade! And stuff.))
Hecto smirked slightly, the first expression he'd made in a while. "...Perhaps against my judgement... I trust you." He looked to Psyduck. "Perhaps it is the author's responsibility to keep us true to ourselves. Bad authors may need a firm talking to by good authors. And perhaps, if the author cannot control their characters... they will control themselves. Author... may I ask your name?"
((Oh, uh... I mean... Sure. You can call me Nam... no. You can call me Noah.))
"Noah..." Hecto nodded. "Thank you. I trust you to protect me."
((I, uh, I'll do what I can.))
Hecto snorted, though his tail was up again. "Thank you for the enlightenment, Psyduck. But my will is my own, even if it is cradled in my spirit's fingers."
Starr stares for a bit before standing up and wandering out the door. "Yeah, okay, whatever. Great work everyone. I need a break. Here's hoping I don't have a knife in my back by morning."
((Mad props to Walrein for giving us some of the greatest posts I've ever read. Truly beautiful.))
((Mad props to Walrein for giving us some of the greatest posts I've ever read. Truly beautiful.))
Dave looked wildly between Lachlan and Hecto. "No. Who the fuck are you people talking to? Did everyone just go fucking nuts? You do realize that fucking Psyduck was spouting the plot of a bad fucking movie, right?"
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"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 for the past couple years, since she's not sure she'll get a chance to write it in prison? Haha." No one laughed.
It would be hard to say that the day began normally; after all, it began with a jackal vanishing into thin air and his sobble being left to, well, sob, although the other characters rushed to comfort the young pokémon. The accusations were more heated, the defenses more intense, for after all, they'd decided that someone would have to be jailed this day. Things were serious now. But the discussion was, on the whole, normal, until Psyduck dropped all pretense of innocence and started in on a rant that questioned the very nature of reality.
Ess snorted and folded his arms. Look at that, some piece of shit spewing their whole sob story the instant they get caught, like their special motive or whatever somehow made them different than any other petty criminal. And of course all the humans were standing around like this was some kind of profound shit or whatever, and the dog Zygarde was having like a spiritual moment or something, and apparently everyone had forgotten just what they were actually here for. "Yo. We gonna lock this asshole up, or what?"
Mia had lost interest about fifteen seconds after the psyduck had begun spouting nonsense, and now, with everyone staring for some reason, she was hastily waddling off. Of course, Psyduck had just said she was a criminal, and the scrafty had obviously heard her too, so it must be okay to attack.
Psduck let out a quack and fell forward on her face as the scyther-morph slammed into her from behind, grinning broadly as she pinned the duck down with her scythes.
"How exactly were we planning to jail people, again?" Repeat asked, waving his pseudopods around at the featureless landscape. "I'm not exactly seeing anything jail-like around here, you know?"
"Watch this," Loki said. If they were having any sort of existential crisis, they weren't showing it, grinning nearly as widely as Mia. They watched the morph raise her scythe, eyes wide and totally intent on her prey, and then brought their staff down an instant before she could strike.
The featureless plane underneath Psyduck turned abruptly fluid. She was drawn under with no more than another quack of surprise, cut off as the plane closed smoothly over her head, sealing without a ripple. Mia's scythe glanced off it a second later, not even leaving a mark.
The "ground" around where Psduck had disappeared took on the brief aspect of a jail, a roughness like cinderblock walls, the notion of bars, the feeling of confinement. Then even this was gone, the plane returned to its unmarked state.
Loki giggled and leaned on their staff. "It's easy! All you have to do is know how to change the words. Some of us are already masters of our own stories, you know."
The vote stands as follows:
Psyduck - 7 (NonAnalogue, qva, Chibi Pika, Sike Saner, Namohysip, Umbramatic, Dragonfree)
qva - 1 (M&F (note: changed vote to Psyduck, but not until after end of day))
Sike Saner - 1 (The Walrein)
Umbramatic -1 (Virgil134)
Not voting: NebulaDreams
Psyduck (The Walrein) has been jailed. She was Mafia.
Night Two has begun. Forty-eight hours for night actions.
As a reminder, one Innocent player may convert to Mafia tonight (or on some night hereafter). If this occurs, it will be the last event to happen during that night. The player will still make any night actions they may have as a part of their innocent role during that night, and these will have their normal effects. The converted player will be informed that their role has changed at the end of the night, after all other actions have been processed; don't worry that you might have ended up Mafia without realizing it somehow.
Also, if you wanted to make an RP post but didn't get a chance to before this system message, you may make ONE during Night Two, even if you ordinarily don't get to do anything at night.
Ess snorted and folded his arms. Look at that, some piece of shit spewing their whole sob story the instant they get caught, like their special motive or whatever somehow made them different than any other petty criminal. And of course all the humans were standing around like this was some kind of profound shit or whatever, and the dog Zygarde was having like a spiritual moment or something, and apparently everyone had forgotten just what they were actually here for. "Yo. We gonna lock this asshole up, or what?"
Mia had lost interest about fifteen seconds after the psyduck had begun spouting nonsense, and now, with everyone staring for some reason, she was hastily waddling off. Of course, Psyduck had just said she was a criminal, and the scrafty had obviously heard her too, so it must be okay to attack.
Psduck let out a quack and fell forward on her face as the scyther-morph slammed into her from behind, grinning broadly as she pinned the duck down with her scythes.
"How exactly were we planning to jail people, again?" Repeat asked, waving his pseudopods around at the featureless landscape. "I'm not exactly seeing anything jail-like around here, you know?"
"Watch this," Loki said. If they were having any sort of existential crisis, they weren't showing it, grinning nearly as widely as Mia. They watched the morph raise her scythe, eyes wide and totally intent on her prey, and then brought their staff down an instant before she could strike.
The featureless plane underneath Psyduck turned abruptly fluid. She was drawn under with no more than another quack of surprise, cut off as the plane closed smoothly over her head, sealing without a ripple. Mia's scythe glanced off it a second later, not even leaving a mark.
The "ground" around where Psduck had disappeared took on the brief aspect of a jail, a roughness like cinderblock walls, the notion of bars, the feeling of confinement. Then even this was gone, the plane returned to its unmarked state.
Loki giggled and leaned on their staff. "It's easy! All you have to do is know how to change the words. Some of us are already masters of our own stories, you know."
The vote stands as follows:
Psyduck - 7 (NonAnalogue, qva, Chibi Pika, Sike Saner, Namohysip, Umbramatic, Dragonfree)
qva - 1 (M&F (note: changed vote to Psyduck, but not until after end of day))
Sike Saner - 1 (The Walrein)
Umbramatic -1 (Virgil134)
Not voting: NebulaDreams
Psyduck (The Walrein) has been jailed. She was Mafia.
Night Two has begun. Forty-eight hours for night actions.
As a reminder, one Innocent player may convert to Mafia tonight (or on some night hereafter). If this occurs, it will be the last event to happen during that night. The player will still make any night actions they may have as a part of their innocent role during that night, and these will have their normal effects. The converted player will be informed that their role has changed at the end of the night, after all other actions have been processed; don't worry that you might have ended up Mafia without realizing it somehow.
Also, if you wanted to make an RP post but didn't get a chance to before this system message, you may make ONE during Night Two, even if you ordinarily don't get to do anything at night.
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Losing her head
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As the sun, or whatever passed for it in this featureless void, set, thoughts swirled around Mel's head.
Psyduck had obviously gone off the deep end. That in and of itself was enough for Mel's heart to sink; Psyduck needed help, not imprisonment, but at least this way the Mafia's ranks had been thinned.
But it was nighttime, and Mel couldn't stop the small voice in the back of her head that babbled away, warning her that she had no way of knowing what would happen. She let out a breath and hoped that she and Repeat would make it through this in one - okay, well, two - pieces. They'd been through tough spots before, certainly; the incident with the Clefable at the peak of Mount Moon leapt readily to mind. But this was in another class entirely. Repeat had been at her side since she was a child, and if anything happened to him, she'd...
Well.
Mel tried in vain to turn off her psychic senses. Ever since she'd gotten there, they'd been next to useless; the haze of despair that hung over everyone drowned out everything else and made it impossible to focus her sense at all. None of her normal relaxation techniques were working.
And then there was what Psyduck had said.
Mel didn't buy it for a second, of course. But there was something about how things had gone for her... Lots of 'coincidences.' Being in the 'right place at the right time.' What if...
...No.
That couldn't be right.
Psyduck had obviously gone off the deep end. That in and of itself was enough for Mel's heart to sink; Psyduck needed help, not imprisonment, but at least this way the Mafia's ranks had been thinned.
But it was nighttime, and Mel couldn't stop the small voice in the back of her head that babbled away, warning her that she had no way of knowing what would happen. She let out a breath and hoped that she and Repeat would make it through this in one - okay, well, two - pieces. They'd been through tough spots before, certainly; the incident with the Clefable at the peak of Mount Moon leapt readily to mind. But this was in another class entirely. Repeat had been at her side since she was a child, and if anything happened to him, she'd...
Well.
Mel tried in vain to turn off her psychic senses. Ever since she'd gotten there, they'd been next to useless; the haze of despair that hung over everyone drowned out everything else and made it impossible to focus her sense at all. None of her normal relaxation techniques were working.
And then there was what Psyduck had said.
Mel didn't buy it for a second, of course. But there was something about how things had gone for her... Lots of 'coincidences.' Being in the 'right place at the right time.' What if...
...No.
That couldn't be right.
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Well. That had certainly been something.
Karo had anticipated that Psyduck's reaction to being exposed would be amusing, but that? Wow. That had exceeded his expectations by a good margin.
Thinking about it again threatened to set off another round of laughter. He barely managed to stifle it just as it made good on that threat; only a single, crumpled honk escaped. But man. Expecting him to believe that his life was just some kind of bizarro fairy tale? That his every word, his every action, was someone else's doing?
That this same "someone" had singlehandedly caused some species or another to go extinct?
That last claim was probably referring to humans. Which, in turn, only made it even more absurd. Humans weren't extinct. The survivors just hadn't been found yet. But they would be.
He would be.
((Karo confirmed for rock/denial-type.))
Karo had anticipated that Psyduck's reaction to being exposed would be amusing, but that? Wow. That had exceeded his expectations by a good margin.
Thinking about it again threatened to set off another round of laughter. He barely managed to stifle it just as it made good on that threat; only a single, crumpled honk escaped. But man. Expecting him to believe that his life was just some kind of bizarro fairy tale? That his every word, his every action, was someone else's doing?
That this same "someone" had singlehandedly caused some species or another to go extinct?
That last claim was probably referring to humans. Which, in turn, only made it even more absurd. Humans weren't extinct. The survivors just hadn't been found yet. But they would be.
He would be.
((Karo confirmed for rock/denial-type.))
A new day dawns on the narrative confluence, and at first it looks as though a devastating number of players have up and disappeared. Thankfully, this turns out to be a simple case of lateness, as people straggle in well after sunup, hollow-eyed and disheveled. Whether out of distress over Psyduck's claims yesterday evening or anxiety over the potential proliferation of the Mafia, it looks as though a lot of people slept poorly last night.
Unlike yesterday, it quickly becomes clear who's still missing from the group: Karo.
The nosepass had seemed like such a rock, literally, a tough if cheerful presence that people could depend on. He hadn't spoken much, but when he had, he'd made it clear he wasn't to be messed with. But after over an hour of searching, the group is forced to accept that the Mafia has claimed him as their latest victim.
Karo (Sike Saner) has been eliminated. He was Innocent.
Seventy-two hours for discussion.
Unlike yesterday, it quickly becomes clear who's still missing from the group: Karo.
The nosepass had seemed like such a rock, literally, a tough if cheerful presence that people could depend on. He hadn't spoken much, but when he had, he'd made it clear he wasn't to be messed with. But after over an hour of searching, the group is forced to accept that the Mafia has claimed him as their latest victim.
Karo (Sike Saner) has been eliminated. He was Innocent.
Seventy-two hours for discussion.
M&F
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[[OOC: well, who's surprised? if anything, it boggles that he ostensibly wasn't protected.
also, preemptive inactivity heads-up: I may be extremely busy come morning, will keep y'all posted on how much busy I will subsequently be]]
also, preemptive inactivity heads-up: I may be extremely busy come morning, will keep y'all posted on how much busy I will subsequently be]]
Starr kicks the door open with her boots. "Morning losers. Sleep well? Good, cause I didn't. Haven't slept a wink since we all showed up in this hellhole. Been too busy trying to put the pieces together on all this crap."
She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. It doesn't work. "Lucky for you all I'm used to dealing with shady people. I suppose it's high time I let you all know what my life was like in my world." Her expression turns cold. "I was on Team Rocket. Took me a long time to wise up and finally leave. And then we all showed up here, I thought for sure that the mafia were gonna try to convert me because of it. But only one person came snooping around my area that first night, and well... after everything that was said yesterday... I realized that person couldn't possibly be mafia. Which meant that I had to be safe."
Her sharp gaze lingers on the other characters, one after the other. "Now, I'm not gonna give that person away--if they wanna come forward, all the more power to them. And I don't know who did get converted. But I do know one thing."
She turns around, jabs a finger at Dave and yells, "What the FUCK were you doing with the Nosepass last night?!"
She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. It doesn't work. "Lucky for you all I'm used to dealing with shady people. I suppose it's high time I let you all know what my life was like in my world." Her expression turns cold. "I was on Team Rocket. Took me a long time to wise up and finally leave. And then we all showed up here, I thought for sure that the mafia were gonna try to convert me because of it. But only one person came snooping around my area that first night, and well... after everything that was said yesterday... I realized that person couldn't possibly be mafia. Which meant that I had to be safe."
Her sharp gaze lingers on the other characters, one after the other. "Now, I'm not gonna give that person away--if they wanna come forward, all the more power to them. And I don't know who did get converted. But I do know one thing."
She turns around, jabs a finger at Dave and yells, "What the FUCK were you doing with the Nosepass last night?!"
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"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 didn't, who would?
"Are you insinuating that Dave and Nosepass are star-crossed lovers!?
"Are you insinuating that Dave and Nosepass are star-crossed lovers!?
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((...I can't tell if he's serious or not.))
"I can't, either," Hecto replied, but then returned his attention to Starr. "Dave... what do you mean, between Dave and Karo? Starr? Dave?" He looked between the two of them with a furrowed brow, hexagon eyes glowing bright.
"I can't, either," Hecto replied, but then returned his attention to Starr. "Dave... what do you mean, between Dave and Karo? Starr? Dave?" He looked between the two of them with a furrowed brow, hexagon eyes glowing bright.
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Ess yawned as he checked his phone through squinted eyes. Still no signal. How else was he going to broadcast to all of his followers? Then he remembered he was still in this mafia game, with the same stuffy humans and other weird Pokemon from different universes. Maybe he had bigger fish to fry. Or at least, stop using the damn phone so early since it wasn't good for his Mon eyes.
He listened to Starr's story and sat up. "Huh, Team Rocket? I thought they were just on that stupid kiddy show. Y'know, the one with Ash and the gang? I guess it's kinda like a regular gang in your world, though. It's kinda like our world as well, 'cept no one knows their name. But they're vicious bastards, they are."
He noticed the absence of a particular rock-faced Mon, and listened to Lachlan's rant about Starr pegging Dave and Karo as star-crossed lovers. "No, dumbass, do you really think Dave's that kind of guy? I dunno how it works in both their worlds, but it's kinda illegal to do the do with a Pokemon. I dunno how it'd even work gettin' boned by a Nosepass. Stoned, maybe? I dunno. I'm gonna need to get stoned plenty after this shit is over."
He listened to Starr's story and sat up. "Huh, Team Rocket? I thought they were just on that stupid kiddy show. Y'know, the one with Ash and the gang? I guess it's kinda like a regular gang in your world, though. It's kinda like our world as well, 'cept no one knows their name. But they're vicious bastards, they are."
He noticed the absence of a particular rock-faced Mon, and listened to Lachlan's rant about Starr pegging Dave and Karo as star-crossed lovers. "No, dumbass, do you really think Dave's that kind of guy? I dunno how it works in both their worlds, but it's kinda illegal to do the do with a Pokemon. I dunno how it'd even work gettin' boned by a Nosepass. Stoned, maybe? I dunno. I'm gonna need to get stoned plenty after this shit is over."
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Mia alights with a grumpy expression on her face. "So, you're all getting off with a warning this time, but I hope you know that the next one who snatches my prey is going to get gut-"
Her attention is drawn fast to someone getting dangerously personal with Dave, but the words out of the confrontation stop her short of an indiscriminate scything. Instead, she eyes the unfamiliar familiar unrelated relative, inquisitvely awaiting for an explanation. Sure there's got to be one, right? He usually makes sense, after all.
Usually.
[[ooc: hmmm. it's almost a pity, considering that catching and hanging two mafiosi this quick will leave us with next to nothing to glean the recruit from. unless this turns out not to be the end of the discussion for some reason or another? I'd love to hear more clarification from Chibi Pika but I figure that's coming along next. assuming that's a truthful claim, anyway, which I suppose I will just for the time being. anyways, be it for pressure or for the inevitable bandwagon, there's the vote before I get asleep/busy]]
Her attention is drawn fast to someone getting dangerously personal with Dave, but the words out of the confrontation stop her short of an indiscriminate scything. Instead, she eyes the unfamiliar familiar unrelated relative, inquisitvely awaiting for an explanation. Sure there's got to be one, right? He usually makes sense, after all.
Usually.
[[ooc: hmmm. it's almost a pity, considering that catching and hanging two mafiosi this quick will leave us with next to nothing to glean the recruit from. unless this turns out not to be the end of the discussion for some reason or another? I'd love to hear more clarification from Chibi Pika but I figure that's coming along next. assuming that's a truthful claim, anyway, which I suppose I will just for the time being. anyways, be it for pressure or for the inevitable bandwagon, there's the vote before I get asleep/busy]]