AbraPunk
Cosmic Guardian
"...Is that supposed to be a euphemism for something, hm?" Kent remarked snidely.then we're probably playing Rockets. Which means some of us are Team Rocket, and some of us are normies.
"...Is that supposed to be a euphemism for something, hm?" Kent remarked snidely.then we're probably playing Rockets. Which means some of us are Team Rocket, and some of us are normies.
"Pff. Like hell I'm gonna do that.""At the absolute least, I think you should apologize for harming Mike's foot."
“I did indeed say that, yes.”Wes frowned. “So are you saying you’re also ‘vanilla’ or whatever without any powers?”
Anti brought a hand up to cover his mouth, eyes narrowed in thought. "If there really are two, it's likely that one of them is a Mafia member. After all, who would get more use out of that information, the town, or the Mafia? I would think the Mafia, who would want to get rid of any boons the town has. Still..." He paused, eying Wes over before turning his attention ro Reme. "From my understanding, informed wasn't one of the powers our... malevolent benefactor (that sounds cool doesn't it?) mentioned. It's not an outlandish claim but... You, uhhh..."“That makes two of us, then,” Wes said. “I don‘t have any special abilities or anything, but...” he paused, unsure of how to phrase his next statement or if anyone would believe him. “I was given some information. I was told that there are two role cops in this game. I don’t know what side they’re on.”
The corners of Clovis’s lips flexed into a snarl. Some of the characters here were questionable, but this guy…Then, he summoned a pair of brass knuckles, and turned to face Reme, grinning wildly. "Make me apologize, why don't you?"
"...Is that supposed to be a euphemism for something, hm?" Kent remarked snidely.
Then, he summoned a pair of brass knuckles, and turned to face Reme, grinning wildly. "Make me apologize, why don't you?"
Wes rolled his eyes at Kent but chose not to comment. Instead, he stooped down and propped the still laughing Porygon upright again."...Is that supposed to be a euphemism for something, hm?" Kent remarked snidely.
“Gods-dammit, Kent, knock it off!” He shouted. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re mafia and just trying to distract us from the real problem!”"Pff. Like hell I'm gonna do that."
Then, he summoned a pair of brass knuckles, and turned to face Reme, grinning wildly. "Make me apologize, why don't you?"
Anti brought a hand up to cover his mouth, eyes narrowed in thought. "If there really are two, it's likely that one of them is a Mafia member. After all, who would get more use out of that information, the town, or the Mafia? I would think the Mafia, who would want to get rid of any boons the town has. Still..." He paused, eying Wes over before turning his attention ro Reme. "From my understanding, informed wasn't one of the powers our... malevolent benefactor (that sounds cool doesn't it?) mentioned. It's not an outlandish claim but... You, uhhh..."
Much as he didn’t want to, Wes gave a curt nod and muttered, “Yeah. I agree.”Altair paced around for a bit before shrugging. "Lad, I only did the things I did there because I had to. Nothing more than marks in the sand at this point." He trailed off into thought. "If there are two Role-Cops here, that means—with our numbers—that they're either one for each side or both are Innocent as it'd be unbalanced for both to be scum. I find the former more likely as Role-Cop is a very common Mafia role."
Steven awoke to a familiar darkness. It was odd, because it wasn't like waking up from sleep. He couldn't even remember dozing off, but he wasn't tired either. The darkness, though, was surprising. He was back in a cave, right back where he started before this whole insane ritual happened. But... No, he wasn't back home. The stalactites, they were all wrong, and the color of the rock didn't match, too striated to be the igneous formation he'd been exploring...A somber, quiet atmosphere filled the air this time around. The group emerged not in a field this time, but instead a great cave complex after the night had fallen into complete and utter darkness. When light finally returned, streaming weakly through holes in the rocky ceilings, they counted eighteen strong. Two had been eliminated.
After they all entered the central cavern, Diyem tossed two letters on the ground for them all to see.
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PNS-NT was eliminated. They were innocent.
Ferry was eliminated. He was innocent.
Night 1 will begin in 48 hours.
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Diyem stood by, sitting in the corner of the caverns to watch with an impassive stare. "Perhaps now," he said, "you will see that this ritual is not merely a game. No matter where you look and how thoroughly you search, you will not find them. They have been claimed."
Wes rolled his eyes at Kent but chose not to comment. Instead, he stooped down and propped the still laughing Porygon upright again.
Then, he summoned a pair of brass knuckles, and turned to face Reme, grinning wildly. "Make me apologize, why don't you?"
As he spoke, he caught sight of the other, non-pokemon creature getting read to fight the very person he was trying to interrogate (it sounded cooler than question, ok?). "Hey, stop that! I'm trying to talk here!"
[[To be clear, I'm asking @Fusion if he happened to get any information with his role, since he's already claiming.
Keeping turning people against you, and I wouldn't be surprised when you're the next victim in this game. Beaten to a bloody pulp, perhaps not even in a state that anyone with the misfortune of being close to you would recognize."
Me? Dying? Hell no. If I had my full power, why, I'd be able to kill all of you in a heartbeat.
"Heheh... but since you're so adamant on letting me get the first hit..." His giggles turned to full-on maniacal laughter, as a bright light enveloped his form, and he changed...
"Let's fight, then." He charged at Reme.
He then giggled. "Heheh... but since you're so adamant on letting me get the first hit..." His giggles turned to full-on maniacal laughter, as a bright light enveloped his form, and he changed...
"Let's fight, then." He charged at Reme.
Almost as if she followed a routine, Reme reached into her bag, pulling out a tiny metal rod. She pressed a button on the side of it, and it suddenly extended downward, with enough force to send Reme skyward over Kent. She landed on her feet, pointing one end of her staff at Kent. "I really shouldn't be cocky--" For the love of god she knew she shouldn't, karma was always a bitch, "--so I'll go ahead and retract my previous statement. The last thing we need now is a fight. And I would hate to tire myself putting you down."