[[I considered this too, and I do agree it's sus, but I can also see a world where maybe they were hanging onto the info for some particular reason? Or maybe were waiting to utilize the info later for a possible secret vigilante SK?]]
Flyg0n
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"Hana," she replied amicably. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders."
[[These are both true, but basic strategy still stands. Going over-the-top and out-of-the-way to be antagonistic to basically everyone and anyone is a sure-fire way to put a target on your back. Which, unfortunately, it did.
Can I self-vote? Lmao.]]
TheGOAT
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“Getting comfortable?” Astrid cooed at the Vulpix—a child, no doubt. Something stung in her heart that went ignored but not forgotten. It had been so, so long since she’d seen another Vulpix like her so close. And while it was to be expected during her multi-dimensional travels, that feeling was not tempered in the slightest now that it was upon her.
With a silent huff, she rested a tail on the Vulpix’s back and let her soak up her cold as long as she liked.
“My name’s Astrid!” But she’d already said that, and cleared her throat. “—Ahem. Hi!” She’d already said that too. “Do you know Diyem too? He’s quite a character.”
She should probably ask everyone that when she got the chance. Maybe this was some kind of experiment? A game, clearly, but she knew Diyem didn’t play games. Not to have fun, that is.
Astrid nodded. “Yep, caught up on that part.” A shame she couldn’t say the same for the conversations of those around her. She was so far behind the curb… usually she didn’t struggle with sleeping in late! Bad timing, bad timing. Ohhh, she dearly hoped her absence didn’t set off any unwarranted red flags.
Time to dive into things.
“So. First things first. That means anyone I talk to could be lying, and that’s built into the fabric of the game and everyone understands this and rolls with it anyway.”
She thought about it for a second. Really, really thought about it, and why she was here. Gosh, no wonder people were already upset and on the verge of fighting. Tensions would naturally be high when everyone was seeking the slimmest piece of evidence to use against one another. It was so arbitrary. So chaotic. Broken. A mess by design.
Following deeper contemplation, Astrid beamed. “…Wow! This is cool! This game reminds me of Diyem. Makes a lot of sense now.
“I wish I had exclusive info to give everyone, but, alas,” Astrid put her paw to her head, feigning disappointment, then wore a bashful grin, “I’m vanilla town. Better than mafia though.” She stuck up her nose. “Yeah, I’m talking to all of you liars in here. Um, the ones we’re definitely close to catching. We’ll maybe possibly sniff you out if you slip up, so watch out! You can take that to the bank!! Err, if there’s one nearby.”
Unsure who to talk to about game-related matters (they could be lying after all, or reasonably believe her to be lying!) she instead approached Diyem, fully believing him to recognize her.
“Looks like I’m your test subject once again, dad~”
Bluwiikoon
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[[These are very fair points! ^^ I think I got lost in the sauce of Poryfriend being very upset about losing their friend, and didn't really consider them coherent enough to offer information. I should remember that we can speak OOC as well as IC!]]
[[I think also since there were two deaths, I took it for granted that there's confirmed at least two killing roles (maf and sk) and thought that my info was basically useless? My bad!]]
"I also sus the bigger Coldpix," Mike muttered amidst the din, "we didn't get---."
"Dad?" Mike pushed himself off the wall, hobbling a few steps closer. He squinted at the pale Ninetales, then at the dark 'Charizard' she spoke to.
"That's your father?" Mike asked, setting aside the improbability for a moment. He leaned against a stalagmite and studied them both hard. His heart pounded as his mind raced. More damning proof that Robin really wasn't in charge here: she knew enough about egg groups and breeding. It wasn't a mistake she would make.
"Will he listen to you?" Mike asked, "can he stop all of this? Why are we even here? How do you know them? How is that your dad?"
AbraPunk
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[[ yeah wasnt it literally in the list of confirmed roles in the signup post lol ]]
HelloYellow17
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[[I mean I think there was a disclaimer saying not all the roles may be used but I could be misremembering things]]
[[Yes, it also said "nor will there be any nonstandard win conditions aside from Serial Killer's, if there is one" meaning there was a chance there wouldn't be one]]
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[[Astrid missed the comment about sussing bc she does not yet know what ‘sus’ means and is not terrific at reading the room or even parts of the room. Poor gal.]]
“Doubt.”
“Probably!”
“I dunno.”
“The story is so crazy you’d probably think I was lying if I tried telling it. It involves explosions.”
“I’m just teasing him,” she leaned in to whisper, “‘cuz he hates that sort of thing. It was sort of true at one point but, time passes and life happens. Or uh, time doesn’t pass the same for different universes, forgot about that… I guess I’m more like an old coworker. In the past, with his power, I was able to do some cool stuff. I guess that’s why I’m not worried right now! He wouldn’t, like, subject my soul to eternal damnation or anything, I don’t think. Right Diyem?”
“Doubt.”
“Probably!”
“I dunno.”
“The story is so crazy you’d probably think I was lying if I tried telling it. It involves explosions.”
“I’m just teasing him,” she leaned in to whisper, “‘cuz he hates that sort of thing. It was sort of true at one point but, time passes and life happens. Or uh, time doesn’t pass the same for different universes, forgot about that… I guess I’m more like an old coworker. In the past, with his power, I was able to do some cool stuff. I guess that’s why I’m not worried right now! He wouldn’t, like, subject my soul to eternal damnation or anything, I don’t think. Right Diyem?”
HelloYellow17
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“So basically, it would be vital to us to know right away if there was a serial killer among us.” Wes shot a wary glance at Porygon. He didn’t like to entertain the idea that they might be a killer, but…he couldn’t afford be too trusting.
He then cleared his throat and addressed the group as a whole. “Well then, if anybody else has helpful information to share, now is the time to bring it forward.”
"There's no way there wouldn't be one!" Ebony insisted. "Not with so many of us--the game would take forever! Also... there were two deaths! It was super obvious that we had a serial killer, before anyone even said anything!"
Bluwiikoon
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(oh no is he mad at me?? is that a mad face?)
(DID I MESS UP AND NOW NOBODY WILL BE MY FRIEND AND-)
HelloYellow17
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“Then why hold onto that info, then?” Wes said. “There’s nothing to lose by saying it right away…” he trailed off, remembering their tearful outburst. Okay, so maybe their mind was on other things, but still.
He ducked his head away from Porygon and tried fo ignore the guilt gnawing at his stomach. It wasn’t personal, dammit, he just had to be cautious. That was all.
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"I think this idea that people who don't cough up all their secrets immediately are suspicious is very stupid. How do you catch people in a lie if you come forward with all the truthful information immediately? You people insisting on that are either way too excited about catching people out for suspicious timing as if you were experts on suspicious timing, or you have another reason to persuade all the town to give up everything they know immediately."
HelloYellow17
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Wes raised his hands in a submissive gesture. “Easy, you—” he broke off into a squint as he took a closer look at who he was talking to. Was that a…humanoid feline Pokémon? Oh to hell with it, he’d seen enough strange things in this place. He shook his head and continued. “I’m only trying to put the pieces together. Obviously if anyone has information that will put their lives in danger, then don’t share it. But there’s a lot of us, and if anybody knows something helpful, it’s better to say so no instead of later. I think that’s perfectly reasonable.”
Ebony paced restlessly back and forth in front of the human. The human she was so sure was bad just a little bit ago.
"I knew you had to be bad because the way you were acting made no sense for a good cop!" she growled. "But... it also made no sense for a bad cop either. It would have been a really dumb plan, and the other bad guys would have yelled at you."
She snorted out an ember. "The things you said made no sense for any kind of cop. But... it does make sense for someone trying to get the bad guys to target you. Everything you said just now would have been really risky and dumb for a bad guy."
Ebony didn't like that. She'd been excited because she thought they'd found a bad guy!
"Honestly, I wouldn't trust me either," Mike replied. He heaved a sigh, leaning hard against his new pet stalagmite. "I acted out of bitterness, but not without purpose. I'm basically vanilla town now."
The words of the Ninetales swirled in his mind...
"Honestly, that would be a comforting alternative," he mused. "Could just be nothing." He raised and splayed his hands, eyes widening, "Forever. It's nice to have any afterlife confirmed, really. Ghosts notwithstanding, since we hardly understand their deal anyways."
Mike wasn't entirely sure which the worse prospect was:
Having to play this game to its bitter end, having saved himself from a quick death but prolonging his purgatory.
Or being voted out now, into some unknown fate. Possibly one separate from the Lucario and the Porygon-Z entirely. Possibly into his own personal hell. Possibly into the void he so feared.
It was times like this where he usually felt the great urge to stuff himself, and had to preoccupy his thoughts. But, and most peculiarly, no hunger came. Only anxiety, fear, and tension. This truly was some strange world outside of the normal rules.
Having to play this game to its bitter end, having saved himself from a quick death but prolonging his purgatory.
Or being voted out now, into some unknown fate. Possibly one separate from the Lucario and the Porygon-Z entirely. Possibly into his own personal hell. Possibly into the void he so feared.
It was times like this where he usually felt the great urge to stuff himself, and had to preoccupy his thoughts. But, and most peculiarly, no hunger came. Only anxiety, fear, and tension. This truly was some strange world outside of the normal rules.