Roleplay Mafia Minigame ❧ NIGHT SIX

<<I don't have much time to say this, Listeners, so I'll make it quick: Intern Wilbur is a very, very good boy.>>

((The true and honest answer my sweet Carlos is that it was very much a reactive action. I had reasoning (It was odd he was questioning how Wilbur operates; If he were feather-hunter, he'd be the least expected of Wilbur to track) but I'm a little embarrassed after hearing you say that. Had I given it more thought, I probably would have acted more optimally.))

((So goddamn tired, will IC later, but I put a save on Soren last night.))

((I hate that cat. XD))

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Amumu sniffled. "I don't like that cat..."

He continued sniffing as he walked into the town square. He'd never though that being followed around by a cute animal would actually be a sad thing. But, then again, he was Amumu, the cursed, little mummy boy. After all this time he should have known better.

Still, he was determined to continue and try to make the best of it. To try and help these people who have actually shown him some kindness. He saw Sayaka there by the time he arrived ((sorry for just putting your character in the scene, heh)), and heard her concerns.

"Well, from how it was explained to me, Luke's magic only protects people on his side. So, I guess, those of us trying to find the feather. But only from getting hurt, so, what I do, with my bandages, could still hit someone on his side. And if he gets attacked while using it, well, he actually doesn't hurt anyone. Just it makes it hard for them to move. Like my bandages do."

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((So what he's saying is, Luke's Guardian Field ability to protects all teammates from kills that night and lynches the following day, and stuns anyone who act on him that night. And sorry, AliceofOz, misread that thinking Kyouko was faking tears to be more sympathetic, heh.))

Soren shook off the bandages and the paralysis, a annoyed look on his face. He did not like being touched. Or hugged. Or at this point even LOOKED at by anyone else. He felt quite sore also from having something he DIDN'T see attempting to whack him, but had only heard noises and hadn't been able to pick up anything else from the sounds.

He headed off to the main square, jaw tense and distinctly unhappy about all that was going on.


"Hello. How did everyone ELSE sleep last night? If someone would be so good as to confess on who tried to kill me, that would be VERY nice. Also, I am now helpless due to losing my tome thanks to Amumu's hug."

Soren spoke in a calm enough tone but a rather deep-set glare was on his face and he was inches away from being in a even worse mood.


((To point: I lost my kill ability due to being stunned, so now I'm unable to perform any night action. I still have my secondary ability, however, which gives me a 50% chance of whomever I vote for to get another vote upon them, although that will not be reflected in the vote tally.))

Carlos and his sandwich arrived in the square. He was dressed in a new but completely identical lab coat, and his sandwich was dressed in ranch. He glanced around briefly, and upon locating a certain radio host, made his way over.

“Hi again, Cecil. I’m here for personal and non-personal reasons. I got you a sandwich. That’s the personal reason.” He then produced from his pocket a new but completely identical sandwich. “And the non-personal reason is that I have some exciting scientific news you need to tell your listeners. Or, well, all scientific news is exciting--all news in general is exciting--the fact that we exist in a world where things can be new and become news is the most exciting scientific fact of all.

“But in any case, according to my research and my scientific equipment, activity levels in Traverse Town were way up last night. In fact, I’d say that every single resident here in Traverse Town was doing something. Now, I don’t yet know what this means, but I’m trying to find out. Also I’m not sure if you like tomatoes, but I got tomatoes anyway, and if you don’t like them you can take them out.”

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(( Hey here’s a fun tidbit for you. Every single player in the game acted or attempted to act last night. Yeah, decided not to ask that bulletproof question because I couldn't come up with a good hypothesis for that one.

Pretend Cecil subsequently broadcasted that since I think drandahl is busy with work and won’t be able to post any time soon. Speaking of work, I'm off too. ))

The strains of the night had left their toll upon the poor blue puella magi. She was in a fit of disarray, her hair disheveled and haggard without its usual bounce, and somehow more dull, as if sapped of its vibrancy. Her eyelids drooped, bags leaving dark rings around her eyes where the skin was irritated and sore. Sayaka stood well enough, but with the air and demeanor of one that had toiled much, and she had not cared nor wanted to look at the damage done unto her soul gem, or gaze upon the roiling clouds like to form. But in spite of all of this, beneath her shadowed eyes, the corners of her mouth were tugged up in the faint suggestion of a smile.

Sayaka looked at Kyouko, and a small fire poked at the emptiness brewing deep within, feeding the void with fanning flames. Kyouko looked back at her, and that small gesture, alone, gave her the strength to carry on. It had been a long fight already, but it would only get worse.

She then gazed upon Soren, and she was happy.

“I do not know if you had any protection of your own,” she said. “And if you did, I feel you would be quick to call me out on my claim of saving you. By admission, Luke would not have been able to help, so it was either me or you. Maybe you do have a defense and you will not say either which way, whether you are seeker or guardian. But whatever the case, I know what I did, and I am happy death was thwarted last night.”

Sayaka breathed a sigh of relief, and the stars seemed brighter. She elected to ignore the few that winked out of existence in that moment.

“I would ask one favor of you, Soren,” she said. “I want to know whom you planned to attack last night, and, also...” Sayaka rubbed at her shoulder. “I want to know what you think of me—if you trust me.”

Sayaka turned to Amumu.

“Amumu,” she said, not unkindly, “I know you only wish to protect in your own way—even if that way is kind of gross... But, I know that you did not trust Soren. Why is that, Amumu? Why did you choose to stun him last night?”

And at last, she then looked to Cecil—and it was strange how there was an oddly scientist-sized black hole standing right next to him.

“Cecil, I have two questions for you, if you would be kind enough to answer. They are important, so I am surprised that no one—none at all, in fact—have asked you this prior to this very moment, however...” Sayaka cleared her throat. “Why did you choose to follow Amumu last night? Was it to see if he was up to something now that he'd be less likely to be followed, given that he already had been? And... would Wilbur see anything else of Amumu's actions beyond just stunning Soren?

“In other words, if Amumu had attacked Soren, would you have seen it, too?”

She was quick to turn to Amumu before the waterworks began.

“No—no, please don't cry. I just want him to provide ironclad proof of your alibi again last night. If anything, I am happy you were nearby while I protected Soren. It means you have good intuition!”

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((So. Tired. Augh. Okay. I do have speculations I plan to provide later on, and I can also explain why I chose to protect Soren last night, but I may wait until those speculations unless prompted sooner. I had a feeling Kyouko would be the other target, since she would be the only one that the maf—deniers/guardians/hunters could guarantee that I could not defend last night. I'd love to hear from both Luke and Amethyst (I think the latter seems to be busy?), and also, since your defense is now shot, can you explain things from your perspective and end, Kyouko-my-love?

P.S. Sorry my roleplaying has kind of gone down the drain. I'm just trying to fit as much information, speculation, and querying in as I can without taking up a huge amount of space... which I seem to do, anyway, I guess?))

((This post is just me having fun with Kyouko, so skip to the end if you're not interested in this kind of thing.))

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"S-sayaka you don't look okay. A-are you sure you'll be alright like this?" Kyouko was rarely concerned for anything, but...she looked terrible. And her gem...

'Ah!', the red puella magi snapped her fingers.

Producing a paper bag full of bright, shiny apples, she ran over to Sayaka, her happiness almost innocent like a child's. She took out the largest, heaviest apple and pressed it into Sayaka's hand. "Sa-ya-ka. You shouldn't neglect yourself, make sure to eat a good meal and you'll get back to normal, yeah?" She rummaged through her backpack (wait, she had a backpack on?) and took out several bags of jerky ('Protein!'), along with some chocolate bars, cartons of instant ramen, packets of differently flavored pocky, biscuits, cookies, (at this point, she was holding some of these items with her mouth), yogurt, lollipops, bags of salted nuts (now she was balancing them on her head), sandwiches, and...aha! She took out what appeared to be last thing remaining in her bottomless backpack - one single piece of taiyaki, neatly stored in a plastic container.

With some difficulty, she was able to hand the taiyaki over without dropping the other food items. Taiyaki was one of Kyouko's favorite cakes, but she had saved one last piece for Sayaka. It was her favorite filling too - she had broken it apart, just to make sure. Kyouko looked at Sayaka expectantly, a somewhat exaggerated smile plastered on her face.

For someone who had just been attacked for the second time, Kyouko seemed fine.

"Sayaka, I'm curious to know why you decided to protect that..whoever his name was instead of yourself, but, yeah. Eat first. Don't make me stuff this fish in your mouth."

And then, after realizing that they weren't alone - "...Oh. Right. Well I was attacked yesterday, but there was some mist in the way so I couldn't see him or her. I defended myself just as I said. That's all that happened on my end. And uh..I'm curious to hear you guys answer Sayaka's questions."

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((Riiight I'm sorry. I needed more of this OTP please understand. T^T

So yes I used Kyouko's defence last night. It worked, she is alive and well because of it. Kyouko's defence is a bit unique in that she can see who her attacker is, since she's creating a double of herself while she watches from afar. However due to other roles meddling in, she was unable to see the attacker. This might suggest that someone here is able to mask themselves or others? This information might not be too useful, especially since I was HOPING to finally get a name of a maf/vig, but got denied instead.

Kyouko has a second ability, though, so she can still do things. ))

Soren gave Sayaka a bit of a hard look, but relented in being grateful to her for protecting him.

"I do not have any self protection. I thank you for saving me from who ever attacked me." He hesitated a bit when asked about who had decided to attack before relenting on that.

"In a rather ironic twist, I was going to attack Amumu due to finding him a bit suspicious on being so quick to vote for me when I hadn't done anything at the time to warrant it. I'm inclined to trust you more then the other people present at the moment, since outside of threatening Cecil you seem to be doing your best to find the feather deniers."

((I do have a support ability, yep, but I haven't been able to activate it quite yet, but it's basically revealing my role power to who ever I have a support convo with, and I find out their power. But not alignment, and  In order for it to activate I need to vote the same as another person TWICE. So the only candidates I currently have are: Sayaka, Luke, Cecil, and Kyouko.))
Edit: Misrememebred something about pm support comvo

Amumu was about to speak up, respond to Sayaka, when Soren piped up first. His expression became even more glum. "Well...I was going to say I was sorry..." He shook his head. "At least now you can't use that book to hurt someone. Sounded dangerous..."

Amumu looked around at everyone else who had gathered so far. "Sounds like everyone was busy last night, too. And I'm sorry your plan didn't work, Ms. Coco."

((A certain someone insisted that I reply and told me to “EAT YOUR FISH.” I'll follow this up with an actual post addressing things. Feel free to take one of the lifeboats and hop off the S.S. KyoSaya to make your way to the next post if you want to get to the actual game.))

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“I'm... I'm fine!” Sayaka said in a stammer, but Kyouko would have none of it, her nose scrunched up and mouth twisted in a half-pout. The girl studied Sayaka, and then gave her head a sharp shake that flicked her hair in short arc. Kyouko then produced a bag brimming with shiny apples and ran over to Sayaka and placed a large one in the poor girl's hands.

“Sa-ya-ka!” she said, “You shouldn't neglect yourself! Make sure to eat a good meal and you'll be back to normal, yeah?” she finished with a quick tilt of the head, but seconds later she was rummaging through a knapsack with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. The bag of apples in her arms was soon joined by some packages of jerky, a couple of chocolate bars in foil wrap, a few cartons of instant ramen, some small boxes of pocky, and on and on until Kyouko was a walking grocery display with everything from biscuits and cookies and yogurt, to lollipops and nuts, and Sayaka's sore eyes widened with alarm at the increasing pile of food, now hefted up by her teeth and adorning her head like a hat.

“K-kyouko!” Sayaka said, nervous to even touch the girl, lest the pile of food come crashing down. “I—I can't eat all of this! I can't even hold half of it!”

But then Kyouko had found what she truly wanted: a single taiyaki wrapped with loving care.

Straining with the effort, Kyouko reached out with a slow, unsteady arm, her face worked with concentration and effort, and handed Sayaka the prized and precious cake. Kyouko had always been the first to chide and scold Sayaka for wasting food, and she was even more loathe to part with her own. Sayaka looked into Kyouko's face to see what the girl was thinking, but she had a big, dumb smile on her face from ear to ear, her cheeks bright and up by her eyes, which were a little wet and sparkled—but Kyouko would be the last to admit it.

Sayaka accepted the cake and nodded at Kyouko. She took a bite and then another. And it was good.

Everything was good.