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Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1

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Catherine_Elysandre
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Posted: Fri, 18/11/2022 16:28 (8 Days ago)

~𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆~
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SIGN-UPS FOR ROUND ONE ARE NOW CLOSED.
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Welcome one and all to Dominic Lucarini's villa mansion. You have been generously invited to an amazing party, the likes of which this city has never seen. Do you see the jugglers and jesters, hear the jazz combo's music? Do you taste the amazing food served to you by the most professional waiters in the city? Don't forget to tip them well, they might give you some interesting dirt in exchange…

Who are you? Well, you all are actors, politicians, and all of the famous folks of the city. And who am I? Why, I'm Roxanne Ritchi, of course, only the most trusted reporter, and liaison to the Lucarini Family.

But the ten of you are the most special and powerful guests. You see, the Don has called you into his private chambers for the main event: a political takeover of the entire city. I'm here of course in my capacity as trusted advisor, but you ten are the ones who will change the world. But some of you are… unhappy with this proposition. And now the Mafia are playing a deadly real life game of Mafia.

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"Hello, hello! I'm Roxanne Ritchi, but you can call me Roxie. After tonight, we'll definitely be on a first name basis. Can I get an interview with you this evening? I assure you I will be quite quick..."
[...]
"Ah, perhaps you don't trust me. That's fair, especially since I wasn't... completely truthful."
[You have obtained a letter from Don Lucarini, inviting you to a private dinner event.]
"Your attendance is... nonnegotiable. But I assure you, you won't regret it!"
You follow Roxanne to the study, and see a table set for twelve.
"Yes, yes. Our gracious host asked me to deliver this to you, and take you here. Sit down, and enjoy a brief moment of peace. The other guests will arrive shortly!"
She leaves, presumably to find someone else, and you take a spot at the table.
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Hello! Please post within the next ~twenty-four hours confirming you are sitting at the table. If you do not post within this time, I will replace your character with an NPC.

Anyone with a special role will be messaged within the next ten minutes. If you are not messaged, you are a villager. A group palpad will be made shortly.
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Housekeeping:
Roles are random, and were based off of a random number generator with your number as code.
At the end of the RP, I will post the screenshot and a timestamp, proving I did not take bribes.
If you were detective/doctor and you did not respond, your role will be given to another villager.
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Guide to my Posts:
Red means Roxanne Ritchi is speaking.
Blue means Don Lucarini is speaking.
Italics typically mean actions.
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[Bracketed dot dot dots mean you are "speaking" to the NPC in a natural pause in the conversation.]
[Bracketed text means you are receiving an item.]
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HAVE FUN!
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edit: all roles have been chosen! check your palpads.

Quote from TechnobladeWhen you need someone to fix your sink, you call a plumber. When you need someone to fix your electricity you call an electrician. And when you need someone to overthrow a brutal tyrant, you call an anarchist!
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AprilxSkye
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Posted: Fri, 18/11/2022 16:56 (8 Days ago)
Ayran adjusting his suit and and tie, smiling, observing everything in the corner of his eye.

Ayran decided to sit in a spot where he has a view of everything, and the door. He receives this invitation, and didn't hesitate to join. He was a thief, a phantom thief, who was he if he didn't join in, in this wonderful game.

Ayran's suddenly turned crooked, and his gloves finger twitched, this game will surely be fun.
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Life sucks, but oh well. That's life, it's a war that we have to survive.
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Starlight-Gazer
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Posted: Fri, 18/11/2022 17:03 (8 Days ago)
He saw it. His house ablaze, angry mobs outside his mansion, crying out for him to go out. Marlon was still inside his mansion when a familiar figure walked up to him. And held a gun point blank on his head, before pulling the trigger.
Marlon woke up, gasping in shock. Looking around, he was still in his mansion but thankfully there were no mobs outside. One of his butlers came in "Sir, a letter has arrived for you" he said. Quickly taking it and reading it contents, it was a letter inviting him to a dinner party from a well known man, Don. Though he had never heard of this "Don" person he guessed to relieve his anxiety of his crimes catching up to him, Marlon prepared for the party, wearing a fancy blue suit and tie.
As they arrived at the place, Bruno, his most loyal servant dropped him off at the location. The place was more extravagant then he had imagined. "I'll pick you up at 9, ok?" Marlon nodded and thanked Bruno once more before entering. The entire place was huge in it itself. He noticed the giant dining table, it was probably where they would all sit at. Having nothing to do, Marlon sat in a chair and waited.
"Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery."

Serendibite
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Posted: Fri, 18/11/2022 18:25 (8 Days ago)




Hope Myel





At his work desk, the most powerful man in the world sat. Well, the upcoming one.

Granted, there were people with more wealth. There were some people who had more criminal ties. Money, power- people these days dealt in those currencies. It was all very barbaric.

Hope was not, thankfully. He was of the old type. Old money, old name. The Myels; a forgotten people, lost to the tides of the new fools. The ones he would be seeing here- new money, new name, a new sense of arrogance which could be swiftly crushed. A Myel's name may not hold power anymore- but soon it would.

He was the wealthiest man alive. Not in something as fragile as money or control.

He knew exactly what the letter on his desk said. He'd known he'd receive it, before it even came in the mail. His knowledge, his foresight- it was inherited by birth.

The Myels had knowledge. That was what was important.

Someone knocked on the door. He leaned back in his chair. The soothing tunes of Mozart came from the adjacent room. Entertaining guests who would soon be nothing but trunk music. Their cocky grins and their fancy cocktails would come to nothing.

"Come in," he called. He examined the glass of water by his hand. Pristine, and clear. His nails, scraping the surface, clean as a whistle. No charcoal under them. He was free of such things.

No mines for a Myel, ever again, if I have anything to say about it.

Frederick Bowman entered. His eyes were unusually nervous- darting back and forth.

Hope raised his eyebrows, leaning forward in his chair.

The two spoke in low whispers. "Ah, I see." "Can you attend-"

At last, Hope dismissed him, and Frederick scurried out, closing the door behind him. Leaning across his desk, Hope clasped his hands together.

The Myel's knowledge was all powerful.

So why now did he wonder if he were missing something?

....

Some Time Later...

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Hope Myel had arrived. He took note of the fancy decorations. True money. The pictures his people had acquired were correct.

He smiled at her, though inwardly he was working through the name. Not a wealthy one- but neither was his. He knew best that you had to be cautious of those with a veneer- especially if you hadn't predicted their presence beforehand. He made a note to punish the incompetent minions who hadn't delivered.

He thanked Roxxanne and took his seat.

He discretely examined the guests.

It was time for the games to begin. This was where he belonged. It was time to see if they did too.
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Glacierwing
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Posted: Fri, 18/11/2022 19:40 (8 Days ago)
Zynx stared at her messy desk, not knowing where to start or even what to do. She remembered. That's it! Don's mansion! The letter! Her brain had wandered to the thought of elemental launchers and was absentmindedly sketching. She dressed, tucking a retractable dagger into her hoodie pocket as she went. Hastily, she put on her light blue snowflake-patterned trainers, crawling out of her hidden hideout under the table. Oops. She had forgotten to take them off outside. The letter in Zynx's hand reminded her of what she was doing and she rushed out the door to the mansion.

She found herself wondering as she sat, showing nothing to the others. It was a little skill she picked up over the years. Does this Don know about my shady actions? He must. Nobody chooses a person that invented a tree planter. Her mind had quickly jumped to the contents of the letter, some of which included 'a deadly game' and 'takeover of the city'. Very well. Zynx would be on guard.

(Mind if I use bold for thoughts? I'm used to.)



RoyalUltima
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Posted: Fri, 18/11/2022 23:57 (8 Days ago)
Kaori was working late-night shifts in her hospital when she remembered The Don's letter. 'Oh no! I forgot!' she slapped her forehead. How could she forget?

She immediately closed up the hospital and grabbed her maroon coat. It was pretty chilly outside, so she was going to need it. She ran outside and jumped into her car. She pressed the brakes, barely making it in time.

She quickly hurried inside, only to find a dining table. She sat down in a corner chair and waited for the rest of the people to arrive.
"What it means to be a best friend is to be loyal and show that you care for them. Sharing and receiving that shows that you are a best friend to them, and they are a best friend to you. Being a best friend is hard work, but it's worth it when you meet your bestie every day and show that you care about them, and see that they care, too."
*AGGRESSIVE ASIAN PATTTT*

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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 00:20 (8 Days ago)
Theo had been laying down on his bed, fiddling with a part of a computer absentmindedly. He was waiting from another letter from his father about a job he needed to do. Because of course he can't see his son in person... When, instead of hearing the usual knock, a letter flew in from under his door.

"Sister?" He called, going to pick up the note. His sister was usually the one who gave him the letters. He opened the door, noticing his sister was about the sprint back to her room. He grabbed her shirt and pulled her back. "No you don't. Explain. This obviously isn't a letter from father."

His sister grumbled, taking the envelope. "Fine then. I can just take it back. But it's really important." She said, trying to grab it. Theo held it over her head. "If it's that important, I'm reading it. Go back to your room."

He skimmed through it. "...villa mansion...party...famous folks...political takeover?" He mumbled. He was a little confused. Well...it certainly is a break from the usual tech jobs... He thought about it for a second or two, before stepping back into his room. If it's a big party, I'd have to wear something formal...
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He had insisted that he could drive himself, but nope. One of his father's maids, the ones usually working around their mansion, had to. Theo grumbled and looked out the window, and soon they were there.

He stepped out of the car, brushing down his suit, and entered the building.

He was amazed, and a little scared. There's so many people... When actually, there weren't alot of people there yet. He just didn't like socializing. Sure, he was known by the public, but that doesn't mean he went out to meet people. He followed Roxanne, approaching the table and taking a seat that nobody was near. Please nobody sit next to me, please-

whew, longest I've written in a while
~im looking for a window! to another world~
~where I don't feel as lost and bored~
~i just don't wanna be a soft boy anymore~

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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 02:15 (8 Days ago)
Kendo burst into the room, blasting music through his flashing headphones. He looked around, mouthing along to the words of the song. He was... confused as to why he was there. He didn't get it at all, but whatever. He slid across the room, still jamming to his song. He cocked a finger gun at the other people at the table, giving off pure chaotic energy.

He slid into a seat, grinning like a fool. He pulled out his phone. he tapped on the screen a few times and turned on the camera. He took off his headphones, hanging them around his neck. He pulled up the hood of his hoodie.

"Yo yo yo! What is up, Y0utube? Today, we'll be eating dinner at a mafia boss' dungeon! Fun, amirite?"
The internet ruined me.

Heya.

Don't forget, there are always people looking out for you.


Catherine_Elysandre
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 02:21 (8 Days ago)
"Mr. Sato, I'm going to need you to turn that off. There will be no recording in this building."
[Roxanne has obtained Kendo's phone.]
"To prevent all... unwanted interruptions, I will need you all to power down all cellular devices. They will be stored in this safe for the rest of the night. Thank you for understanding!"
[...]
"We are just waiting for three more people, and then we can begin!"

Quote from TechnobladeWhen you need someone to fix your sink, you call a plumber. When you need someone to fix your electricity you call an electrician. And when you need someone to overthrow a brutal tyrant, you call an anarchist!
Technoblade never dies!

Wanna play some Mafia? Join a game Here!
-NeoSanchez-
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 02:26 (8 Days ago)
Kendo sighed. How boring this place was. Luckily he had like ~30 cameras hidden away somewhere in his bag. Rule 1 of being a YouTuber, is never to miss out on possible content, after all. He didn't become the biggest YouTuber on the platform by being complacent. He slumped on the table, bored.

"You criminal underworld types are no fun!"
The internet ruined me.

Heya.

Don't forget, there are always people looking out for you.


Serendibite
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 02:33 (8 Days ago)




Hope Myel





Hope's fingers dug into his pants leg. So far... no. These people disgusted him. All bright and cheery, mocking and unsocialized- They weren't worth the money they had.

These people... had never had to fight a day in their lives.

And though he saw them all around him- blissfully ignorant faces- the darkness began to encroach. He was 8 again. The mop rested across his lap. A girl sobbed, using her bloody fingernails to work at a closet lock.

Far off, his father coughed.

And then he was back in the present, as upright and surrounded as ever.

He wasn't alone.

He was okay.

Hope worked through his breathing, choosing to study a painting at the opposite wall. That was the first picture his spies had received. A crown jewel, worth more than anything he sold.

Stupid use of money.

And at last, he felt the presences of real people once more.
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AthenaLuminiaLediana
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 03:37 (8 Days ago)
Thanking Roxanne, Athena walked in calmly. There really was no need to rush. She was never late anyways. Silently taking a seat close to the door, she nodded at all everyone already there. A Mafia game in real life? This was going to be interesting. All of them she recognized. Some of them she had spoken to. Hopefully that would prove an advantage. She really wasn't that interested in the party, it was way too elaborate in her opinion.
"The worst way to die is due to post deprivation." - Athena 2022
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 03:41 (8 Days ago)
Kendo's mood shifted suddenly. He glanced around the room, examining everyone at the table. He recognized all of them. His grin was replaced by a thin, dry smile, the jolly glint of his scarlet eyes replaced with a cold, calculating gaze. He leaned back in his chair. Being a people person, he was good at analyzing characters. he could tell what the rest were like. their characters. their weaknesses. Athena was calm, not in a rush, and confident. Hope thought all the people here weren't deserving of their wealth. Cynical. Cold. Theo was nervous. Anxious. Probably easily flustered as well. Kaori was in a rush. Prone to mistakes. Etc, etc. How interesting this would be. Maybe... maybe he would sow a little bit of chaos.
The internet ruined me.

Heya.

Don't forget, there are always people looking out for you.


AthenaLuminiaLediana
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 04:13 (8 Days ago)
Kendo's mood change didn't go unnoticed. Glancing at him, Athena knew he was up to something. She would have to keep a sharp eye on him. There was no telling what he might do. He was unpredictable at the least, completely crazy at the most. That was probably one of the reasons he was invited, apart from his fame and popularity. The perfect person for a Mafia game.
"The worst way to die is due to post deprivation." - Athena 2022
Starlight-Gazer
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 05:40 (8 Days ago)
Marlon sat quietly, ignoring the chaos unfolding for now. Instead he kept thinking about that nightmare he had and how that girl looked familiar. Too familiar. Plus some words kept repeating in his head about Ma, a close colleague of his and Bruno being traitors, lying to him this entire time. He tried to shake off the thoughts but they kept coming back.
"Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery."

AthenaLuminiaLediana
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 05:45 (8 Days ago)
Athena surveyed the guests, her gaze landing on Marlon first. He seemed detached. Like his mind wasn't really on the current situation, thinking about something else, something that was haunting him. Really, that was typical, from the few times she'd met him, he was always like that. But it did make her wonder, what exactly was going on with him? "Marlon. You okay?"
"The worst way to die is due to post deprivation." - Athena 2022
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 05:52 (8 Days ago)
Marlon snapped back into reality after realizing someone called out his name. He quickly faced the person, that being Athena, apparently she was the owner of a VR tech company. Responding in his normal voice he said "Of course i am, i was just... Thinking about something important for an upcoming trial."
"Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery."

AthenaLuminiaLediana
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 05:55 (8 Days ago)
"Fair enough, but you seem quite shaky. I could help you with the preparations if you want, you know." She wasn't going to call him out that quickly, but she knew that wasn't what he was thinking about. There was something more, something deeper...
"The worst way to die is due to post deprivation." - Athena 2022
Starlight-Gazer
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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 08:03 (8 Days ago)
"Theres no need for that, i can do it by myself" He responded. Looking away for a moment. Marlon couldn't believe he got so distracted that easily. He took a deep sigh and started preparing by himself.
"Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery."

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Posted: Sat, 19/11/2022 08:31 (8 Days ago)
A doctor. A VR Company's CEO. A jewelry designer. An Inventor. An Engineer. A judge. The son of a computer company's CEO(Of whom Kendo knew personally). A thief. A Actress. What an interesting lineup.

10 people. Just like that game. Mafia. How fitting. The deadliest game of mafia, undertaken in A mafia boss' lair.

Kendo leaned back in his chair, observing the room silently, a far cry from how he had acted upon his entrance. He slowly swirled his wine, as he glanced across the room.

Athena, the CEO, and Marlon, the judge, were talking in a corner. Theo(Of whom he knew personally), was sitting, nervously. Hope, the jewelry designer, sat in his chair, seemingly annoyed. Kendo smirked. This would be fun. He sipped from his glass. No one would realize that this man, by every account looking like a cold-blooded killer, was actually a pro gamer who streamed daily on twitch.
The internet ruined me.

Heya.

Don't forget, there are always people looking out for you.