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Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokeheroes Mafia: Game 1wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream"
"It won't end yet," "I don't want it to end"
"But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime

"First, I would like to propose a toast. To Progress!"
The guests all repeated the toast, many of them smiling, or at the very least, faking it.
"Alright, let's get down to business. I mentioned briefly a... proposition that I had for all of you to gain power in this city. Now, we all know that those in political power have become greedy and corrupt, more so than usual. Every industry in this city is hurting. From the hospital, who is forced to charge higher and higher bills to remain open, to the taxes put on the technology industry, limiting fair trade. Every export tax has tripled (at least), and the public servants of rank are all being paid off. And no, it is not I who is doing the paying."
The Don chuckled at this, although the exhaustion was evident in his voice.
"I have finally had enough. Perhaps my name is not as good as gold, but when I had greater control, there was justice. I fear in my old age, many have wrongly dismissed me as behind the times. So my counter to this was to bring in the next generation. You all."
He paused, and smiled.
"I have a vision. Of hope, of a better world. Where the future is run by those who can make a difference."
They spent the better part of the evening hammering out details... funds the Don would give, how to influence the public for support, how to fineagle their number into the upper echelons of society. For the plan to work, each of the ten would need to act as one, and become the quintessential chief among their industry. It was nearly 4am when they paused for some fresh air.
When they all returned to the table, they found one of their number was missing.
Some brief searching later, they found one of their number was dead.
It was Marlon.
The Don locked down the house, banished all the guests outside from the ten, and surrounded them with armored guards. No one could leave. Each day they could banish up to one of their number into police custody. But the plan could not fail. Don Lucarini continued to try. It needed to be put into motion. The city was in a crisis.
"It seems there is a murderer or three among us..." Roxanne whispered to her godfather.
"The city will collapse if we do nothing. We must continue our scheming..." The Don had made up his mind.
Marlon, you are dead. Blame the three killers...
Everyone else may discuss. In 20 hours, I expect ejection votes. Put them in italics at the end of your final post of the day cycle. Be prepared for the next night cycle. We will be speeding up soon...
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
He watched everyone, who are either scared, or cautious, with a calm expression, while on the inside he was thrilled, he couldn't wait to know who the killer was.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Hope Myel (sorry my guy :'D)
He has no idea who he is, nor has he ever talked to him before, nor does Ayran have any grudge against him, the only thing was that Ayran is crazy on the inside and that Hope is unlucky to be chosen by Ayran.
"Good. Let's guess who the killer is, shall we?"
Looking around the room with a thin smile, his eyes landed on...
Ayran.
he was a thief. He couldn't be above murder. It just seemed like something He'd do.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Kendo had taken off his hoodie a while ago, now only wearing a crumpled white shirt several sizes too big and his baggy black pants. He tied his hair up into a ponytail with a hair tie he kept in his pocket.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.