WEEK 1 - TRIAL

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TRIAL

It's been a long night, with the knowledge burning in your brain that one of your number has died. Even if the victim wasn't known very well, this dangerous game of Mafia was still played, and that might be the worst of all. Not only that, but the Apprentice's warning still rings heavy in your minds - especially after seeing the state of Szayel's body.

The Lady appears for once when everyone is gathered, leading you all up the stairs to the third floor, past whatever glimpses of the upper floors you might get. The room she takes you to is, frankly, extravagant. There's snacks and drinks waiting inside, along with....a new person? It's a man, and as The Lady leaves and closes the doors behind her, the man tilts his head up and speaks.

"You can call me The Captain. Since one of you have died during the game, it's your responsibility to try and vote someone out. You have six hours to talk about it, but then-"

He taps on a box on the table in front of him, labeled 'VOTES'

"-you'll have to put in your vote so someone can be punished. Not voting, well...That's a lot like not playing. And trust me - you want to play."

The man sits down at the table, leaning back and placing his feet on the table while crossing his arms.

"So get to it."

As he says that, music begins to play in the room...


VICTIM: SZAYELAPPORO GRANZ

30 GUESTS REMAIN.

Comments

[tacticalespionageaction]

No.

[Just a regular old genetically modified supersoldier.]

[purrtagonist]

[huh]

Really weird, I hope you know.

[latebluemer]

I'm pretty sure that this place is... giving people weird abilities, and taking others away. Kohaku-kun and Granz-san both said it changed them somehow.

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What kinds of arms?

[tacticalespionageaction]

Take your pick.

[That's An Answer alright.]

[latebluemer]

You can probably grow spider arms, right?

[It's not an accusation, just kind of a statement of fact.]

Octopus? Gorilla? Robot?

[tacticalespionageaction]

All of the above.

[latebluemer]

But you only have the arms. Not any of the other pieces.

[So unless he wants to fess up to a sudden ability to spew spider webs, she's going with armed and dangerous, but probably just a mumbly old guy. Probably.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Yeah, arms only.

...It's pretty handy.

[latebluemer]

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Ugh!

[IS IT REALLY THE TIME]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . . . . . FFFFFFFT]

So if I asked you for a leg up, you'd have to pass?

[whirlingmace]

[ You're well armed! ]

[rosebridled]

[ stifles a giggle ]