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| Mafia VII: Ace Attorney; GM is Holls | |
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| Tiaro | Sep 7 2008, 10:44 AM Post #91 |
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BOOM! Headshot.
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Well, she's dead already sooo....
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| Nick | Sep 7 2008, 01:38 PM Post #92 |
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Crysta is like an old penny you try to throw away, she always comes back. |
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| Hollie | Sep 8 2008, 04:51 PM Post #93 |
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Resident Brit
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Night Phase 2 The Hermit Hollie lay down her cards again. Now she was sort of getting used to using the tarot cards; she was starting to see patterns and was able to interpret the meanings, at least somewhat. The Hermit. Being quiet. The Emperor. Power, control. The Magician. Precision, manipulation. The Empress. Health. Queen of Swords. Cruelty, intelligence. Even as she placed the last card down, she knew it was bad. But how bad, and who for? Back in the world of the Ace Attorney . . . Blank was paranoid about this whole situation. In Fef, he was always worried - be it about a bug that was going round, college, or even whether everybody would remember to turn up for the next game of D&D. Different book, same story. Blank was just as paranoid in this city as he was in his normal one. That was why he hated being out like this. He was dressed from head to foot in clothes designed not only to ward of the cold of the night, but also to disguise his appearance. So what if he looked totally different? You could never be too careful. ‘I think I know who killed Yzarc.’ That was what the note had said. It was intriguing, and Blank had always been curious. Cautious, but curious. Two conflicting natures, and this time curiosity had won. As he made his way down the street, he passed the light of a streetlamp - and suddenly stopped. He could’ve just sworn he’d seen somebody out of the corner of his eye, across the other side of the road, keeping to the shadows so as not to be seen. Narrowing his eyes, Blank copied his mysterious follower (for that’s obviously who it was) and moved carefully along the wall, keeping out of the light - but that was easier said than done. In the end, he made the decision to just run and get to the nearest place of population. He’d get a taxi home and be safe - never mind the note. But as Blank dashed through a pool of yellow light, he was grabbed and pulled back into the darkness. What the hell?! He didn’t have time to react. It all happened so fast. One minute, he was getting ready to scream for help, although probably uselessly. The next, his throat was cut and he couldn’t do even that. Blank, a Citizen, has been killed! DS was quietly drinking some coffee in a café. In was rather late and probably not safe for her to be out, but the tiny café reminded her of a place she used to visit with Reaver. The single waiter was shooting her a glare. DS drained her mug in one gulp, taking the hint. She carefully counted out the money and a small tip, then departed. She had taken no more than two steps from the establishment, however, when a stranger approached her. He was fairly tall, and although his clothes looked expensive she noticed they were a little worn. “Evening,” the stranger said politely. “Evening,” she returned. “It’s not safe out on the streets at night anymore, you know.” “I know,” DS answered uncertainly, “I just . . .” The stranger smiled. “Tell you what, I’ll walk you home. Company for both of us, right?” “Oh no, Mr . . . um . . .” “Jones, Henry Jones. But just call me Henry.” “Henry . . . right. I’m Meghan . . . Smith.” If Henry Jones noticed the distinct pause between Meghan and Smith, he didn’t show it. The grin didn’t fall from his face - if anything, it widened. “Smith and Jones? It must be a sign. Come on. Where are you going?” “It’s really not necessary . . .” DS tried to say, but Mr. Jones would have none of it. “No, it’s no trouble,” he said forcefully, “You know, my cousin, a month or so back - it’s not the sort of thing you like to imagine happening to people.” “Well, if it’ll make you feel better . . .” DS said uncertainly. The man seemed genuine, and pretty harmless. He was tall, but almost unnaturally thin. The journey passed uneventfully and Mr. Jones made no more than polite inquiries as to her health, how long she had been in town etc. etc. DS answered everything cautiously, but was feeling more relaxed all the same. If this man had intended to harm her, he would surely have done something by now. Suddenly there was a loud bang. DS screamed as she felt a bullet pass inches away from her face. Henry Jones swiftly pulled her behind the safety of a low wall. Another gunshot rang out. Then silence. It was another ten minutes before Jones stood up. “I think they’re gone. Come on.” DS nodded, numbly. For some reason, her shoulder had gone numb. She didn’t want to mention it, though. It seemed trivial when the man had just saved her life. A few minutes passed. DS found herself struggling to put one foot in front of the other. Her chest felt tight, as though she were suffering from asthma. What was wrong with her? “Are you feeling okay, DS?” Henry Jones asked, smiling. His smile seemed a little creepier than it had before. Colder. DS tried to answer and found that she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She also found that sometime in the last minute or so she had started leaning on Jones without realising it. In fact, it was less like she was leaning and more like he was dragging her with him. Then she remembered that she hadn’t given him her real name. This man ought to know her as Meghan Smith. Something was wrong. What the hell was going on? And what was that sound? Her blood ran cold as she realised exactly what she was hearing. Water. A river. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ NO! Before she knew it they were standing on the bank and “Henry Jones” shoved her into the water. Now completely paralyzed, DS could do nothing as she sank beneath the murky surface of the water except stare at the stranger’s face. He smiled and waved at her. Then all trace of light disappeared and DS sank, down, down, to the bottom of the river. DS, a Citizen, has been killed! Elsewhere in the city, one person slammed a door behind them, locking it and then collapsing against it, trying to draw in breath. They had just run all the way home, terrified by what they’d seen. How could somebody kill someone like that . . . Larry Butz has witnessed a crime! Day Phase 2 begins . . . now! Get going, guys! EDIT: 9 required for lynching, I think. |
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| PhantomZero | Sep 8 2008, 05:14 PM Post #94 |
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Swarley
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I'm calling out to the vigilante and the witness. I am the bullet-proof citizen. I can prove it; please PM me with proof of your roles, if you choose to trust me. But I assure you that I am bullet-proof citizen. Once you prove to me your role I will prove to you my role, although I won't lie to you; there's no disadvantage for me to do it. |
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| Othin | Sep 8 2008, 05:18 PM Post #95 |
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That one guy who never really leaves
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Through what method? |
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| PhantomZero | Sep 8 2008, 05:19 PM Post #96 |
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Swarley
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PM, Messenger, whatever they wish. I am more on MSN though, and don't use Yahoo anymore. EDIT: Perhaps you mean by proving. Uh, my PM from Hollie. I got the OK to do it, but I don't intend to break the game by forwarding it to everyone. |
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| Othin | Sep 8 2008, 05:20 PM Post #97 |
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That one guy who never really leaves
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Of proving it. |
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| PhantomZero | Sep 8 2008, 05:21 PM Post #98 |
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Swarley
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I realized that; I edited my post. My bad |
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| Othin | Sep 8 2008, 05:21 PM Post #99 |
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That one guy who never really leaves
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... As I thought. You can't do that under any circumstances. |
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| PhantomZero | Sep 8 2008, 05:23 PM Post #100 |
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Swarley
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Well if forwarding isn't a valid option in your eyes, then how about having the Vigilante waste a night phase and kill me tonight? |
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| K' | Sep 8 2008, 06:12 PM Post #101 |
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PR
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I have reason to retract this statement. |
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| Linoud | Sep 8 2008, 06:30 PM Post #102 |
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Knight of Seven
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I see. Whilst your grasping for reasons to kill me, there are more british references than anything. BBC is also, a british TV station/network. That would seem to put Nick in a far more suspicious view than me. Nick - 1 (Linoud) Linoud - 1 (PR) |
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| K' | Sep 8 2008, 06:48 PM Post #103 |
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PR
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I have reason to retract this statement. |
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| Sothe | Sep 8 2008, 06:51 PM Post #104 |
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Nick - 1 (Linoud) Linoud - 2 (PR, Sothe) |
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| Tiaro | Sep 8 2008, 08:03 PM Post #105 |
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BOOM! Headshot.
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The only people I know who watch BBC is Nick and Hollie, and Hollie's GM so, he does kind of have a point... I'll reserve my vote for now. And I'm too lazy to digging into the clues atm. XP |
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