"Broadswords?"
"Eh, no."
"Very well, do you have any arming swords? "
"No."
"This isn't going anywhere! We've no time!"
"We can't just go! That's leaving behind people we know, despite being jerks!"
"Crossbows?"
"No."
"Seaxes?"
"No."
"Just give the word and I'm calling our friend Lenglon, please!"
"The timer's running out, and I still stand by what I said at the start of all this! It's a horrible way to try to find the murderer. I'm still wondering who would design something so horrible!"
"Then...It all makes sense now."
"What does?"
"Vector's words. Her last words. Her hints at the end of the first day? She was onto something. And now it's all coming into place."
"Well..spit it out! We don't even have names for our weapons and I've tried everything the armory has. Even basic equipment!"It was only then when
Griffionday noticed that his words were being heard by the general audience and not his companion,
Lenglon.
"Give us our knives, sire. The condemned wish to clear their names."
"Very well."
"Hold on there, what are you doing?"
"Removing the blood from our knives."
"You-you're the killer?"
"Do you think I would kill someone with a pie-cutter? This is what they accused Vector here for, and she's gone. Next, they take out persons of importance with us-"
"This doesn't make any sense!"
"The talk of wards. The spider. Stationing us in a place filled with mirrors that we can't see the exact time of day, or even if it is night outside? The White King being a spirit of morality while it in itself can sense who is guilty or not?
"Don't you get it? We're being waylaid!"Leafsnail stares for a few moments before taking up his knife, and cutting a small nick on his wrist. It bleeds for only moments before a clot is formed, but just enough to color his forearm in red.
"Then you and him are their targets."
"...What?"
"It all makes sense, as you say. You somehow finding out the right words in the Sunwell? Finding the answer to the solution before anyone else has? Knowing the words of the tradewind magi? Even that is next to impossible. Lenglon, Griffionday, whatever you're both onto, I believe you're hiding something from us. Show your evidence."Tension. Pressure. Fear.
How did he know? How did he guess? Was this grasping at the wind, or just paranoia?
"H-how did-"
"Shh- What evidence are you talking about?"
"I had my suspicions. There were markings of wax along the corridors during the first night. There were markings along the hallways on the second, and both were tracked to your general locations. Also, the reasoning like I said earlier; do note that I heard all of your whispering over there. It's not like I'm just three feet away, ma'am and sir."
"Why didn't you say it in the first place? We are hiding something-"
"Lenglon!"
"I don't want to lie any longer. We have the royal message. But you must listen to-"Leafsnail nods and gestures around;
nightcrafter27 moves to close the door as
TheWetSheep approaches the window and begins speaking in hushed tones. Every spirit but the fluffed one move to the lower area.
"-us, we aren't the killers and there was another person at-"
"I know."
"-...What."
"I know you aren't the killers."...The Mafia are Victorious.
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- Leafsnail(2) - Lenglon, TheWetSheep
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Leafsnail has been lynched! He was a Vanilla Town IC!
You are the Captain of the Guard. A man built on the precepts of law, order, and gentlemanly kindness, you've always been known as a man of power. Power both in the field of war, and in the field of lore--in the war of words, as you'd like to call it yourself.
No able force in the land could contend with the people under your hand and guidance, as no straight path in the lands could ever assault the Aerie due to its geographical location. Your rank in the bastion, however, proves much more than any title could. A famous and honorable man; being a suspect drew much shock and awe in the eyes of the people, and the thin line of reputation now lies in danger.
Yet it doesn't matter until the task is finished. The people before you lack the subtle art of discussion, most of whom rely on weapons rather than the ever-natural weapon of the human race--the mind, and their communication. Though you have been an influential individual in the presence of nobility for most of your life, your only weapons here are your tongue and your thoughts.
Your duty calls, and you must answer once more.
((You are of the Town Faction! You cannot act at Night, being a Vanilla//Normal Townie. You win when the MAFIA are wholly eliminated, regardless of your survival UNLESS the number of MAFIA is equal to, or more than, TOWN players.))
((You are an IC!))
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