Ok what in the Grey Havens happened here.
Toaster, Lenglon: I believe in full doubt that you two are flower-girls. It is truly unbelievable in itself--why are flowers going to marry a Prince while whoever transformed them...did so? I'm suspecting you're both in league with each other, for that matter despite whatever sort of strange concept happens, like the..strange clan claim with its very own 'special' formatting.
This to me speaks of a rather large loophole. You both have different roles which aren't the ones you claimed. I'm really doubtful--rather, I completely denounce that notion judging from what I've seen myself.
Why are you two hiding behind, and falseclaiming? If I had two votes, I'd lay them down right here.
The winged ghost-prince might make sense for whoever the duck is though.
This is true, I have found that out--but sadly, it isn't fully true when you see the information behind it. I have only lied once, here.
No, I
cannot claim my role--don't argue that 'Oh I'm scum hiding my role blah blah' but that I
can't. I could make a really nice fakeclaim from it with no visible deviation, but I can't. I have told nothing but the truth ever since until now, other than what I
can't. You have all debated on it, and by logical conclusion, you have already found it. I'll only give that which I'm not: I have no (or..as far as I know) skill with the instruments of wind, percussion, or string. And before anyone can prod me on that non-claim, I'll give a synonymous role which has no difference in context from my main one, including its ability(es).
I am the Sword of Candor. One of my aliases from years ago--I am a shadow of my former self. I am a hopeful and spry person, said to be born with optimism, an altruistic nature, and a fiery personality with a bit of self-consciousness on the side. Once before, I fell in love. I loved a Prince of foreign nature--someone who is not the Prince of today, nor his relatives as far as I knew. The details are (literally missing) vague, but he loved me too. Yet, as time passed, he grew to know more about me and I was afraid--afraid that he would know who I truly was, and scared that he wouldn't love me if he knew my faults and my worries. I was only a peasant girl, of course. A peasant with dreams and the blessing of beauty, skill and intellect. I did not know how he felt about me then, but acted on impulse, on my own doubt and recourse to leave him lest my weak self-esteem be hurt. Especially by one of royalty and splendour as he. [This is where I said I could 'relate' with the story behind the role given..in the emotional way, it makes a lot of sense to me]
See, my past is literally not a good one. I was how you could say...easily ostracized by people due to how I spoke, and those little faults I had (yeah, you know having two large maxillary central incisors makes you a target for teasing? Well, now you do.) back in the past. It hurt, but it also steeled my will and changed my viewpoint of the world into a philosopher--how does love work, and what is it based on. I traveled henceforth from my location back then, passing by land near the lands and streams, the waterways and under the open blue sky and I realized how wrong I was. How...deeply wrong I was, to leave. I loved this world as it was, and saw my fault in my judgement--if someone could love nature as I did, and I'm sure people did by inference, perhaps they could love me. So at that time I wondered if I could return to that Prince, but the journey would take too long, and he may wonder of my sudden disappearance.
But wonder of wonders, lo how I come upon a castle-keep. A structure so magnificent that it stood towering over the nearby town it protected. But it was, as you could guess, this one dude we're all here for. By fortune or fate, I came upon a Prince. Yay.
Then it was the wrong Prince.
So I was curious, and asked around among his servants as to what was happening. I had met Horatio, whose name was little known to me at that time, and learned of the Prince's intent [asking about wives] and so I conceded to my doubt that I would never see that one other dude and went in along with you people.
I was not won over my his looks, nor his pleasantry nor how many materialistic stuff he had, but by his personality. A gallant and a gentleman. He was sincerely a good man. Though, I've heard from others that some of those invited are here to kill him, and while I lack my sword which earned my name, I took it upon myself to protect him and watch over him as best I could.
I mean, heck. You don't need a darn sword if you knew fisticuffs and unarmed combat. I'm guessing I can't claim my role due to my nature.
tl;dr: I can punch people who try to attack me. :I C'mon and try to kill me, ladies.
I'm ready for you.
N1 - I walked through the halls from lack of sleep--either due to the horrid dinner I just had, or by thoughts of worry or doubt at how the murders went, I do not know--however I come upon Horatio, sickly as he is, and ponder upon his recent actions, concluding his innocence, his good intent and his intellect from first we met. They were chatting, and I waited until the Prince finished, and left the room.
And being the woman I am, I strutted in with a smile along with adding a little flair to my entry. Horatio's face mirrored a really sick person, or one who cried a lot--puffy red eyes, palor (lightness) in the facial skin and wet from tears and that cloth dab, in the candlelight. We spoke about personal matters, about who I was, and I asked him if the Prince knows who I really am.
He said yes.
He chuckled, intoning his opinion about the prince. For yea, he was a fool, I thought, and it was echoed by Horatio, 'a loveable and kind-hearted fool. But silly, oh too silly.' (paraphrased). I spent what seemed to be minutes with him, but in reality was hours, and was soon falling asleep, and thought about recent events. Personal stuff and all, it wasn't mentioned but only the gist of it was given.
He noticed my look, my expression and sighed, tapping me on the shoulder and spoke. (This is where the truth lies in that NOBODY knows who we truly are)
(paraphrased) "Princess, don't think ill of me on my deed. I am not a cannibal-and in truth I didn't know. Until now I keep asking myself if-" (cut off, cue breakdown into tears)
I caress him and share his sorrow, crying in the same thought. What if we all partook of the meal? But how could that be, as we only knew after...it was done. (I'm guessing we can only know others' true nature after death, or unless one has an inspect.)
He looked at me, and I could see his rosy cheeks in the candlelight. He glanced away, before brushing away my hair and giving me a light kiss on the forehead, saying a small gesture of thanks at my presence.
And then the Prince comes in and catches us pretty much in an 'awkward moment'. As awkward as me and him hugging, that is.
The Prince intones his will to see me safe in my bed, along with fully encouraging my courtship. He also states that he's overworked, and looks at Horatio for backing up..along with stating his doubt on really being overworked. It's complicated that way.
So cue the night ending with a tap on my back from Horatio, and a nice note from Vector. And damn did this whole thing ignite my imagination...yeah, it was that good.
tl;dr Did nothing but have a good chat with Horatio, and met the Prince.
N2 - The scene starts me dreaming. The air is different, and the scenery more...simple.
I am with the Prince, overlooking a vast expanse of nature: a field of grass in which we stood, overlooked by the white-capped mountains of the northlands, and a nearby forest echoing its beauty in the wind. To our side was a lake, serene in its beauty and reflecting the starry sky and all its wonder. To our rear, a castle of vague description, bearing the flags and usual insignia of the royal crown.
The Prince, was dressed as a (stereotypical? I'd like to think of it as aesthetically pleasing) 'peasant'. Simple clothing, yet the finery was in his look--his face was peaceful, and his eyes reflected a kindness which could only be seen in his intent. He was in all terms, ravishing in the best of terms. The forest wind flowed with us across the land as we walked, basking in the cool night air and the freshness of the fresh water lake. We ran after a while as we noted the competitiveness in each other, in each one's stride and poise, and soon after, we tussled and tumbled, falling in laughter as we lay down at the lakefront, staring at the moon, enjoying the sheer bliss of companionship.
I closed my eyes and rolled around, pretty much loving this fun. The fun of simple times and of lesser worries and found myself prone on the ground, holding the man's hand and was at utter peace, until I opened my eyes.
At first gaze, I thought it was a joke. An illusion. I gazed upon the waters of the tranquil lake, and saw a ghostly visage. It was reflected upon the waters so I guessed it was floating above the body of water, as no ripples or any kind of disturbance was shown, except for a different positioning of the lillypads and reeds (y'know, make space for the ghost and all that for emphasis).
I screamed and fell back, as well as falling behind the Prince as we huddled. I was in fear, it was not noted how the Prince reacted but he did not move or budge, holding his ground and gripping his sword (I'm assuming he did, by hold his ground and stuff. There was a lot of nice words there.).
The person came closer, and I saw his body. Draped in the finery of royalty, it was vague enough for me to see his wounds. His blood. His figure...His translucent sexiness. It was someone I knew, and yes he did have wings.
I had assumed an angel, before the Prince spoke. He spoke only one word, of that I leave Jim to say which it was unless he didn't get the note.
But then the only thing the ghost said, was Jim's message of standing with the Prince.
...And then I woke up, nearly hitting my head on the floor as I somehow slept in..well, a funny position. I just wanted to imagine myself like that. xD
tl;dr: Did nothing again. Slept. Had a Jim-dream. Was astounded by his good looks. Woke up. Hit my head. Argh.
ZUQES is quod erat sanctifactum
Meaning?
You aren't even responding to my query, sir.
lenglon should have a qes day 1 pfp
Why should she?
Should we no lynch?
[...]
Please respond to my queries >_>
I'm pretty sure I got all of them but I'm too busy to check. Sorry.
Why in the world should we no lynch?!
Why in the world are you too busy to check, and yet reply without even answering them? :I Look, I can understand you're busy, but leave a note lest I grab more of this suspicion and stuff it down your throat by the spoonful. Because you're seemingly ignoring me, for a follower of this 'goddess'. Pretty rude.
Please read, or are you being lazy, again?
The fact that a threat doesn't succeed in killing someone doesn't make the threat any less of a threat, does it? Also, the OP flavor didn't change. You may just be interpreting it differently.
And, furthermore--not all threats are existential. The Prince is rather innocent, isn't he?
The Prince invited these killers here! There is no recourse to his motive, he wanted us killed for...some reason! His naivete is a threat to
himself![/hahahno]
...
Mod: Can we
talk to the Prince, himself. Like, right now as it seems he's observing us?
"Horatio! Excuse my queries again, but I've to ask. Why was there a body found on the royal grounds, where nobody could alert us of? Where was the White Swan buried, and who undertook the deed of doing such? I mean, we've got guards here, yes? What were they doing? Are nightly shifts being enforced?
"Why did some girls resist the clothing changes when they entered? I'm sure you could've heard the complaints from the serving ladies and men.
"...Oh, and how was the first night for you?"
Why generally? What are you basing this on?
Sleeping God is a role that used to pop up occasionally on Bay 12. I'm not sure how long it's been since we really had one. Here's a quote from webadict explaining:
It's a role that has influence over the game, whether knowingly or not.
For instance, they may change the type of game, voting system, night actions, etc.
There are a few games that contain this role.
I think I stole the idea from a Haruhi themed game on mafiascum a few years back. Anyway, my point is that Jim's dreams may be shaping reality rather than just perceiving it.
Shaping whatnow? How so? Dreams are different from reality.
Come to think of it, in Japan roses and lillies do have homosexual connotations (for gays and lesbians respectively), but I think that's prooobably not what Vector meant with them.
Hohohohohoho
Bahaahahahaa.
...Oh dear.
*
Tiruin blushes."Leafsnail seems to be interested in flowers."
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