Meep.
Yes, I know what you're already going to say. "Mafia is a game." I'm just not online often enough, nor are there enough people who live around me and know what it even is for me to actually play. If I could, I would. I just can't. And, therefore, this is born. Some characters I hand-picked because I already had an idea as to the first couple days. The rest were assigned to playing cards (Considering the entire possible cast I had to choose from was 52) and randomly picked by my sister, who by the way has no idea about any of this, and the characters were finalized based on their roles to ensure a variety.
Anyway, this should be updated fairly often, as long as I'm able to type and have the inspiration to continue. I should be able to get the first three days, no problem. After that...well, let's hope my mind works with me for once.
Disclaimer: The Fire Emblem cast and Mafia game don't belong to me. You can see what would happen if they did.
But that's enough yapping from me. Enjoy.
Roshea sighed, looking back over the paper he was given as he walked back towards the main room after searching the corridors of the portion of the school he and 19 others would be trapped in for the next few days. "What am I going to say to the others about this…?" It's wasn't as if he could just NOT deliver the message. Better to lose a few people than an entire school's worth. Besides, the fact of the matter stood no matter what his decision was. He might as well let everyone else – well, all of the innocent people, at least – know about the situation.
He entered the room to find that no one seemed the least bit concerned with their current position. Pelleas, Sophia, and Raigh were near one another with their usual talk on…the dark arts, to put it simply. Lugh, Chad, Tormod, Rickard, Franz, and Radd were all on the floor apparently playing a round of Cheater or three, Tormod clearly exasperated with about half the deck; Franz, on the other hand, was down to his last card, the rest in between him and the mage, though they were all muuch closer to him. Laura, Rhys, and Soren were each curled up with books, making little contact with the others. Cain, Catria, Wolf, Xane, and Sue were in one of the corners of the square of couches and chairs – how the mix-matched group could keep a good conversation going, Roshea had no idea, considering Xane and Wolf hated each other with a passion and Sue normally didn't even talk.
The boy let out another sigh as he approached Marth, who was sitting at a desk with his nose in a book, Roy in a seat next to him trying to follow along and/or strike up a conversation with him. "Marth…" he started, hesitant on how to continue.
The blunet looked up from his book, Roy following suit. "What's wrong?" he asked.
He bit the inside of his cheek, then sighed (again…) and simply placed the paper on the desk. "It may be easier to explain if you see it for yourself."
Marth picked up the paper and quickly read over it, his eyes widening at its content.
Roy furrowed his brow at the elder teen. "W-what is it?"
He quickly stood up from his chair, knocking it back onto the floor, attracting everyone's attention – well, save for Rickard for a moment, who yelled 'Cheater!' when Franz put down his card on a quarter-stack of the deck, flipping it to reveal an ace instead of a five. "We've a problem. A big one," the king said.
Rickard blinked at him, slowly pushing the quarter-stack closer to Franz. "What's wrong, Brother?"
The elder Altean sighed as he held the paper back up to read it. "'How well does one work under pressure and hysteria? How long will you last? We are few but many. We are half the majority but three times the minority. Can you live through the next two weeks? …We shall see.'" He tsked as he dropped the paper onto the desk. "You understand what this is saying, right?"
"Uh…no," Tormod answered bluntly.
Franz looked down into his lap, not entirely noticing the stack of cards Rickard pushed almost up to his leg. "It…sounds like a game of The Mafia, if you ask me. But that would imply…"
"…that we've murderous traitors amongst us," Wolf finished, his chin resting on his palm, seemingly bored at the thought.
"How can you act like it's nothing?" Laura asked accusingly, bewildered.
"How do we even know it's real?" Soren snapped his book shut and stood to walk over to Marth. He took the paper from Roy, who was trying to decipher its contents, and read over the note once more. "The handwriting isn't one I recognize."
Roy tapped his chin, staring at the paper. "What does it mean? 'We are half the majority but three times the minority.' Does that mean there are half as many of them as there are us?"
"Or half as many of you as us." Roshea sighed. "Face it; we're unable to rule out just who is who here. Yet the fact of the matter still stands," he turned around to face the group, "that some of us are out for the blood of the rest. If this truly is The Mafia, then based on that message, there are twelve town, six mafia, and two neutral, the town being the majority and the neutral the minority. Each person is as much a suspect as the next."
"Soren is right, though," Sue started. "How do we know this is even real?"
Radd closed his eyes. "…We may find out soon enough." He stood and opened his eyes. "Even if it isn't, it would be some good practice in cooperation and deception. We should take our own respective roles in the situation. Maybe we'll find out what's going on here, then."
Tormod dropped his cards and jumped up. "Can I be that crazy powerful guy?!"
Raigh crossed his arms and scoffed. "If you're talking about the Godfather, one: you're saying you want to be the first person people look for and two: you're not good enough for that role."
"B-brother!" Lugh cried. "You don't have to be mean!"
"Ooo…" Chad stood and clapped a hand on a gaping Tormod's shoulder. "You just seriously got burned."
"At least this'll bring a bit of excitement to a dreary day," Catria said, jumping up out of her seat and stretching her arms.
Cain cracked his knuckles and stood. "I'm game. Let's get this started."
"W-well, um," Rhys started nervously. "But…what if this actually IS real?"
"Come on, Priesty, are you telling me you're not the least bit interested?"
"Huh?" he turned his head to find Xane right next to him; he brought a hand to his heart. "Dear, Xane, you'll give me a heart attack like that."
The manakete jumped up and laughed. "Come on, this'll be fun! A game of deception in which no one knows if they'll be the next to die or not! How can you not be interested?"
Wolf tsked. "You're starting to sound like Pelleas after he's used too much magic."
"What about me?" The dark sage perked his head up at the mention of his name; apparently he wasn't paying any attention up to this point.
"Maybe…it'll be interesting…" Sophia said quietly, tapping her chin.
"I…guess…" Lugh said, not entirely sure of the idea.
Raigh sighed and clapped a hand on his twin's shoulder. "Don't worry so much. How about this: I'll stay with you. That sound good?"
The other twin brightened up considerably at the idea. "Okay!"
Rickard blinked up at Radd, then shot up. "I call being the main hero!"
"I think Marth should handle being the leader." Roshea looked back at the king. "At least until we can tell whether or not he's Mafioso. Have you any objections?"
The elder blunet shook his head. "It's fine by me."
Franz looked back down and sighed. "Well, I've a good idea as to who's likely going to end up being lynched…"