So...what was I going to say? Oh, right. This seems a lot less like the actual game, what with them not constantly publicly talking and all. But this is a game in real life...well, you get the point. They're not automatically going to loudly say whatever's on their minds to everyone. There're going to be conversations among them that are "in the thread", so to speak. Just as a fair warning, that's why. It still has a lot of game elements, though, as you'll read.
Also, the thing with Rickard and Radd at the beginning is somewhat of an inside joke if you haven't read some of my stories. Basically, it's a Vampire Academy reference and blah, blah, blah...Rickard saved Radd from death, and now they have a bond and Radd can see through Rickard's eyes and mind. Creepy, I know. It doesn't work the other way, either.
Another thing. I've recently become a big CainXCatria fan, so...expect mushiness between them.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Fire Emblem cast or the Mafia game. Unfortunately. Or else this would happen. ...And I would have a Pokémon Conquest version of this going on. But I missed that train a LOONG time ago.
But that's enough from me. Here you go.
Day 1: Day Phase
"Radd, what'd you get?"
Radd turned to see Rickard strolling up to him. "Hey."
The little prince took a slip of folded paper from his pocket and held it up for the younger boy to see. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who randomly got one of these."
"The papers giving us roles that magically appeared in our pockets?" He held his own up. "You're not. And, as of right now, we're both pretty useless."
"That doesn't tell me what you got!"
Radd chuckled and put his paper away. "You'll just have to guess."
Rickard stomped his foot. "How can I do that?! It's not my fault you can read my mind but I can't read yours!"
He gave the elder boy a pointed look. "Rickard. You're really saying that."
The prince hesitated for a second, then narrowed his eyes and pointed at Radd. "Shut up."
The redhead sighed and turned to walk down the hall. "C'mon, Rickard. There are really only two options for me, role-wise. It's not that hard to guess."
The blunet puffed his cheeks out in irritation, trailing after his guardian. "That doesn't mean you can't tell me! Radd…!"
*Page Break*
"Let's see…" Wolf kneeled alongside the back of the couch, silently pulling a piece of paper out of someone's bag; he quietly backed up and exited the room seemingly unnoticed.
Wolf has Scanned someone!
"What is…this…?" He opened the slip of paper and furrowed his brow at the contents. "This is complete and utter gibberish…!"
*Page Break*
"What are you doing, Lugh?"
Lugh looked up to see Raigh standing over him. "Oh! Hello, Brother!" He looked back down at the paper in his hands. "I'm trying to see if there's anything extra to this note."
The elder twin sat down and peeked at the paper. "That's the message Roshea brought in."
He nodded. "I know. But, you never know if there might be a secret message or something put on here with, like, invisible ink or magic or something."
Raigh tapped his chin. "Now that I think about it, the handwriting looks somewhat familiar to me, but then again…"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Kinda like Dad's, the way the capital letters are written, kinda like Mom's, the way the Y's and the J are written, and a lot of it is like neither of theirs."
"As if multiple people wrote it…That would explain how it can be familiar, but at the same time not. It's comprised of the handwritings of multiple people we know or don't know."
"But the big question is whether or not there's a real meaning to it all…"
*Page Break*
Laura sighed as she took a look around the room. "This could easily turn very bad very fast…" She rushed to her room to grab her staff, in case she may need to use it.
Laura has Protected someone!
*Page Break*
"So…"Catria leaned up close to Cain on the couch, making him lightly scoff and shake his head at her puppy-dog eyes, a smile on his face. "Are you going to tell me what you got…?"
He let out an amused breath. "Y'know, the whole point in this game is deception and NOT knowing who is who."
"I didn't say 'who' you got, I said 'what' you got," she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes. "I didn't ask about your alliance. I asked about your role."
He stared at her for a moment. "You're really trying to put the charm on to convince me to tell you?"
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
"You're willing to risk me being a Mafia? What if you have a role that would pose a threat to me?" he asked playfully.
She feigned offence. "Would you really kill me for it?"
Cain chuckled deeply. "You've got a point there." He leaned in to Catria and whispered into her ear; she softly squealed, then quickly turned her head to face him, knocking their noses together, inciting laughter in the both of them. She leaned in to his ear and whispered to him her role.
*Page Break*
Tormod furrowed his brow in an accusing way, staring intently at a certain person. "There's something about that guy…" He took out a Fire tome and chanted a few words, sending a fireball straight into the person's back.
"Augh!"
"Crap…!" He shoved his tome back into his bag and took off down the hall to avoid being seen by anyone.
Tormod has Roleblocked someone!
*Page Break*
"Roy…?" Marth blinked at the lord, who was failingly trying to reach for his back. "What are you doing…?"
Roy bit his lip, trying to keep the wrong words from slipping out. He walked up to the king and simply pointed to his back.
The blunet raised an eyebrow, then walked around the younger teen, gasping at a huge burn in his clothing. "What happened to you?!"
"What do you think?!" the redhead cried, exasperated. He stuck his hands out. "How is that possible?! How the HELL do you roleblock a roleblocker?!" He quickly slapped his hands over his mouth.
Marth held his breath for a moment, looking around. He sighed, going back to inspecting the burn. "You're so lucky no one else is around. Of course, there's normally the one person who blurts out their role in public when something happens, but nevertheless…" He put a hand over the welts on Roy's skin, causing him to hiss in pain. The king winced. "Sorry. Just hold still." He closed his eyes and healed the burn with his magic. He sighed as he removed his hand. "There." He walked back around to face Roy. "I'm not doing this for you again, understand? And play by the rules. No roleblocking anyone today."
Roy opened his mouth to protest, but just sighed at Marth's stern look. "Alright, alright," he said in defeat.
The blunet nodded. "Good. Now, go on. Put a new shirt on so no one questions you."
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you."
*Page Break*
"Ooo…" Xane waggled his eyebrows, watching a certain person, unbeknownst to anyone else, perform their role. "Being them would be interesting…" He stepped out of anyone's possible view and transformed into the person he was watching. "This'll be fun…" he said, looking over himself.
Xane has Copied someone!
*Page Break*
"Let's see…" Wolf kneeled along the back of the- wait, what? What's with the déjà vu? I mean, he's hot enough for it, but- wait- oh. It's just him. Ahem. XANE took a peek around the couch's corner and silently slid a piece of paper off of the arm when its owner wasn't watching; he quietly left the room to read his findings.
Xane has Scanned someone!
"Now, what've we got here?" He opened the paper and looked at the writing with confusion. "Okay, I can't read the Ancient Language that well, no matter how much people try to teach me. But I guess them trying to decipher the note proves that they're a Town…maybe?"
*Page Break*
"This is ridiculous…"
Roshea looked up from his book and over to Soren. "What's wrong?"
Sore tsked and shut his own novel. "Why does it seem like some people are taking this far too seriously?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know I'm not the only one who saw the gaping hole in the back of Roy's shirt when he came through here. Clearly, something happened. And they're being idiotic to attack each other when we don't even know if this is real."
The young knight blinked for a second, then sighed. "You can't blame some people for having a bit of fun. Well, yes, attacking each other isn't exactly the best way to go about this, but I can't really blame them. It would help to loosen a couple of people up, if you know what I mean."
The sage's eyes narrowed at the boy. "What are you trying to imply, Roshea?"
"O-oh, um, w-what I meant was…"
*Page Break*
"Oh dear…" Rhys flinched at the hole Roy had in his shirt, assuming it had something to do with being attacked. "Maybe some people are taking this too seriously…" He turned to head back to his room, where his staff was waiting for him to pick up.
Rhys has Protected someone!
*Page Break*
"Y'know we never finished our game."
Franz sighed at Rickard's comment. "The cards have been put away for a while now. It's not like any of us memorized our cards exactly." He winced slightly. "Tormod especially."
"Heeey," the aforementioned sage complained.
"Yeah, well, I so close to winning!" Rickard whined.
Chad scoffed. "You had, like, six or seven cards. Compared to Lugh, who only had three."
"You say that like it's a huge gap or something. I would've figured something out."
"Sure you would've."
"Well, we COULD always start another round…" Lugh offered.
"I've got nothing against it," Radd said.
"Mind if I join?" Raigh asked.
Sophia walked over to them and sat down near them. "Umm…can I…?"
Tormod cocked his head. "What, you guys and Pelleas aren't still talking?"
The girl looked back at Pelleas, who was absorbed in a book, not paying any attention to anything else around him. "He's…a bit preoccupied right now."
Franz furrowed his brow at the dark sage. "Am I the only one who noticed that something's seemed a little…off, about him recently?"
"Now that I think about it…" Raigh tapped his chin. "Yeah, something hasn't seemed right. Ever since this morning, when everything started…he just hasn't really seemed like he's all here. I mean, yeah, it happens occasionally, but this is starting to be a bit too much."
"Well, anyways," Rickard cracked his knuckles, "it's time for me to win this time!"
"Please." Tormod sneered at the little prince. "I'm gonna do SO much better than you."
"Says the guy who had half a deck last time!"
"Y'know what-"
"Oh, c'mon guys…" Lugh sighed at the pair's argument. He whispered, "At least let me enjoy this last game…in case…"
*Page Break*
"What is…?" Sue blinked at a certain person as they left the room. "Something…seems strange about them…" She took slow steps towards them, making sure they didn't notice her following them. "Let's just see what they're up to…"
Sue is Tracking someone!
*Page Break*
"Yeah, Marth, your plan definitely worked," Roy said sarcastically, plopping down on the couch next to the blunet, a fresh shirt on. "'Put on a new shirt on so no one questions you.' And while I went to go do that, I had to come through here, and just about everyone saw the hole and asked me what happened anyways." He gave him a cold stare. "You're such a genius."
Marth sighed and closed his book. "Roy, you DO know there's another way to go that doesn't involve cutting through here, right?"
"…You're kidding me."
"No, I'm not." He looked around at everyone's faces. "So, we're all here?"
"Seems that way," Roshea answered.
He nodded. "Good, then. Well, considering this is only the first day, it's not likely anyone's really come up with enough evidence to ask for a lynch vote."
Tormod pointed to the little blue-haired princeling next to him, head down, sulking. "I say Rickard."
Rickard's eyes widened at the fire sage. "Dude! NOT cool. At all."
Franz pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly. "Tormod, beating you at Cheater doesn't mean someone can be accused of being Mafia. Because if that was the case, everyone in this room would be accused right now."
"…You're getting all kinds of burns today…" Chad commented quietly, staring at the jaw-dropped redhead with amusement.
"Uggh…please don't bring up burns…" Roy groaned, putting his head in his hands.
Marth chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Anyways, Tormod's sulking aside, is there really anyone here we can accuse?"
"I vote No Lynch," Wolf said, leaning back into his seat, arms behind his head.
Catria and Cain both nodded. "Me too," the blunette agreed.
"No Lynch," Sophia said quietly.
"Hm?" Pelleas looked up, a dazed look in his eyes. "What is…oh, right…No Lynch."
"Did you really even have to ask?" Soren asked sharply, his eyes closed. "No Lynch."
"No Lynch." Raigh looked to his left and lightly shook his brother's shoulder, seeing as the boy was staring down at his lap, eyes wide in a 'scarred life' type of way, lost in thought. "Lugh? What's wrong?" he asked, serious concern on his face and in his voice.
"H-huh?" Lugh looked up, startled, then blinked a few times. "S-sorry. W-what's going on?"
The elder twin's brow furrowed. "Are you alright…?"
"O-oh, yeah, I'm…fine. Just fine." He looked back down. "Don't worry." He met his brother's gaze again. "It's…the vote, right?"
Raigh nodded slowly. "Yeah…"
"O-oh. Alright." Lugh looked to Marth. "No Lynch."
Marth nodded. "That makes eight. 12 is the majority. I'm personally No Lynch myself, so nine."
Roy raised an eyebrow. "There're 20 of us. That would make 11 the majority, not 12. And you tell me I don't know my math."
"There's a reason for it," Roshea explained. "It's so the vote isn't tipped by one person voting for one side or another. It could easily be ten and ten down the line. It's so it doesn't feel like one person is pressured to decide the final vote. Even one more vote-swayer can erase the tension quite a bit."
"…Oh." He waved a hand. "I knew that."
"Sure you did. And No Lynch."
"No Lynch," Rhys quickly said.
Franz sighed lightly. "No Lynch. And that's the majority."
"Right." Marth stood, book in hand. "Maybe it was time we all went to bed, to see what would happen in regards to our little 'predicament'."
"Works for me!" Tormod jumped up and yawned loudly. "Night, y'all!"
As the crowd filed out of the room, Lugh was left sitting on the couch. He let out a shaky sigh. "Please let everything be alright…"
End of Day One! Living Players Are:
Marth
Roy
Roshea
Sophia
Wolf
Lugh
Raigh
Soren
Chad
Tormod
Xane
Catria
Cain
Rickard
Pelleas
Radd
Rhys
Sue
Laura
Franz
Ratio is 12:6:2
Let the Night Phase Begin!
