I'm finally back! After, like...two weeks or something...Well, that's what happens when you have four projects at the end of the year for one class. It kills you. Also, because of that...I've kind of been out of it with my writing, so...this could probably be better.
Also, you've probably noticed that out of all of the characters, Pelleas and Soren are probably the two who are the most OOC. Oh, and kind of Franz and Marth. But definitely Pelleas. Just more of me and technically my fangirling. Don't mind me.
...Since I've noticed that nobody pays attention to the poll, do you not want another one...? Am I just that bad at writing or something...? ...Well, for the few people who actually care, the final cast will probably be determined with the way it is now. Unless people decide to start voting or something...
Disclaimer: I don't own the FE cast or Mafia game.
R&R, and let's get to the story.
Day 5: Day Phase
"Brother…?!" Roshea dropped to his knees in front of his brother's corpse, eyes full of disbelief and terror. "No…"
Wolf has been killed.
Wolf
"Dark Rider" of Aurelis. Captain of the Wolfguard and Hardin's right-hand man. Twin brother to Alexis and elder to Roshea. Serious and prideful; his loyalty is absolute. Can be hot-headed and short-tempered if you say the wrong thing…which can easily lead to you getting punched in the face. His honor still stands, however. Was a slave for 12 years, since his birth, which is the longest time out of him and his brothers. Was named Wolf for…well, not pretty reasons (A/N: It's Wolf; expect him to be badass as anything, even as a baby.). Closer to Sedgar than he is to the others, maybe even Roshea. Though it seems as if Hardin is the only one his life and loyalty are for, he fights for more reasons, some much more personal than others, than people assume. He and Xane have running tensions between one another. Enjoys a good challenge.
Role: Cop – Receives hints as to a chosen character's Alliance/Role.
"Roshea…" Rickard walked slowly up to the cavalier; he knelt down and placed a hand on the younger boy's shoulder.
"The…last things we ever said to one another…were part of an argument…" He slammed a fist into the ground, tears springing from his eyes. "Damn it!"
The princeling's eyes widened slightly as he removed his hand; no one had ever heard any form of curse come from the young knight's mouth before. "R-Roshea…?"
"Why…why did he always play the hero, knowing he could have very well ended up being killed for it…?!"
"…Because that's just the way elder brothers always are."
Roshea stopped for a moment, then slowly turned his head to face the elder teen's. "W-What…?"
Rickard gave a small smile. "Elder brothers are always trying to protect their younger, even if it comes at the cost of their own lives…That's just how it's always been."
He looked back towards where Wolf's body was and pondered the blunet's words. "…My brothers, not just him…they've always tried to keep me away from the world's cruelty. They never wanted me to be hurt by it. And yet…here I am, all alone, with one brother dead and the others where I'll likely never see them again…"
"Hey…don't be like that, Roshea." The little princeling moved around so that the two of them could see one another's face clearly. "Have a little more faith; we'll get out of this. Alright?"
"I…" The cavalier's face brightened up after a few moments; he nodded purposefully. "Right."
*Page Break*
"Prince Soren…?"
"…Stop calling me that, Franz. You know how much I hate it…"
"I…I'm sorry. For that, and…this."
Soren looked away from where he had, his hands curled tightly into fists. "Why…" he started quietly. "Why did he make me do it…?"
Franz looked down at who the wind sage had been referring to; Pelleas laid in the middle of the hallway, having bled out from a gash in his chest.
Pelleas has been killed…apparently by Soren.
Pelleas
Once thought to be prince of Daein. A powerful, but somewhat mental, Spirit Charmer. Can slip between sane and insane at the slightest shift in magical and spiritual currents. When sane, charming and somewhat flirtatious but often keeps away from large crowds when possible. When insane…well, insane. Rage is ever only focused on one person or thing at a time. Pretended to be Daein's heir at Soren's request and to awaken Yune. Believed Ashera's judgment would happen no matter what course of action was taken; he purposefully pretended to be a weak ruler and signed the blood pact with Bengion to awaken Yune, seeing as no one would willingly sing the Galdr of Release. Commands both dark and thunder magic at once. Has recently started teaching Raigh, though under the boy's father's cautious, watchful eye.
Role: Psychopath (Cured) – Independent; kills every night; must be the last person standing to win. Can be cured to a Vanilla Townie by a Psychiatrist.
"Damn it, Pelleas…always feeling guilty when it's not your fault…why did I let you talk me into this…?"
Franz sighed lightly. "Because he knew you were the one he could most easily convince, considering how long you two have known each other. Besides…you're the only person not a part of the Mafia who COULD do it."
"But that doesn't mean…" Soren gave one final sigh and turned his back to the scene, eyes closed. "…Forget it," he said, walking away and shaking his head. "It doesn't matter anymore."
The blond cavalier watched the wind sage leave; he ran a hand through his hair and let out a short breath. "You must be careful with what you say and who you say it to, Prince…or you could easily be spelling out your own execution order."
*Page Break*
"With all of this happening…" Laura tightly gripped her staff, her nails digging into the handle. "…If anyone is going to live through this…I'll make sure it's them."
Laura has Protected someone!
*Page Break*
"'One wishes only for their amusement'…That could easily be Xane…but then again, he could be the one wanting revenge…No, that doesn't fit as much…But then what's this 'cunning and cold-hearted' thing…? UGH!" Roy groaned loudly and fell back against a chair in the morgue, hands in his hair, with the paper from Tormod between two fingers. "Marth, where are you when I need you…?! Oh wait. You're DEAD. You're just going and getting yourself killed when you're supposed to still be here, ALIVE!" He sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair, letting the other drop into his lap. "Gods…I'm picking up his bipolar…"
The door slowly creaked open; the lordling jumped up from his seat and let the paper fall to the floor, his hand instinctively moving for the hilt of his sword.
A certain little blue-haired lord peaked into the morgue, then quickly opened the door to reveal his presence to the redhead before he ended up with a sword through his chest.
Roy hesitated for a second upon seeing the boy's face; he sighed and re-sheathed his sword. "Gods, Rickard, don't sneak up on me like that."
"I…" Rickard looked down and wrung his hands together. "I'm sorry."
The lordling sighed again. "It's fine…what's up?"
"I…" He looked back up after a few moments. "I want to see my brother's body."
"…What?"
"Trust me…Please."
Roy looked into the princeling's eyes and, seeing no hint of malice or dark intention, sighed (again…déjà vu…) lightly and walked over to the refrigerators, opening one on the second-to-bottom row. He turned to face him and slowly waved him over.
The blunet hesitantly joined the redhead and looked down as the cover was removed enough to show Marth's ghost-pale face and chest, the fatal wound from Tormod clear and slightly off-set from his heart. "He looks…more peaceful than I expected him to," he said quietly, his eyes scanning over his elder brother's body, as if this were the last time he would get to see him. But that wasn't what he had in mind.
"…Yes…it's as if he knew Tormod would give us the key to winning or something…" The lordling's eyes moved from the king to the prince; they widened in alarm as his hand moved for his sword, seeing the boy pull a dagger from his belt into his right hand. "What are you doing?!"
"…I said to trust me," was all the little thief had to say. He winced as the blade cut deeply into his left palm; he allowed the blood to pool before squeezing it out over his brother's chest in the shape of a magic circle he had seen before in an old book Marth had once convinced him to start reading. He then went around the edges of the circle, spelling out, in an old, unknown language, the name: 'Marth Ascerae Lowell'. He shakily took a step back once he was finished, one hand moving to his head and the other moving to steady himself. He leaned against the refrigerators and closed his eyes, trying to prevent himself from passing out due to the blood loss.
The blood on Marth's chest glowed for a few seconds, then faded and disappeared, the gash stitching up along with it. Then…his eyes slowly opened. He hesitantly sat up and held a hand in front of his face, blinking at it as the color returned to his skin. "…My gods…" was the first thing he had to say, in an awed whisper.
"…My gods is right…" Roy agreed, in the same tone. "Where did you learn how to do that- Rickard?!" He moved around the slab to reach for the younger blunet as he collapsed to the ground, the blood loss taking its toll. "Hey!" the lordling said loudly, shaking him slightly. "Rickard! Wake up!"
"Rickard!" Radd ran into the doorway almost as soon as the elder teen collapsed. "My gods, Rickard…" He rushed up to him and tightly pressed the heel of his hand against the cut on the princeling's hand as he went into the pack on his waist to retrieve a roll of gauze and wrap it around his hand.
"…He's not dead, is he?" Roy asked tentatively, watching the myrmidon at his work.
The younger redhead stopped for a moment to give the elder a hard, pointed look, before rolling his eyes and giving an exasperated sigh as he continued. "Common sense, Roy. Would I really be doing this if he were dead?"
"He's probably buzzed from the bond just now turning back on." Marth watched his brother's breathing steady, then gave a small smile and moved a hand to push a few stray locks out of the boy's face. "Brother…"
"Um…Marth?"
"…Yes, Roy?"
"You…do realize that you're naked right now…right?"
A light blush creeped up on the king's face as he closed his eyes and pulled the cover further up his body (SQUEEEEEE ^.^ …ahem.). "Oh, trust me…I am very well aware."
Marth has been Revived by Rickard! …And Rickard can no longer participate today.
*Page Break*
Roshea sighed shakily, wringing his hands together. "So many deaths…Brother…" He looked up from his lap to see a certain someone being carried to their room, passed out (yeeah…we all know it's Rickard). "What…happened to him…?" His nails dug into his hands when a certain thought came to him. "Was he…attacked? Or worse…? …No. I won't let him die…even if Radd's still watching over him…"
Roshea has Protected…Rickard!
*Page Break*
"Marth?!"
"Sire…?! You're alive?!"
"There's no way…"
"Who's the Reviver, then?"
"Hey…calm down…" Marth sighed at all of the questions and concerns being thrown his way. "If you all won't stop badgering me, I won't say anything."
The room immediately grew quiet as everyone took their seats and waited for what the king had to say.
"…That's better."
"Where's…Rickard?" Catria asked tentatively, looking around for the princeling. A thought occurred to her; her head snapped back to the blunet. "He's not…?!"
"No, no, he's not dead. He's just…tired, basically."
"Meaning he's the Reviver, then…isn't he?" Franz said softly, staring at the elder teen.
Marth sighed after a moment. "I'm not going to be able to hide it. Yes, he is – or, rather, was. I don't see why he would still be considered one, considering the effect using it only once has had on his body."
Radd leaned back in his seat and put a hand on his chin. "Then that narrows down the list of suspects…right? Now what?"
"…I have a question for Franz."
The blond looked to Roshea, who had spoken quietly and was now looking down into his lap and wringing his hands together (Seems to be doing that a lot lately…hasn't he?). "What do you want to know?"
"I…want to know why Brother said yesterday that you couldn't be Scanned. I have to know…if it's a reason that makes his reveal and his death mean something."
"I…I can't tell you that."
Roshea looked up to the other cavalier; his hands clenched tighter together at the words. "Why can't you…?!"
Franz looked down and away, no longer meeting his gaze. "I can't tell you why. I just can't."
"…Brother reveals that you can't be Scanned while also revealing himself to be the Cop. And then…he's killed. But is his Role the only reason…?"
"What…?!" He snapped his head back, eyes slightly widened. "What are you trying to imply…?!"
"…What is your Role? …Because as far as I'm aware, the only ones with scan shields are Neutrals and the Godfather."
"Wait a minute, Roshea." Marth ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I've already been briefed of the general situation, but let me get this straight: You're accusing Franz, a Town sympathizer, of being the Godfather, of all Mafia? Why would he be throwing his own followers under the bus? He's condemned both Xane and Tormod."
"…'One is cunning and cold-hearted; all will pay by their hands for their imperfections'," Roy quoted, the paper from Tormod in his hand. "…I don't think that the Godfather is too concerned about keeping those who don't properly do their job alive…especially since they knew Tormod would end up being voted the next day after he went after you."
"That isn't the only thing…" Roshea continued, looking to the king. "Wolf…had given me what he had taken yesterday. There was a member of the Mafia who was in disagreement with the Godfather on who to kill…They didn't care about any of the others' opinions. They were…unpleasant, about it. It furthers the 'cold-hearted' argument."
"…That would be the person who 'regrets their role' then…'One regrets their role, as the ones they wish for the safety of are on the other side'. A traitor, maybe?"
"I doubt that," Soren said harshly. "There're rarely ever any traitors in the game…But going back to the initial accusation…" He shot a glare at Franz. "Smart, cunning, and with a scan shield…fits the profile of Godfather, doesn't it?"
"I'm not…!" Franz jumped up out of his seat. "I'm not the Godfather!"
"Which is exactly what you want us to believe."
"You…you're only doing this because I know who you are, aren't you?"
The wind sage growled softly. "Vote Franz."
"…I'll take that as a yes…"
"…Vote Franz." Roshea looked down and sighed shakily. "I'm…maybe even more certain now…I'm not making assumptions. I'm just using the facts to create a justifiable accusation…"
Marth looked between the two who had already voted. "How can you two be so sure about all of this? After everything that's happened…you're so sure that he's a Mafioso?"
"Marth…" Roy bit his lip at the bewildered expression that the blunet was giving him. "Maybe…maybe they're right. Everything points towards him…"
"Roy…?! Even…you…"
"…I'm sorry. Vote Franz."
"Sire…" Cain started. "Why are you defending him so much…?"
The king turned to the knight. "Because I know he's no Mafia, that's why. We're going towards a mis-lynch…why don't any of you believe me…?"
Catria looked down. "Whenever there's a scan shield…it's in the case of being Scanned as a Town when you're not, not being unable to be Scanned altogether."
"Thank you, Catria. You see my point?"
"But…it's already been proven that there are variations of Roles in this game, like the Vengeful Siblings killing during the day…so we can't really go off of that, can we…?"
"C-Catria…?"
She pondered her choices for a moment, then sighed. "The odds are too much against him…Vote Franz."
"Maybe we should try this again." Soren narrowed his eyes at Franz. "What is your Role, and why can't you be Scanned?"
"How many times do I have to have to say it?!" The blond said exasperatedly, swiping a hand through his hair. "I can't tell you why I can't be Scanned!"
"Why can't you tell us?" Radd asked calmly. "Is it because you don't know why, or you're not allowed to tell us why? …Or are you just refusing to say why?"
He sighed. "I'm not allowed to. Otherwise I would. But that's as far as I can go. I can't say anything better than that. Not unless…" He shook his head. "No. I can't say anything farther."
Sophia tapped her chin. "So you have a Role that gives you a scan shield, but you're not allowed to say what your Role is. Correct?"
"Exactly!"
"So…I'm assuming you can tell us if we can guess the Role because there would be no more reason to keep it under wraps afterwards. Am I following this right?"
The cavalier blinked at her. "That's…exactly it."
"So…basically you're saying that we have to play 'Guess the Role'." Cain sighed and rubbed his face. "The only Roles I can think of that would, for any reason, have a scan shield are Neutral Roles and the Godfather. And technically Miller." He sighed again. "I'm sorry, I just can't bring myself to believe that this is a thing. Vote Franz."
"That makes five votes." Roy looked between Franz and Marth. "There're ten of us here, since I'm pretty sure Rickard doesn't count, and majority would be six either way. Meaning one of you guys," his gaze went between Marth, Radd, Sophia, and Laura, "needs to cast your vote. Or else we'll be stuck with a random lynch, and I already know that that's not going to turn out all that well for the Town."
"Damn it…" Marth growled softly and stared at a clenched fist. "You're making a mistake here…he's not Mafia. I just know he's not."
"Your Highness…" Laura gripped her staff tightly in her hands. "You've…missed a lot since you've been…dead. We can't really trust anyone anymore for who we think they are. It just doesn't…work like that anymore…"
"Why do you guys keep saying I'm the Godfather…?" Franz shook his head and stared at the group in disbelief. "This is crazy…"
"Franz…now you're getting me suspicious." Radd leaned forward and resting his elbows on his legs. "You keep saying that you're not the Godfather…yet people accuse you of just being Mafia more than specifically the Godfather. So why do you keep being so specific?"
"I…You're not automatically assuming that based off of the scan shield…?"
"Why? Do you want me to assume that?"
"N-No! But I just thought…"
"…There's too much suspicion…Sorry…Vote…Franz."
"And that's a majority." Roy looked to Marth. "Are you going to do it, or am I going to have to?"
"I…" Marth sighed and slowly stood. "I'll…do it…though I'm still saying that we're wrong about this…"
"Y-Your Highness…" Franz took a step back. "You're not really…"
"I…I'm sorry, Franz…so sorry…" Marth stepped towards the blond, Falchion drawn; every two steps forward he took, the younger teen took a step back. "Don't…think I want to do this…"
The cavalier stops moving backwards; he gulped, then sighed shakily. "…Fine. Since there's no way out of it…but let me tell you all…you're making a mistake that could very easily cost you…especially since I'm almost entirely certain I know who the Mafia are now…not that I'll tell you, now that you've gone and done this…" He gave Marth a determined stare and took a step forward, Falchion's tip close to his gut. "…What are you going to do?"
"…If…you could place one final vote…who would it be for?"
He let out a breath and close his eyes, then reopened them a moment later. "…Cain. But I can't tell you why."
"What?!" Cain and Catria both jumped to attention at the accusation, with her tightly gripping his arm. "What…what are you saying?"
"…Let's just say that condemning Xane and Tormod was a part of my plan…though you'll have to see the reason for yourself." He glanced at Soren. "And, Prince…you shouldn't be so…sporadic, with your emotions. It could just end up getting you killed." His gaze shifted to Roy. "Take another look at that paper, a closer look…and you'll find your remaining Mafia. Tormod didn't come up with the riddles all on his own, after all."
Roy's eyes widened slightly; he blinked at the younger teen. "What…?"
Franz looked back to Marth and nodded at the blade in his quivering grip. "…I'm waiting."
"Franz…" Marth stared at the boy for few moments, trying to figure out his emotions under his quiet, indifferent expression. Eventually, he sighed shakily and lifted his blade. "…As you wish…"
The deathblow was made, and upon retrieving his Role sheet, everyone realized just how right Marth was and wrong they were.
Franz has been successfully lynched by the Town. (Noooo, not my Frannie! …ahem.)
Franz
Young Spirit Hunter (Umm…a breed of supernatural hunters who 'serve the gods' and are physically superior to humans) and cavalier of Renais. Younger, orphaned brother of Forde. Admires Seth as a knight. Close friend and rival to Amelia (Just friends…?), Ross, and Ewan. Somewhat of a brother figure to Natasha. Fairly quiet and thoughtful of others. Reassures those who are down, but can have his own low moments. Strives to be useful in any manner he can. Is a good swimmer and fisher. Finds a bit of humor in taunting Ross with a football (Football, soccer ball…meh, same difference.) and solving the problems Ewan comes up with but Ross can never figure out. Seems quite often to be more than just a close friend to Amelia, but is flustered by any mention of the thought of a relationship. Just isn't ready to take the chance of losing someone else he cares dearly about just yet. Originally kept from the Spirit Hunter life, but later joined to follow in his father's footsteps despite his brother's (rather hypocritical considering he's one too) protests and to further his abilities to protect his loved ones.
Role: Lyncher – Independent; wins when three pre-chosen characters are lynched. If even one is night killed, becomes a Survivor and only wins if lives until one side wins. Cannot be Scanned, and cannot reveal why to anyone directly unless someone else guesses it correctly. Does not have to be killed in order for either side to win. Choices: Xane, Tormod, Cain
End of Day Five! Living Players Are:
(Should I really give you the list now that Franz is dead…? …Italics means that it's Marth's writing, and underlined italics is Roy's.)
Marth – Known Town
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Coroner
Roy – Known Town
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Roleblocker – Admitted to it, though has yet to do anything with it…still. Shut up, Marth.
Roshea – Known Town
Psychiatrist is strictly a Town Role.
Psychiatrist – Now a Doctor
Sophia – Unknown
Very little is given suggesting Alliance.
Unknown Role
Wolf – Known Town
Killed by the Mafia.
Some Form of Cop – Unknown how accurate readings are Pretty accurate, if you ask me.
Lugh – Known Town
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Sibling
Raigh – Known Mafia
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Vengeful Sibling
Soren – Known Town
Isn't Neutral Killer, and isn't Mafia. Is Vigilante.
Vigilante
Chad – Once Town, now Known Neutral
Obvious reasons. Admitted to it. Active Vengeful Sibling.
Vengeful Sibling – Active
Tormod – Known Mafia
Obvious reasons. Admitted to it.
Roleblocker – You…how dare you?! Roy, knock it off. I- …hmph.
Xane – Known Mafia
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Copier
Catria – Likely Town, but…
Doublevoter is usually Town, though…second vote wasn't for a suspected Mafia…
Doublevoter – Now guaranteed.
Cain – Unknown, Mafia…?
Chosen by Franz to be lynched, along with two Known Mafiosi.
Some Form of Protector – One in particular could be suggested
Rickard – Known Town
Revived another Known Town. And almost died. Roy! …What? …*siiigh*
Reviver
Pelleas – Once Neutral, now Known Town
Is a cured Psychopath.
Psychopath – Cured – Now Vanilla Townie
Radd – Most Likely Town; Most Likely Same as Rickard
Accused a Known Mafia of attacking him and kept the Reviver's identity unknown; also has the bond.
Unknown Role – One in particular could be suggested
Rhys – Known Town
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Weak Doctor
Sue – Known Town
Revealed by a Mafia with no reason to lie.
Tracker
Laura – Unknown, But Potentially Town
Supported a Most Likely Town that was killed.
Some Form of Protector – Unknown which form
Franz – Known Neutral
Lyncher is Neutral only.
Lyncher
True Ratio is 7:3.
Let the Night Phase Begin!