This really isn't all that different from how my sister and I played Clueas kids, though we didn't fight with the player pieces.
June 12th, 2020
The air crackled with tension, each of her individual breaths dragging painfully in her throat. A trickle of nervous sweat ran down her back, and she slowly wet her lips, fingers curling and uncurling into fists as, like an animal, she sensed the suspicion and paranoia thick in the air and sought to protect herself, fight and flight switching places with every heartbeat pounding against her ribs.
A ghostly presence was reaching towards her now, laden with doom, and her back stiffened, shoulders drawing back and lips drawing up in the closest thing to a snarl a human could manage, prepared for her fight and just waiting for it to turn the corner so she could pounce.
Keiichi smirked, reaching for the dice and clattering them across the Clue board. Professor Plum could now advance to the Cellar, which hid the solution envelope.
A trickle of sweat ran down Mion's jaw.
"You look awfully smug, Keiichi-san, for someone who loses all the time! Oh-ho-ho~!" Satoko cackled, one hand over her mouth.
"Cheh!" Keiichi scoffed, tossing his head and smugly folding his arms. "I may have no luck, and memorizing the cards might be just out of my grip, but in this, you cannot beat me! I grew up on procedural cop shows and my mom's mystery books! I was reading Sherlock Holmes in the womb!"
"I'm pretty sure you can't read anything before you were born, Keiichi-san." Rena said, idly toying with her Miss Scarlett figurine.
"I know my mom read 'em when she was pregnant with me."
Keiichi snorted, a burst of steam escaping his nose. His eyes began to gleam as he shaped ideas with his hand and his silver tongue.
"Knowledge enters the brain through reading, and mother and son are connected during pregnancy through the umbilical cord. The brain is fed by blood, so the sheer amount of mystery novels she read must have had that knowledge circulating throughout my mother's entire system, ergo, it would have fed into me through the umbilical cord!"
He struck a pose as the radiant light of the day seemed to intensify behind him. "Yes, the blood of the entire mystery genre flows through these veins! Bow before the mystery king! No crime is unsolvable in my hands! Gya-ha-ha-ha!"
"Mew, maybe Keiichi should actually finish his turn." Rika, aka Miss Peacock, said from her place on her stomach, feet kicking idly above her back as she rested her chin in both hands. "Before bragging about how clever he is."
"You dare defy the Mystery King?!" Keiichi snorted, sitting down again and hastily crossing his legs before reaching out for the board, shoving his player piece the required moves to enter into the Cellar block. "There!"
He reached for the envelope and then stood again with it in hand, grinning ominously.
"I accuse, blame, and point fingers at, Reverend Green!" he bellowed, pointing a finger like the judgement of god at Mion as she shrieked and swooned backwards. "For brutally bludgeoning to death our beloved host, with the candlestick, in the Billiard Room!"
"Nooooooooo!" Mion wailed, collapsing dramatically to the ground as Keiichi shook the cards out of the envelope and revealed his accusation to be true. "Curse you, Professor Plum!"
"Heh." Keiichi grinned and folded his arms smugly. "Mystery King, baby."
"Tch!" Satoko scowled and looked away. "Well, don't get too cocky. Rika and I were just on the verge of figuring out who it was, too!"
"I guessed that our beloved host wasn't nimble enough to avoid the candlestick, nipah~!" Rika sang, beaming.
"You may have revealed my crimes!" Mion suddenly shrieked, lurching forward to cup her hand around her player piece. "But you'll never take Reverend Green alive, coppers!"
She danced her player piece across the board like he was running, and Keiichi gaped, before seizing his own piece and dancing it after Mion's.
"How dare you try to escape the long arm of the Mystery King's justice! Men, after him!"
"Mew, you're the only male player." Rika chimed, tapping her own piece across the board in aimless pursuit.
"Tell that to Colonel Mustard."
"Gneh!" Satoko shoved the rope prop into the fleeing Reverend Green's path with her own piece. "Trap activated! Reverend Green is now all tangled up in ropes!"
"Reverend Green cuts through the ropes with his machete!"
"Wha- this edition doesn't have a machete!"
"I use the dagger then!"
"Aw!" Rena scooped up all the tiny weaponry Satoko and Mion were fighting over and cradled the pewter pieces in her hands. "These weapons are so cute! I'm taking them home with me~!"
"Wait, Rena, no! I need those to set traps in the game!"
"We aren't really playing by game rules anymore, Satoko." Rika pointed out as Keiichi and Mion leaped up and began dueling, using their player pieces as tiny, deeply ineffective swords. Rena, who was busy cooing over her horde of assorted tiny weaponry, wasn't even paying attention as the duo clashed furiously less than a foot away from her.
"It's the principle of the thing, Rika!"
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