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 Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:30 pm
((Hey guys! Minor delay, I swear I didn't forget about this, just waiting on one thing before the game starts. (: should be tomorrow!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 7:18 am
"Jade Sorah," Jade answered, graciously and lightly shaking the hand that was offered to her and then offering her hand to. "Nice to meet you two."
Her gaze trailed from the pair of girls to Avery when she arrived with her wine bottles, finding the dining table. Ah, there! "I hope you don't mind," she said to Delilah and Laine, turning then her attention to her tote where from she pulled a box full of chocolate cookies (with a hint of mint flavor) which she carried to where the food was served and started to put those cookies on display.[Mistress Morbid] Sorry about multi-quoting... die fluegel der freiheit ... I had a derping moment... ^^;;
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:38 am
All Mackenzie could do was blink a few times in silence. "Blue... Troll? No, never, sir. I mean, I would never. That would be rude." She shook her head and offered a smile. "A pleasure you meet you, Zed. Although I guess you know me. That's weird. Well, I guess it's not weird if it's your job to know people. I guess I just didn't expect for anyone to know who I was. Then again if you're Ever's signficant other he could've told you too..." She scratched at the back of her head where the shaved half met long hair and laughed. Noting the glint in his eyes, she raised an eyebrow suspiciously before slowly shaking her head. "No thank you. I don't want to drink during a, er, work function. I don't want to be sloppy in front of my peers." If only she had seen the mess of drunk people here at the last Werewolf event!
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 10:04 am
“I think as long as you’re more restrained than some of the others were last time, that no one will fault you. Don’t worry; I’m not amused at the idea of you tumbling around like a drunken fool. I have other things that amuse me, it would just take longer to explain.” He tipped his head thoughtful. Do you like it so far? Still reporting to Ever?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 10:17 am
Well now she was just confused, but Mackenzie figured that there was no need to prod further into whatever it was that amused Zac. Shrugging her shoulders, she half-nodded. "I do. I don't know if it's what I was expecting, but I do like it. I was a part of Captain Natron's attack on an Order team meeting which was.... Interesting, to say the least." Okay, so she had never seen someone impaled on a staff before, no big deal right? "I still report to him, yes. I haven't chosen a division yet or anything. I suppose you report to..." She paused and thought for a moment, trying to remember the leaders of the different branches of the Negaverse. "General King Zinkenite, right? He leads Intelligence?" Poor, oblivious Mackenzie.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:45 pm
It was rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but the moment Scott heard the words 'Natron' and 'Order team meeting', he found himself breaking out of his 'dear lord don't look at me' statue and looking towards Mackenzie. She was at the attack, along with him and General Mica? Then perhaps he did know her! Though, she'd never recognize him... not that he'd ever hold it against her. He was easy to forgot, and he wanted them to forget, really... given his shameful display during the attack.
That, and the fact that she was talking to someone who he suspected to be very, very important, caused him to shy away once more, feeling bad for listening in on their conversation and working his way around the table. This wasn't his intel to be listening to, right?
He bumped into a table with his hip and scrambled to collect all of the cans before they shattered on the ground. He was neither graceful nor silent, screeching and flailing about, but managing to catch them all and shove them back on there. Only when he set them all in place did he notice what they were, and his face visibly paled. 'BEER? Oh no... do not want.'
He didn't look up to see if anyone noticed him, but he was certain that they did. Maybe his clumsiness and aura of complete incompetency would make him recognizable.
He really hoped not.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:17 pm
He hesitated looking thoughtful and then nodded. “Yes, not a bad team to be part of if you like knowing things, have you met him yet?” He took a sip of his drink, slow and trying to keep his laugh from bubbling up in his chest. He cleared his throat and lowered the cup. “Its good all the same, whichever division you choose they all need each other. That’s why they work so well.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:39 pm
Shaking her head and replying with a quick "No, I haven't met Zinkenite yet. I admittedly don't know many officers. But thank you, I will keep that in mind when I make a decision one day." That was when her attention was stolen. If Kenzie had known that the blonde haired boy was the Senshi of Wasps that was... A little on the clumsy side at the small ambush, then she may have commented. Instead, she smiled at the poor boy that seemed like a complete and utter nervous mess. She watched as he stumbled over himself, trying desperately not to draw attention to himself- he wasn't very good at that, was he? A hand moved to clamp over her mouth as she tried to stifle a laugh. "The Negaverse recruits a very strange array of people, Zed." She said with a grin. If she was speaking to someone really, really important as Scott suspected, she sure as s**t hadn't a clue.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:47 pm
“I’ve known that since they recruited me.” He said and gave an open chuckle. “Is … he going to be alright do you think?” He asked following her gaze towards the ‘pizza python’. “I’m starting to think he’s got a hollow leg.” “I do enjoy these get together, despite myself. Its nice to see things from another perspective, not just papers you know?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:53 pm
Sawyer considered himself a veteran of Werewolf, having survived round one. He permitted himself to be fashionably late, having barely had time to squeeze in after work--Sawyer was religious about his job in a way that frequently surprised people who assumed him to be as irresponsible as his demeanor suggested--and he had dressed for the occasion, apparently unironically. And as if to demonstrate exactly why Mackenzie was wise to avoid wanting to be drunk in public, he sailed right for the alcohol and waved at Zac and Ever with a hair too much enthusiasm.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 5:18 pm
"Laine Xantho." The white haired girl waved a hand when Jade made a notion at the table. "Go ahead. Come find us again if you need a place to sit yeah?" She once again checked the crowd again. Laine grinned when she saw Sawyer's shirt, finding the irony behind it amusing. LittleLilyKitty xD It's fine. I'm sorry I didn't tag sooner.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:00 pm
Paper crown still settled -- albeit crookedly -- on his head, Ever glanced around and saw that most of the noise and fuss had died down, most of the people had food and drink and had settled where they'd be most comfortable. In short, it meant that the first meetings were done and that it was time for the game to begin.
So, slowly, he climbed up onto his throne, tugging his shirt back into place, so that he was a good head taller than anyone else, standing above them and whistling into the noise. Once they were quiet, he'd gesture to the pillows on the floor -- still no chairs here, it would mean he was above them all when he dropped back down to sit.
"Those of you who were here before know what's coming now. Those of you who weren't, well -- It's a social game..." And his description of it was brief:
Everyone was given a card, and that card would define their roles.
Villagers were the most common, with no special powers.
Werewolves were the second most, turning to wolves that ravaged the town at night.
The Seer -- of which there was exactly one -- could look into the soul of one person per night to determine if they were a wolf or villager.
The Protector -- new this game -- could put a spell of protection over one person each night that would prevent them from dying.
Cupid would choose two lovers the first round, and then play as a normal villager for the rest of the game.
The Lovers would be inextricably entwined, their goal to be the last two standing, and each dying if the other did.
Some number of werewolves were mixed into the deck, and each night, those werewolves would choose to kill one townsperson.
During the day, the townspeople would pick one person to lynch as a werewolf, hopefully stopping the nighttime reign of terror before the werewolves killed off all the remaining humans.
This time around, at the end, he looked confident -- eyebrows raised, shooting a look around at the surrounding faces to make sure everyone was at least kind of following. The confused would figure it out fast enough.
"I'm passing out cards now, and remember -- absolutely under no circumstance should you tell anyone else what yours reads, under the penalty of true punishment, and I'm not dicking around about that."
He didn't wait for an answer. Just shuffled, and started passing out cards, face-down.
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PLEASE HOLD! (: gunna send out PMs in a moment, and then I'll post the start of the first night!
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:27 pm
More relaxed this time, Ever set back as he watched them look over their cards, eyes flicking from one to the next in a slow circle, making sure that no one was peering at anyone else's card. When he spoke, it was serious, firm.
"I'm super serious about no cheating. You guys were great last time but if anyone breaks it this time --" There was a beat. He'd already used running laps in the Rift. Twice. So how about instead -- "we'll play hot potato with some starseeds."
Intimidating. Too much so? Oh well.
"We start with night. When night comes, everyone puts their heads down on their knees and tries to remain quiet. Your only clues will be sounds from the people around you, their expressions when day comes, and what they say, offense or defense..."
A pause, a breath. Had he told them everything he needed to?
"Well. Head's down, then. It's night. Danger lurks at night."
Only once their heads are down will he go to the werewolves, to find out who they want to kill....
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OOC:
So, this is the start of the first round -- a nighttime round. I'll be sending out PMs to the wolves, the protector, and the seer in a moment. I'll also let the Lovers know who they are. If you're a villager, you have to do nothing for the next twenty four hours, until I post the next prompt!
If you want to write up a little 'sits down / listens / looks at card and puts head down' post in that time, you're welcome to, but absolutely don't have to. I won't be offended if there's thread silence until my next prompt....
AND AGAIN A REMINDER: Don't tell anyone what your assignment is. Seriously. Don't do it. I'll be so mad, you will be banned from future werewolf games, and there will be IC consequences.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:55 pm
In a way, Ever was like an angel of mercy descending from the heavens, as no sooner had he slammed against the table and caught the humored attention Zac and Mackenzie did the host of the event get the ceremony underway. Scott was eager to get this game started, listening to the rules and trying not to gnaw a hole through his cheek out of nervous habit. The sooner the roles were passed out, the sooner this game could start, and Scott might have allowed a little too much of his nervousness get the better of him as he almost snatched the card that was being handed to him from Ever's hand.
He glanced over it, and bit his lip to stop himself from groaning out loud, though in truth, he wasn't sure what else he was expecting. He wouldn't say a word, even when the thought of his starseed being passed around like a hot potato almost made him faint.
'He's joking. He's just joking. They... they wouldn't really do that...' Scott told himself, sitting on the ground and burying his head in his knees. Whether it was a joke or genuine threat, however, Scott made sure that, under no circumstances, would be say anything that was on his card.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 7:13 pm
Bitten lips earned their own momentary attention, but that was lost in the order to put heads to knees for the round of ‘night’. He gave only a momentary glance at his own card before tucking it away much like the last time he’d played. No comment, no distress, no anything really.
Well, no there was a small laugh over the idea of playing hot potato with a star seed, but there was more than a little inside joke there, though as with many ‘inside jokes’ it would be harder to explain than stepping forward and revealing his rank to the currently ignorant masses who thought of him as anything from a ‘fellow officer’ to a ‘small blue troll’.
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