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Ōmagatoki: Voluntas Dei Morientis (Game 4) [Ended]
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wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
And where was I? Burning in hell, of course.
But seeing that Paiyoon, the one person she knew from the previous round that ended due to the lack of human existence, was being attacked just for making an assumption, she had to step in.
"Maybe... Paiyoon just... felt as if... Curious George was suspicious... In my eyes... and if I were in her shoes... I would vote for Curious George... Maybe get Ted involved too..." She said, starting to ramble the slightest bit, her mind starting to lose its hold on sanity, its hold on keeping herself together without falling into pieces at the mess she was trying to understand.
But despite everything she could do to try to help, Paiyoon was on her own. And it already seemed as if Paiyoon knew, and was already building up that solid wall of not-fortitude, disguising it with that calm disposition of hers.
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Poor Luffy.
She winced when she heard the news, already two dead.... and it was the 2nd day here.
She then thought about how Paiyoon was a little suspicious...the way she wanted to vote out Luffy so badly.
She shook the thought out of her head.
"I mean, maybe she just really thought Luffy was the yokai-" She thought.
She went over to where Paiyoon was.
"Hi," she said.
She took a deep breath. Maybe she was being rude, but Tarik hadn't taken any time to talk to her. To understand her motivations. Yes, it was guilty until proven innocent, but Paiyoon would always listen to someone's defense when they offered it to her. If the circumstances were different, she would have even wanted to work with Tarik. But no, that ship had sailed.
"Look, vote me if you want. I don't really care. I've already figured half of this game out. If you're really town, screw yourself over and lose another person who would vote with you."
Okay, Paiyoon. That's enough.
"I'm sorry. I'm being... unfair. Really, Tarik. I've been wrong before, and it's... nevermind. You don't understand the history that this game has. I- I... I don't want to be your enemy. If you maybe want to start over, let's just... talk. As a show of trust, I'd perhaps be willing to vote for whoever you want to vote for."
She sighed.
"Look at me, messing this up as usual. I'm really not Yokai. And I'm not the archangel. I'll probably be dead by the morning. I'm sorry to bother you."
Paiyoon walked away, a twinge of regret plaguing her. A familiar face caught her eye.
"Youngjin!" A real smile broke across Paiyoon's face. "I didn't realize you were back! How are you? Alive, of course. But you're town, right? We can work together this time! And listen... about last game, I'm sorry. It was just fate, y'know?"
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My current RP work:
Youngjin was surprised that Paiyoon had even remembered her.
"It's alright, it's not really anyone's fault they're here, is it? Anyways, I'm sure anyone in your shoes would have done that as well," She said.
"Maybe this time we could work together,"
She sat down next to her. "And, I'm sure that you're not a yokai,"
"I'm sorry. That was a bit rude." She was struggling internally. Thoughts of Femi and Suko were still raw in her mind. The pain still hurt, stabbing her like a knife. "Anyway, who are you suspicious of?" It took all of Paiyoon's willpower not to throw Shieta under the bus.
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My current RP work:
Dorky Monroe's POV
Everything was just so overwhelming and confusing right now. But he had to find a way to contain himself.
"Why do you want to be voted so bad? Are you Jester or something?" Dorky joked.
He paused, and turned to look at Tarik.
"You know, I... Paiyoon might be making a good point. If you were a civilian, you probably would have tried to understand her motives better. Why were you trying so hard to turn us against her? Sure, you acted like you wanted to save Luffy, but maybe you didn't know his role, and you just wanted, um, town credit?"
His shoulders hunched up, and he flinched backward.
"I- I'm sorry! I don't know what I'm saying. Maybe Paiyoon could be trying to gauge town credit by taking control, too. This is honestly such a guessing game, and I..."
...
"Two people have already died. What's worse... two civilians. If...someone has to die, I don't want to make it a third."
He wished he just knew the answer. He wished he could just offer some kind of interesting, helpful thought.
He wished he was sure of who was a Yōkai and who wasn't. But you never could be sure who was who. This was so stressful.
If it wasn't unbelievably selfish, he would have voted himself, just so he could die and save himself the stress. Not like he was any help anyway.
Just a stupid, overly dependent, indecisive, uncertain voter. With very little thinking capacity to determine who is suspicious and who isn't.
"I'm sorry. I'm... Not helpful at all." He lowered his head.
...
"Paiyoon... No. You're not gonna die. I-"
He couldn't promise that. He knew he couldn't.
"I'm sorry. You know, if... I had to guess, gosh, I don't know..."
...
"Tarik and Paiyoon both seem like they have been actively committing to votes, discussion of suspicions, and whatnot. Youngjin too. We've had some people standing by, not talking much about votes. This could be because they're uncertain who it is, or, maybe they're worried about fellow Yōkai being voted out. It's just... Augh..."
He sighed. "This is so pathetic, I have my suspicions, but... I can't confirm any of them, or really act on them much. Really. Because... I know I have to, but... I just don't want to be wrong. Not again..."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
She took a deep breath. Maybe she was being rude, but Tarik hadn't taken any time to talk to her. To understand her motivations. Yes, it was guilty until proven innocent, but Paiyoon would always listen to someone's defense when they offered it to her. If the circumstances were different, she would have even wanted to work with Tarik. But no, that ship had sailed.
"Look, vote me if you want. I don't really care. I've already figured half of this game out. If you're really town, screw yourself over and lose another person who would vote with you."
“Shut up Archangel, why would a civilian be on your side? I’m over here trying to survive, and you’re the most suspicious of us all. You didn’t seem fazed when Vortex died, nor did you seem fazed when luffy was innocent, because of you TWO of my teammates are dead, just because of your “Suspicion.” I don’t care about these fates controlling you, but if you’re going to use that as an excuse, i’m going to say this loud and clear: You’re obviously the archangel. Guilty until proven innocent my arse, if we go on like this we’ll all die by the archangels hand.” Tarik turned away and stormed off huffily, ignoring whatever Paiyoon said. It was clear he felt rather strongly about what Paiyoon had done, and had taken every word she said personally and to heart, particularly the accusation of being Yokai just for voicing his suspicions.
And where was I? Burning in hell, of course.
Dorky Monroe's POV
He shook his head. "I've been so stupid and unhelpful this entire time, I just... I don't know what to believe. There seems to- there seems to be a case to be made for both guilt and innocence. For everybody. I'm not even certain what is most likely."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Kojirou Inari
Kojirou eventually decided to stop looking around and stalking random people and not acknowledging Paiyoon's existence. Mastix's been a super boring place ever since it burned down anyway, and there wasn't really anything new.
He took off his invisibility cape and began, "So, ahem, I'm not part of this Ōmagatoki game this time, but I feel the need to point something out." Kojirou paused for a moment.
"The current ratio of Humans to Yōkai is 6:3. The Yōkai are able to kill up to 2 people tonight, due to the Djinn's death wish. Therefore, if a person was to be voted today, they must be aligned with the Yōkai, or the Archangel, in order for town to not lose. That is all I will say."
And with that, Kojirou vanished, presumably to spectate more.
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Oh god, not this again...
At this point, she has been called for enough cameos that she could rival Lan Stee at this point. Or was it... Sam Tea? Stanley? Eh, who cares, she certainly didn't. Does that guy even exist in this universe?
Ok ok enough babbling on about whatever that was, Mei was back in this hell somehow, and the show must go on or whatever, right? She had no clue how she got latched on to Ms. Frizzle's magic school bus to hell and wasn't even there for the oh so exciting arrival, but now that she was here, guess it was time to live out this field trip to its fullest.
Well, as a nonexistent being who wasn't even supposed to exist in this universe in the first place, there wasn't much Mei could do, right? I mean, she was basically a ghost, and not even one of the cool ones! God, so annoying... Anyways, she took a quick look around and eavesdropped on a few conversations, retaining absolutely none of the information except for all the posts on this page and this page only. So basically, all Mei knew was that they were voting, and some dude was being accused of being a Yokai. How fun.
Oh, and another nonexistent being was also here too, looked like it was her good old friend, the "Disembodied Voice™" and totally not Kojirou, and it seemed like they had some interesting info to share. Ratios, votings, town, blah blah blah, Mei genuinely didn't care. She began by shrugging her shoulders, giving a disinterested look before suggesting a wonderful proposition. "Aww, but where's the fun in thaaaat? Why not just... I dunno, go crazy go stupid and turn this into The Purge? Sure as hell would get this s**t done a lot quicker, and it would be more fun! I'll even get the popcorn, and the Yokai can have some too! Hehe, c'mooooonnn, trust me!" Of course, she brought a devious smirk along with that outlandish idea, along with a few giggles that would probably be heard by literally no one.
Realizing this, Mei decided to take matters into her own hands and pretended to brutally murder each and every single one of the characters, but of course, being a supposedly nonexistent being prevented her from doing anything.
Oh well, that's the last of it. She's gonna follow in Sam Tea's footsteps and never cameo again.
Here is where you would insert the V-Sauce music.
Or will she?
Dorky Monroe's POV
To be fair, it still wasn't exactly clear if this was all real or not. But... Real or not, he guessed... Maybe it was a good idea to win this game? Or... Was it a better idea to lose it? Did people die for real here? Was this a simulation?
Good grief this was confusing.
But his eyes widened, and he started shaking all over, when Kojirou revealed the facts. That if they voted wrong this time, Town would lose.
"Oh my god. I'm... I'm gonna be sick," he choked out. Maybe he could try voting for Paiyoon, or for Tarik. But... That's not to say that other people couldn't also be suspects right now. Of course they were.
But, these were the people who stood out most right now. Which was at least indicative of... Something, right?
He gulped. "I'll... Be honest with you all. I'm not exactly sure if... This whole thing is real or not. But, regardless, of if our lives are all at stake or not... I- I'm going to try my best to help you all. So... I-"
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"Shoot. I was going to say something super epic and interesting and punchline-ish but then I literally forgot what it was!
He sighed.
"Paiyoon. I- This really hurts to say. I... I like you. You're really cool. You seem super smart, logical, analytical. Absolutely brilliant. An extraordinary reasoner. But you also have this super off vibe... And... What Tarik is bringing up, I..."
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His body increasingly tensed up. He gritted his teeth, pinching at his skin, shifting from side to side, one foot to the other.
"I might be wrong but... I might have to vote you. Whether I'm wrong or not... I'm so sorry."
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"Everything is going to be okay."