After the chilling failure to expose any criminals the day before, the denizens of ASB Central creep back to their homes, waiting with increasing uneasiness as dusk creeps on into night. Those that can sleep do so uneasily, many of them watched over by a full team of pokémon told to stay on the alert in the vain hope of repulsing the mafia should they appear. And, of course, the mafia themselves come to life at night, laying their plans and closing in on their target...
The next morning, the wakening citizens once again breathe a sigh of relief as the morning comes on, another night survived. As the call goes out across the city for them to assemble, they drag their tired bodies out to the square for another day of awful, tense debate.
Today, it turns out that it is unnecessary to send parties out in search of the night's casualties. The first few arrivals at the town square recoil in horror as they behold, pinned to the great gyarados fountain that dominates the square, the body of Byrus. The metal pole from a street sign is rammed through his stomach, affixing him to the gyarados' side, and blood is smeared all down the great serpent's flank. The ever-circulating water below, however, is by now clear.
The remaining citizens cower in the far corner of the square while a couple of pokémon are commissioned to remove the corpse; as they converse, however, it soon becomes apparent that a normally quite vocal member of their company is absent. A couple of volunteers, fearing the worst, set out in search of Kusarigamaitachi, only to find it, far from deceased, instead snoozing contentedly on a park bench several blocks away. All attempts to rouse it prove utterly unsuccessful, however--its opinions clearly won't factor in the day's sentencing decision.
Byrus is dead. He was not mafia.
Kusarigamaitachi is sleeping and may not participate in discussion today.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nominations! Good luck!
The next morning, the wakening citizens once again breathe a sigh of relief as the morning comes on, another night survived. As the call goes out across the city for them to assemble, they drag their tired bodies out to the square for another day of awful, tense debate.
Today, it turns out that it is unnecessary to send parties out in search of the night's casualties. The first few arrivals at the town square recoil in horror as they behold, pinned to the great gyarados fountain that dominates the square, the body of Byrus. The metal pole from a street sign is rammed through his stomach, affixing him to the gyarados' side, and blood is smeared all down the great serpent's flank. The ever-circulating water below, however, is by now clear.
The remaining citizens cower in the far corner of the square while a couple of pokémon are commissioned to remove the corpse; as they converse, however, it soon becomes apparent that a normally quite vocal member of their company is absent. A couple of volunteers, fearing the worst, set out in search of Kusarigamaitachi, only to find it, far from deceased, instead snoozing contentedly on a park bench several blocks away. All attempts to rouse it prove utterly unsuccessful, however--its opinions clearly won't factor in the day's sentencing decision.
Byrus is dead. He was not mafia.
Kusarigamaitachi is sleeping and may not participate in discussion today.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nominations! Good luck!
