It's hard to say whether the citizens of ASB central sleep better this night than they have previously; last night turned out all right, after all, but their efforts to capture the criminal element among them continue to be totally unsuccessful. There's nothing most of them can do but wait until morning.
When morning arrives, a few members go so far as to actually be optimistic as they step out onto the city streets and start to make their way towards the central square. A terrified scream, though, is enough to shatter whatever confidence they may have had.
Trainers rush to find the source of the noise, only to find a terrified citizen backing away from an awful sight. o_O is sprawled in the middle of the street, blood dribbling out of a mouth set into an awful, broad grin. His torso is mangled, long slashes crisscrossing it--surely far more than would be necessary to kill any normal human. All around his corpse spreads a sticky puddle of blood, unnaturally dark to the point that it borders on purple.
The group moves in to console the unfortunate member who made the discovery, only to hear another yell from closer to the square. Unnerved, the remainder of the trainers move off to investigate. Another trainer is bent over a still form lying in the middle of the road, not far from the meeting place--someone who didn't manage to make it far last night, it would appear. MidnightSaboteur, much to the relief of the other trainers, proves to be no more than sleeping, but no amount of shaking or yelling can rouse him. A faint smile graces his lips as he slumbers on, clearly under the influence of some powerful attack.
o_O is dead. He was mafia.
MidnightSaboteur is sleeping and may not participate in discussion today.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nominations.
When morning arrives, a few members go so far as to actually be optimistic as they step out onto the city streets and start to make their way towards the central square. A terrified scream, though, is enough to shatter whatever confidence they may have had.
Trainers rush to find the source of the noise, only to find a terrified citizen backing away from an awful sight. o_O is sprawled in the middle of the street, blood dribbling out of a mouth set into an awful, broad grin. His torso is mangled, long slashes crisscrossing it--surely far more than would be necessary to kill any normal human. All around his corpse spreads a sticky puddle of blood, unnaturally dark to the point that it borders on purple.
The group moves in to console the unfortunate member who made the discovery, only to hear another yell from closer to the square. Unnerved, the remainder of the trainers move off to investigate. Another trainer is bent over a still form lying in the middle of the road, not far from the meeting place--someone who didn't manage to make it far last night, it would appear. MidnightSaboteur, much to the relief of the other trainers, proves to be no more than sleeping, but no amount of shaking or yelling can rouse him. A faint smile graces his lips as he slumbers on, clearly under the influence of some powerful attack.
o_O is dead. He was mafia.
MidnightSaboteur is sleeping and may not participate in discussion today.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nominations.