Morning dawns again over the player's little beach encampment; by now, most of them are sleeping soundly through the night, sheer exhaustion outweighing terror and poor accommodations. It's no surprise to the trainers, who gather in their usual spot, that two amongst their number are missing. As usually, a gloomy search ensues, one that eventually turns up the mafia's most gruesome murder yet. The victim is unrecognizable, with all the appearances of having been the plaything and subsequent meal of some large and many-toothed creature. One arm is torn off entirely, the other shattered and lying at an odd angle in the sand. The face is lacerated beyond any hope of recognition, apparently more out of spite than anything else, but the rest of the body has been heartily gnawed; in some places, no more than a few scraps of flesh cling to exposed bone. It is only when one brave soul retrieves the corpse's trainer ID from its pocket that they can confirm the victim's identity--Involuntary Twitch.
A few trainers spread out in search of the second missing person. A shout goes up as one of the searchers spots a body crumpled on the sand, but as the rest of the group rushes up, further inspection reveals that the individual is only sleeping. At least it's not another death, but... really, Flora and Ashes? Sleeping again? A few of the other players have to shake their heads as they recognize her snoozing form. Something odd is definitely going on here--something besides their being trapped on a beach, surrounded by a ring of murderous pokémon and being picked off one by one for the mafia's sadistic amusement, that is.
Involuntary Twitch is dead. She was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.
A few trainers spread out in search of the second missing person. A shout goes up as one of the searchers spots a body crumpled on the sand, but as the rest of the group rushes up, further inspection reveals that the individual is only sleeping. At least it's not another death, but... really, Flora and Ashes? Sleeping again? A few of the other players have to shake their heads as they recognize her snoozing form. Something odd is definitely going on here--something besides their being trapped on a beach, surrounded by a ring of murderous pokémon and being picked off one by one for the mafia's sadistic amusement, that is.
Involuntary Twitch is dead. She was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.