RPG Mini-Game: Murder at the Temple!

Octavian X said:
The murderous duo have been notified. :)
This means that they might kill the other mafia guy and ruin the game. I think they should be at work together and see who they think should die. Does this make me one of them? :mischief:
 
no thats the whole point, they have to not be stupid :) and yes it could do, Oct is it night or day?
 
Last changes made. The two won't know each other, so it'll porabably be their goal to kill on another off so they can be the only winners. :D

And with that - the game begins!

Evening, Day 0 - Murder at the Temple!

One by one, the guests came in from various other parts of the Temple to turn in for the night. Riko Anjin, a long-term resident of the Hotel Temple discussed his rather infamous revolutionary views with Wolfgangsan, Temple Musician, as both entered first into the grand lobby. Both waved to Octavian V, the Temple's Keeper, as they sat to continued what seemed to be a lively discussion. Wolfgang had a habit of loudly disagreeing with Anjin, catching the annoyed stare of the next person to enter, CivGeneral, who was headed to his room.

Next entered Ankka. Octavian greeted him as Ankka entered. Ankka revealed he was only in town one night for some business, and that he'd be leaving promptly tomorrow. He, too, went to his room.

A considerably larger group came into the lobby next. blackheart, Civanator, Jack Ijunio, ]Hydrino Quatton, and Myein came in as one group, united by a common fondness for fighting. The friends, staying at the Temple to relax and prepare for upcoming tournaments unknown, went to another corner of the lobby to discuss their latest achievments.

Next to enter were perhaps the strangest - SaaMsan and BCLG, along with an army of interns (whose names Octavian V never learned, anyway). Both joked back and forth, and with the other people in the lobby, generally generating a good amount of laughter. This noise annoyed the next entrant, Real Pave, who was in town on account of the good fishing reputed to exist in the Temple's spring-fed ponds. After Pave came Meta, a charismatic fellow, who, in contrast to Pave, enjoyed the merrymaking and often joined SaaM and BCLG in it.

As SaaM placed a fishbowl on his head for more roars of laughter, Agent Noldodan entered. He tried to join in the fun, but was sadly ignored, since he seemed just plain unfriendly by many of the participants. He ended up joining Anjin and Wolfgang in their debate.

Lastly, a shady figure entered - Zio. Nobody seems to know him, and rather than join the lively lobby, he skulked off to his room as well.

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By 3:00 AM, the hotel quieted down. All were in their respective rooms, and most (if not all) were asleep. Octavian V himself was just about to shut his eyes and slumber, when he heard a loud chrasing noise, and subsequent yelling from down the hall. Figuring it was just SaaM and BCLG fooling around, he went to sleep.

The shock came next morning, when the residents realized that Riko Anjin had been murdered! His door, to room 14, had been banged at several times, and it had taken his assailent several tries to finally (and slopilly) force his entry. A swordfight had followed, as evidenced by the fact that nearly everything in the room had been turned over and sliced in some fashion. Though there was evidence of swords, there was no blood. Indeed, rather than using his sword, Anjin's killer managed to take him out only by way of knocking him rather hard on the head with a vase.

Octavian V immeadiated locked the doors, and told the guests that none would leave until the murderer had been found. This was to the anger of many, especially Ankka, who complained he had urgent business in the capital.

Now - who did it? Discuss amongst yourselves, and cast your vote. Remember - make your votes clear, and they are final (you can' change your vote). Only one vote per person. The deceased, unfortunately, won't be allowed to vote:D The one guest with the most votes will then be 'taken out.'
 
"And so the game is afoot." SaaMsan said, puffing on pipe as he fixed his tweed cap. "Someone has killed Riko. With a vase, it seems." SaaMsan turned to two of his interns. "Sean Watson! John Connery! Inspect Rikos room." Turning to the rest of the guests, SaaMsan explained that these two interns seemed to have an inate sense for finding clues.. whatever that meant.
After a long period of time that felt like nothing due to a cheesy cut-in, Sean and John returned to the rest of the crowd.
"Yo yo yo!" cried Sean.
"Sean is right" continued John. "We seem to have found a yo-yo. It might belong to the deceased, but its shiny. We want it."
SaaMsan groaned and pushed the 2 misguided interns away to go play Jeopardy. "Does anyone see anything, my good men?"

Does anyone see anything? And will the killer be found?

NOTE- The yo-yo is my invention upon realizing I accidently placed Sean John into the story (P. Diddy). It doesnt mean anything.
 
MSTK said:
OOC: Poor Riko :(
I think that you should make the first murder an NPC without asking the mafia as to not disappoint people who can't play at all :lol:
/OOC
OOC: Sounds like a good Idea, though Im not sure how it can be implamented here and in the offical mafia games.
 
Blackheart eyes all of the other hotel occupants warily. He suddenly realizes something.

"Most everyone here is a trained and educated specialist. The only ones that aren't are Real Pave the fisherguy, Ankka the ADD, and BCLG100 the overshadowd side kick."

A nearby shiny fruit fly catches Blackheart's eye and he goes off to chase it.
 
OOC: When are our votes due?

Myein overslept, having made a long trek from the southernmost regions of Babylon, making this his stop on his way to Osgiliath. Awaking at noon, the groggy soldier walked to the lobby on his way out to eat when a guard stopped him. Instinctively, he unsheathed his prized sword a few inches, but slid it back into the sheath. There was no threat here.
"Excuse me," the guard said, "but nobody is allowed in or out of this place. A murder was commited earlier this morning, around three o'clock. Suspects are being investigated."
Murder? Myein thought, raising an eyebrow. Nodding, he dismissed the guard and walked towards the dining area of the temple. Whoever the murderer was, he would have to pay. Who knows how many days he would have to wait here before he could get to Osgiliath?
 
Zio watched from a corner, as the two interns babbled about this shiny toy, and Saamsan ushered them out of the room. Zio stood up and said,

"It apears as though the late Riko and his assailant held quite a duel. One that lasted for a considerable time. Our killer was no newcomer to swordsmanship. He was obviously someone with backround, or perhaps a proffesion, that would require skills with a blade. The murderer knocked down the door, in quite a messy rough fassion. Perhaps he was someone of lesser strength or size, as there struggle to barge through. Now, the end of the duel is most peculiar. Riko was struck in the head with a vase. What happened to the swords? An answer to this I cannot hypothesyse(sp?). What we know for sure is that the killer is one of us, and is obviously skilled with a sword."

Zio, then, retreated to his corner once more.
 
"A swhordsman, eh?" said John Connery, resisting all attempts by other interns to silence him. "Very very schuspiciouch."
With that, John was promptly gagged and thrown into a closet.
"Why don't we shut him up for now?" ask SaaMsan.
Every other guest in the temple nodded in agreement.
 
"Interesting Zio, except that you forget the fact that all the skilled swordsmen here and everywhere else are neither weak nor small in size. And if he were so skilled with the blade then why was there considerable dueling? Only someone unskilled would have used the vase and got themselves into such a brawl in the first place. I would think that he must have been pretty large sized and strong in order to even knock down the door in the first place."

Blackheart whistles a nice catchy tune as he walks around the room continuing his thoughts.

((OOC: where do we vote at, by PM?))
 
Walking out of the cafeteria in disgust, Myein looks into the murder subject once again. The guard that had blocked him earlier had been replaced, and Myein felt comfortable enough to ask him. "I hear there was a murder this morning," Myein started.
"You bet."
"Where was it? Maybe I can teach the murderer a lesson."
"Room 14," the guard answered. "It's still open for now, but I think the owner might close it off."
Wondering what it could be all about, Myein walked into the room, investigators crowding around it. He thought about letting someone locked in the closet out, but after hearing his insane accent, decided against it. Looking in the room himself, he found the incident terrible. Everything was cut up, and there was no blood. Pondering, he sat in a confetti chair and went through all the evidence. Finally, he announced his plan.
"Alright, everyone, this thing seems more serious than I thought. The biggest and most ominous question is: Will more be killed? I think so, because the killer seemed to have a motive to quickly finish him off. Had it been some sort of individual grudge, I would think that they would have had some kind of slow, painful, death, like a jab in the stomach, which would not have been too hard, considering the swordplay dancing everywhere. I also doubt an hired assassin pulled this off. None would be careless enough to knock down the sword. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be killed. I have great deeds to accomplish in the north, and I want to be out of here as soon as possible.
"All who wish to remain safe best meet me in my room, Room 18, tonight. I fear an insane maniac is about. Perhaps, in this meeting, we can finally do some justice. I can assure you that if you attend this meeting, and who you think is the murderer is correct, he shall be put to death immediately."
Myein concluded his speech, and stood in the doorway. Gathering his thoughts, he moved his eye over every person in the room. Which one could be the murderer?
Sighing heavily, the soldier walked out and crashed in his room, pouring over maps of the North.

(( OOC: The North is just another plot that I am currently in. There's a thread about it, and it has nothing to do with this thread. But I am making it so that this occurs between my Babylon mission and my North Journey. ))
 
Please vote in this thread - I don't have the PM box space for that many. :p When you do, keep it simple, something like...

Vote - John Doe

We won't have a due date for votes. We'll just let the votes come in until one result is conclusive (an unbeatable majority for one person).
 
Ankka woke up in the morning, as he usually did, and went to the café to have some breakfast tea. while lazily sitting around and sipping the tea, he heard someone shout from the closet. Was quite a freaky accent. Very freaky, to be serious. Ankka asked the professional Temple Teamaker what on eath was going on. After hearing a rather scared - actually hysterical - explanation that Riko Anjin had been murdered last night, Ankka fell silent and started thinking.

"What is going on? This is weird... the Temple is supposed to be a place of safety and quiet." He thought to himself. "But it is surely annoying that they aren't letting me leave the area even though I had some stuff to do in the Capitol... Oh well."

Vote - Jack Ijuno

OOC:

<snip>
The shock came next morning, when the residents realized that Riko Anjin had been murdered! His door...
<snip>

I though Riko was a lady?
 
i thought there was 2 mafia's? do 2 people really hate rik that much:P

@blackheart, im also the 'ol grnadmaster samurai in another thread, possible a little more training than some :P
 
Why would Annka vot Jack Ijuno? He would never ever kill anyone except in wartime and that was different.

Vote-Wolfgangsan.

Jack Ijuno told Myein that he would go to the Room 18 Meeting.
 
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