| Nice day today |
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| Diey Six Kogoro Mouri, sitting to a cup of breakfast coffee and sandwiches in Cafe Poirot, situated just below his agency and residence, leafed through the Morning Nichiuri Paper. Every now and then he would glance down at his wristwatch with an expression expectant, gazing out the window from his front corner booth and over the sidewalks of Beika town disctrict five as the brilliant sun made a nascent sweep of a new hope over the industrially ravished wasteland horizon. Kogoro's sandwich this morning had been devoid of its usual character, a moist and homely glop in lieu of its crisp and comely crunch; cafe poirot was decidedly changed with the absence of Amuro Tooru, criminal as he was found to be; how it will remedy this tragedy begotten and please its customers will be an endeavor for the ages. Seeing Ran walking hand in hand with Conan a short ways away from the Cafe, Kogoro folded his paper over and began to rise to greet the pair, the corner of his eye fell upon the paper as it made a crisp and satisfying sound in its crease; the obituaries were headed by one police detective Wataru Takagi, his portrait beset by a small blurb detailing heroic exploits the man may or may not have had part in. The people in Kogoro's small sphere of life were vanishing, their fates fraught with grief and misfortune, but his family had been altogether unscathed, and for that he was grateful. A bell chime gave ring in undulating grace over the glass fronted door of Cafe Poirot as Conan entered, holding the door propped open for Ran trailing behind him. Everyone Survived @Toei Burnsama- Jodie Maor- Genta ElFlapper- Okamoto Kohei @Shinichi-kun Winter-Sonata- Gin Coomberlane- Sango Vurdda- Okino Yoko @JOAOAA Cantonese Lothloran Polychrome @Revolt1021 Pdot19 - Ai Haibara AA-dono @Itachi @Simonian Shadowchild23- Bourbon Alquez- Wataru Takagi ClinT- Shuichi Akai @IMKZ @KINGUBERMENSCH Night Six Begin Send me deductions! Send me deductions! Send me dedcutions! Even the villains ought to send deductions! |
OchimushaApr 24, 2016 5:58 PM
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| At least I got deductions. Night Six After sitting for coffee with Ran and Conan, Mouri Kogoro moved on with his daily routine, putting focus towards a missing person's case he was contracted to investigate. He was consulted by a man in what appeared to be attire proper for mourning, sealed briefcase between his glove-bound hands. Kogoro was not especially put off by the manner of the man's appearance, at least not enough so as to stress it in light of the allure of fronted paper money, thus he accepted the case. He was presently venturing to decipher, from his second-story office desk, papers left behind, evidently, by the missing person. Witlessly parsing through the, in most senses of the word, ordinary texts, Kogoro found a trying endeavor in placing the man's occupation, let alone his whereabouts; they had, by habit, written postcards from their biannual stays in Hawaii, but the dates didn't corroborate as evidence to their location; perchance they had gone on vacation early this year, as it was now April, and they had been wonted to stay in August. Hearing a recurring clangor of a fingernail on metal, Kogoro looked up from his trance, eyes latticed with veins from gaping at the tedious paperwork. The brat Conan, standing a short ways apart from him, fondling the ashtray centerpiece of the conference table, had that ever-knowing sneer marking his four-eyed face. Kogoro exhaled the vapors he'd been holding between his cheeks, markedly galled by Conan's presence, before rolling his chair back to the windowfront of the building that rested at his back. Sliding open the stenciled window, Kogoro gestured towards Conan for his ashtray and a cigarette, then shooing him out, telling him he'd ought to, in errand, pick up a new carton from the convenience store down the block. It was getting late, shadows held, swelling in places out of the sun's light, to the parapets of shorter buildings across the thoroughfare, Kogoro observed. Looking down to see Conan shuffle out as Azusa tossed out the crumb's of today's leftover cafe breads, feeding, daintily, the stray cats, the dwellers who customarily dotted the Beika streets, Kogoro couldn't, perchance for want of trying, discern the change in his state of existence as he was huffed, headfirst, out the window of his second story agency, haplessly bracing for imminent collision with the world as it flourished before his eyes. Toei is Dead Spotted on the staircase heading up towards the Mouri Detective Agency, Itachi was apprehended. @Toei - Kogoro Burnsama- Jodie Maor- Genta ElFlapper- Okamoto Kohei @Shinichi-kun Winter-Sonata- Gin Coomberlane- Sango Vurdda- Okino Yoko @JOAOAA Cantonese Lothloran Polychrome @Revolt1021 Pdot19 - Ai Haibara AA-dono @Itachi @Simonian Shadowchild23- Bourbon Alquez- Wataru Takagi ClinT- Shuichi Akai @IMKZ @KINGUBERMENSCH Day Seven Begin Vote in bold. |
OchimushaApr 25, 2016 4:56 PM
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| Finally lol |
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You should have at least tried. |
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| Too bad my character's abilities are as non-existant as Hound's since no one I needed to die actually died. Well it's not like I ever bothered investigating anyone anyways. |
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| vote no doubt he's anything bad |
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| Vote yes |
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| Do the smart thing and save me ^-^ |
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| I'm not going to do make a narrative post today, hopefully someone else will have voted by tomorrow. |
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| I haven't been worrying about it, but I'll kill off the three inactive players tonight. I mean, some of them haven't posted in over a hundred hours. Rather, tomorrow, something came up again. |
OchimushaApr 27, 2016 8:45 PM
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| go Itachi go! |
| I wonder why a lot of people are inactive |
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| Cause they scared |
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| The silent ones can't be trusted |
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I_FKN_LOVE_GANJA said: I'm putting you back in the game.go Itachi go! |
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I_FKN_LOVE_GANJA said: horrible name change horrible horrible horriblego Itachi go! |
הלב שלי כבר מת |
| I'm feeling rather lightheaded, like the stem-side of my brain is asleep; I can't remember exactly what I wrote for this chapter just five minutes ago. My apologies if it's any confusing. Day Seven Itachi stood, before the jury, claiming to innocence, despite being the person closest in proximity to the scene of Kogoro Mouri's death. The case against him had ground, but the jury, jaded and bleary, could not be held accountable for the meting out of just dealings. Itachi Has Been Released Exiting the courts, Conan and Ayumi followed, in the back seats of Ran's rental car, the motorcade of fellow cast members onto the freeway leading back to Beka town. Meging into the express lane, the trio trailed meekly behind the brilliant pearl white mercedes of James Black, head of the FBI, Andre Camel sitting, restlessly, in the passenger's seat. Falling victim to the mundane stride, Conan rested his head in the palm of his left hand, staring out the window into the woody distance, when a shape gargantuam burst forth from the freeway median in a cataract of shattered concrete and steel support. Laying on both his horn and brakes, James Black stirred the dozing rapidly oncoming lorry driver to attention, but was not quick enough, as the truck, the break pistons running along its keel now contracting, had begun to fold on its longitudal axis. Now perpendicular to the two cars, the truck cast its weight, the rust-eaten swollen frame of its hull and the plastic facade of its cab, like the crashing waves of history's great deluge, over the approaching cars. There were wails of fretful anguish filling the air in its happening, but, in the collosion, Conan heard only the defeaning thrum of explosive silence. Pulling himself, sliding through the seat-belt taught abound his rattled bones, from the shattered back-seat window of the totaled rental, Conan escaped the vehicle, confirming both its other passengers to be dead. There was a sharp crunch as he propelled face first onto the glass-strewn asphalt, saturated, much like bread at a dinner table, with gasoline still belching from the scattered remnants. Conan crawled over the thoroughfare and off of the road before looking back on the ruin, noticing that the passenger door of what had been a pearl white mercedes, hewed from its body, cast aside as to floodlight the picture of James Black's gruesome end, speared by oxidized steel beams that once cornerstoned the hull of a truck. Rummaging through his pocket in search of his cell phones, Conan found them both to be broken, but, noticing distinct gasoline bootprints starting northwards from the mercedes on stage, Conan relented, resigning to rest his body on the promontory roots of a nearby tree, waiting for the necessary buzz of emergency services. Simonian is Dead Shinichi-kun is Dead KINGUBERMENSCH is Dead Toei- Kogoro Burnsama- Jodie Maor- Genta ElFlapper- Okamoto Kohei Shinichi-kun- Ayumi Winter-Sonata- Gin Coomberlane- Sango Vuordda- Okino Yoko @JOAOAA @I_FKN_LOVE_GANJA Lothloran Polychrome @Revolt1021 Pdot19 - Ai Haibara AA-dono @Itachi Simonian- Ran Shadowchild23- Bourbon Alquez- Wataru Takagi ClinT- Shuichi Akai @IMKZ KINGUBERMENSCH- James Black Night Seven Begin When the game is down to three players, there will be three accusation lists made. The first list to reach two signatures will be put through, and the accused player will be convicted, leaving two ultimate survivors. Black Organization wins in the instance that they can no longer be convicted. If a Black Organization member remains in the final two, their side wins the game. If two players remain by the end of Night Seven, the game will end as is. |
OchimushaApr 28, 2016 5:23 PM
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| same |
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| cantonese back in game????? |
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| Last 4 :) |
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| haha okay gtfo my back hater RISE ABOVE HATE |
| #FREEITACHI |
| People with such a horrible username have no right to use hashtags |
הלב שלי כבר מת |
| ohhh damn burn |
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| Night Seven Conan woke to a distant patter of rain, a soft dribbling cascade of rainwater from the canopy of his companion tree was trickling veins over his muddied clothing. Holding himself to the tree at his back, Conan surveyed the landscape, looking to discern the time, be it twilight or predawn. Remarking the gantry road posts besetting the freeway to be those he saw before the collision, Conan could make out few signs to betray the accident's having ever occurred. He gaited the stretch of the highway homeward bound, following the trail of looming pylons, then, seeing the patchwork contraption pasted over the median lacuna, Conan cast his head downwards, despondently eyeing a caterpillar as it scaled the expanse of his bare calf. The caterpillar, in due time, would metamorphose and spread it's wings, but Conan, in his dejection, will remain forever trapped in his adolescence. All of his friends were dead, but he would remain, subject to the solitary persecution of a civilization in culture shock; it is, in the view of all orthodox sciences , after all, impossible for a body to resist the natural pressures of life, to resist aging. This he thought, when, from the depth of the forest at his side, Conan heard a faint, but perceptible, guttural tone, an incomprehensible dolorous utterance. Starting manically into the forest, Conan, stumbling through shallow waterbeds, bushes and spider-webs, fell, after tripping over a thick promontory root, upon a tawny suited man. Stoically collapsed over an uprooted tree, a warm jet black handgun in his outstretched right fist, Andre Camel, gurgling, noiselessly, his own blood, had recently died. Seeing the mud coated barrel of Andre's gun, Conan looked into the moist dirt below it, making out the mottled trace of a star, surviving, by cover of forest trees, the downpoor about the town, a dying message, representing the identities of both the murderer and Conan himself; Looking then into the dead man's clutched left fist, Conan saw a torn black patch of Cloth; Andre Camel had not died of injuries from the accident, but of a skirmish with the Black Organization, who must have engineered the whole disaster! Revolt1021 is Dead Stumbling out into the clearing, a dazed creature, ragged of attire, was apprehended by a local highway traffic officer, still contemplating, piecemeal, his breakfast burrito. JOAOAA Has Been Apprehended Toei- Kogoro Burnsama- Jodie Maor- Genta ElFlapper- Okamoto Kohei Shinichi-kun- Ayumi Winter-Sonata- Gin Coomberlane- Sango Vuordda- Okino Yoko @JOAOAA - Apprehended @I_FKN_LOVE_GANJA Lothloran Polychrome @Revolt1021 - Andre Camel Pdot19 - Ai Haibara AA-dono @Itachi Simonian- Ran Shadowchild23- Bourbon Alquez- Wataru Takagi ClinT- Shuichi Akai @IMKZ KINGUBERMENSCH- James Black Day Eight Begin |
OchimushaApr 30, 2016 6:12 PM
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| LOL well this is awkward |
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| I'm not going to end this phase until I get all three votes! |
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| I VOTE YES |
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| Im not the killer lol |
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| i'mma need more proof then that |
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| I VOTE NO FREE JOAOAA |
Maor said: you dont appreciate the name because u dont share my love for ganja masterplayer69People with such a horrible username have no right to use hashtags |
| MASTERPLAYER69ROYALPINK |
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| One vote yes, one vote no. |
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| fuck it NO |
ItachiApr 30, 2016 9:41 PM
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| HE IS INOOCENT |
| I'll be ok with that |
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IMKZ said: why we being rewarded?Aight and when JOAOAA is actually guilty, you two (especially Itachi) get ready to sksumdks. |
| That's not pg. |
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| I am dead :( |
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| I know the killer identity :) |
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| Day Eight JOAOAA, standing before the courtroom, was acquitted after some deliberation. As the verdict was addressed, JOAOAA, in an evidently blithe display, sunk into his own embrace over the lacquered bench he'd been placed at. Not stirring from his rest, the case was closed, the musk of JOAOAA's tattered dark clothing now wafting, perceptibly, about the conditioned court. JOAOAA Has Been Released Toei- Kogoro Burnsama- Jodie Maor- Genta ElFlapper- Okamoto Kohei Shinichi-kun- Ayumi Winter-Sonata- Gin Coomberlane- Sango Vuordda- Okino Yoko @JOAOAA @I_FKN_LOVE_GANJA Lothloran Polychrome Revolt1021- Andre Camel Pdot19 - Ai Haibara AA-dono @Itachi Simonian- Ran Shadowchild23- Bourbon Alquez- Wataru Takagi ClinT- Shuichi Akai @IMKZ KINGUBERMENSCH- James Black Night Eight Begin Send me deductions! |
OchimushaMay 1, 2016 5:17 PM
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| WOOHOO! |
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