NTWF Mafia: The Little Country Town

[Avery]

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Note: This thread was initially eight separate RPs now merged into one tidy bundle. You can tell when a round changed based on the 'reply' title.

Round 0: In a sleepy country town
Round 1: On a dark street corner
Round 2: On the grounds of a mansion
Round 3: At a deserted cab stand
Round 4: In a bustling civic center
Round 5: In a makeshift police station
Round 6: In the middle of an all-out war
Round 7: In an exciting, ghostly town

Town Roster (official players):

• Candy
  
• Jay (Joseph Maximillian III)
  
• Draco (Drake)
  
• Kozma (Quintrell Nimbas)
  
• Luna
  
• Terra
  
• Ginz (Madame Ginz)
  
• Tamia (Mr. Amati)
  
• Icon
  
• Robyn
  
• Nat (Chane Moura)
  
• Sae (Ariana Kellan)
  
• GLQ (Glenda Noshus)
  
• Celes (Miss Celes Teal)

Initial Information Thread

Round: 0
Victim: Hunty, the Town Floozy
Setting: Town Square

No one in Netwaffle ever really liked Hunty, the town floozy.

However, that doesn't mean they wanted her to end up dead.

Anyway, even if they'd wished it, things like people Turning Up Dead just didn't happen in their sleepy countryside town. No, you see, Netwaffle was an idyllic place, a true slice of wonderment, where the biggest crimes committed were silly things like oh-- overenthusiastic hugging. Then, things started to change. No one in the town saw it come; they were blindsided, flabbergasted.

Even so, at first the crimes were relatively minor, of the property bracket: vandalisms and thefts, petty things like that. But the escalation was firm and steady, snatch-and-grabs being replaced by kick-and-stomps-- vile assaults and battery; muggings left and right. The townsfolk knew they had a problem, and with the worst sort of people.

The mafia.

Still, they were too frightened to act. Can you blame them, really? Such a powerful group, acting under the shroud of darkness, their identities unknown. Sure, they'd transformed Netwaffle from a storybook kind of town to a place of undulated terror, but the citizens weren't yet driven enough to do anything about it.

Then this morning, the Floozy turned up dead in the town square. Murdered. If there was a witness-- and oh there must have been!-- no one's speaking.

The witness is too scared.

And the town detective? Ha, he skipped town at the first sign of trouble. Rumor has it there's a new rogue cop, acting undercover so as not to spoil his or her identity, but can we really trust rumors?

This is all too much!

The only thing the citizens now know for sure is that they must fight back. They must bring these mafia crime lords to justice once and for all. No one liked Hunty the floozy enough to try and seek out her killer, but next time-- and how sad it is that there WILL be a next time-- the town will not be so idle. They will fight back.

Fight strong, little town of Netwaffle, because it has become all too clear that only one group will be able to come up on top. Will it be the hardy townspeople, so desperate to reclaim the village they love? Or will it be the nefarious mafia, those cold denizens of the night?

Only time will tell.

Good luck, little city.

Good luck.

[Begin RP <3]

[Terra]

((...Hunty. The town floozy. I. What. XD))

Terra shivered in the wind and wrapped her scarf more snugly around her neck. The weather was getting colder, and the crimes were getting worse and worse...she was beginning to despair.

Her family had moved to Netwaffle so many years ago in order to get away from the inner-city violence and crime. For a long time, it was, indeed, the idyllic little town that it seemed to be (with the best breakfast food in the region), but with the increase in crime...and now a murder...Terra couldn't help but wonder if it was only going to get worse.

Despite all the recent troubles, she had grown attached to the people here...which only made it harder when she realized that someone had to be responsible for the crimes. What if it was someone she knew? What if it was a close friend?

Maybe it was just a reflection of the worsening state of the world. Maybe it was just as bad, if not worse, everywhere else.

She looked around the town square, searching for a friendly face. Anyone who she could commiserate with...hopefully someone who wasn't going to steal her money out of her pocket...or worse.

She shook her head. She was becoming paranoid. Nothing good could come of that.

She struggled to put a cheerful smile on her face.

[Ginz ❤]

She had seen it coming.

Well, no. To tell the truth, she hadn't. But Madame Ginz, the town's fortune teller, would tell anyone who would listen that her crystal ball had showed her dark auras threatening their peace.

"I didn't warn anyone because I hoped I was wrong!" She said to everyone who came to her tent that day. After all, she had a reputation to keep.

But now, visibly more nervous than she normally was, she spent twice as long scrutinizing the shiny reflections of her crystal ball, asking herself why she hadn't seen the first tragedy coming, and wondering more than anything if she would see the next before it happened.

[Nova]

Mr. Meowington wasn't.. completely.. surprised when he heard the news of the Floozy's death.

It was bound to happen: somebody would crack and kill Hunty, the town Floozy. She was extremely annoying to the majority of the Netwuff, and anyone who wasn't bothered by her were able to just tune her out.

As Joseph Maximillian III's butler, he always heard the latest gossip, sometimes even before it happened. He'd always hear the latest rumors, threats and attacks in the town, (the little there was in the supposedly idyllic town) and delighted to be in the know. There wasn't one person around that he didn't know some sort of secret about, and he intended to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, in the Netwuff he wasn't considered a 'citizen'. He hadn't spent much time in the Netwuff, and the stupid city council wouldn't approve his citizenship application. As such, he did not have the right to vote for any pressing issues in the town. In the end, he figured this was much safer. Since he's not a citizen, there's no reason the mafia would target him, and no reason why the town would rise up against him. And he would be able to disappear at any time convenient to him. Yes... he loved this.

But now that mafia seemed to be rising up, and there's a strong chance they might attack again, there's bound to be a lot of information to overhear. Ah, yes... he will be listening. Listening intently indeed.

[Celestial]

Urgh, murder. Murder always happened in the poor, squalid inner cities where all the lower classes gathered. Celes always thought she was safe out here, in a small town in the countryside where nothing ever happened. Until now. With that dead floozy found in the square, blood everywhere, mafia members.... the girl almost threw up all over her new dress. That thing was expensive, she couldn't afford to get it messy.

"Bert, be a dear and fetch me a glass of water please!"

"Certainly, ma'am."

Celes' butler disappeared into the vast recesses of her enormous manor, left to her by her parents, to fulfill the girl's request. She felt a little better giving that order to Bert. What a sweet little man he was. So loyal too, always happy to please her every selfish whim. Celes could not believe that her perfect life could ever end and yet, here it was, with a single murder, it was gone. She shook with fear and began fiddling with the diamond bracelet on her arm. What if she was targeted for her money? How would the girl ever be able to handle it, she couldn't even handle her father's land owning business! Everything was left up to the managers and they seemed to be doing a fine job. The money kept growing and there weren't many complaints from the townsfolk.

Bert brought her a glass of water. Celes took it and sipped it, looking out of the window and at the town spread out below her. Her loyal butler stood by her side, trying to read his mistresses' mind.

"Bert?"

"Ma'am?"

"I feel like a walk. Could you come with me? I'm scared."

"Certainly, ma'am. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you. They'll catch them."

The girl looked up at him with her electric blue dragon's eyes, wide and innocent.

"I hope so, Bertie."

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The only person who seemingly hadn't heard about the murder was Ariana Kellan. And it figured, since she lived in a noble house with a fairly rich family, and didn't go out much except to paint the landscape. But that would soon change.

Ari walked out of her estate and set her easel down at a cafe, where the view overlooked a stream. She had a small painting apron over her green dress so as not to stain it, and her dark brown hair was tied up in a bun.

As her pale blue eyes flitted between the stream and her easel, Ari couldn't help but overhear a conversation.

"Hunty, yeah, that's what I heard..."

"...who was the murderer?"

Ari had never met Hunty, but she was still shocked. She began to feel that her own safety was in question. Trembling with fear, she gathered up her painting things and began to make her way to the fortune teller. Perhaps she would know what was to come.

(Just so you know, Ari's really superstitious.)

[Kozma]

Quintrell Milo Nibmus, meteorologist, was certainly troubled by the recent murder for he knew Hunty was not that popular with the townsfolk. He was certain that if there was to be another murder in the town of Netwaffle, he would most likely be the next victim, for he was not that popular as well. For the past several weeks, his weather forecasts have been generally wrong; today has been no exception. Today was supposed to be warm and sunny; instead, it is cold and overcast, creating a gloomy setting for a town that was much the same way.

Quintrell paced nervously in his small home, hoping that this murder would not be followed by another one; his own. Even in this state of nervousness, he knew he still had a job to do, and he was certain that his weather forecasts in the next few days could be vital to his outcome in this story. He turned towards his barometer and sighed; the pressure was dropping - a sign that foul weather was approaching.

He sat down and started writing out his forecast; hoping that he was right in some of his predictions and wrong in others.

[Ian Wolf-Park]

Just when he had thought that he had gotten away from the organized mafia killings and crimes after he had retired from another city's police force, Ian Wolf-Park shook his head upon hearing that a different mafia had struck Netwaffle, his place for retirement. He only chose it because it somehow appealed to him and had the bonus of being a quiet city, at least that was what the brochure told him.

"I'm getting too old for this type of activity now. There's absolutely no way that I'm going to get myself involved in this mess," he thought, continuing to work on his garden.

[Dju]

*digs in trash can* Meeeeow...



(What? I'm an extra! XD As if I'd miss a chance to take part on this epic rp :3)

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Ari took notice of the little cat digging in the trash can. She had always had a fondness for cats and so gave the kitty a quick pat before walking on.

She opened the flap of the fortune teller's tent.

"Madame Ginz?" she half-whispered.

[Ginz ❤]

Hearing a familiar voice, Madame Ginz looked up from her crystal ball to face the person entering her tent.

"Miss Kellan! It's good to see a familiar face during these hard times."

Ginz was well-acquainted with Ariana. She was, by far, her best costumer. Ginz suspected that, if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't be able to pay her bills. Suddenly, she felt a chill running through her back. What if something happened to her? She didn't just fear for hew own life, she was now worried about hers too.

She tried to shake off any bad thoughts, and attempted a smile. "What can I do for you today?"

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Ariana sat down in the chair across from Ginz.

"I need to know what will happen to me," she said.

[Avery]

Hey guys,

This isn't directed to anyone in particular, I just wanted to post a reminder before this RP kind of explodes:
While this definitely an informal RP, and there is certainly no need for novel-length posts, it can be a bit overwhelming if many of the posts in the RP are simply one- or two-liners, in the sense that they can quickly make the thread explode page-wise. Then it can be very difficult for newcomers to jump into the RP, because they have a lot of stuff to wade through.

So I'm just asking that people try and limit the small posts that don't really add a whole lot to the RP. Again, don't feel pressured to post huge things, but if you could at least try and wait to post until you have at least a paragraph or two of substance, it would make the RP just that much more accessible for new people.

Thank you!

[Draco]

Drake sits at a cafe drinking a cup of coffee when he hears a voice in his head. Something about not making small posts, but at the same time not to make large ones. He looks around to see if anyone else heard, when no one was staring at the sky or looking confused he shrugged figuring he must be hearing things. He flips open the local newspaper to read about the death of Hunty that happened that morning.

"This happened this morning..."

He takes a look at the paper, titled the morning edition.

"They move fast these days."

Finishing off his coffee and folding the paper, he walks down the street to go see what the town is up to. His black coat flapping around as he walks.

[Lizzie]

Candy was twirling down the sidewalk when she overheard the conversation-- Hunty was dead. She started running toward the grocery store, looking for someone, anyone to confirm the story when...

WHAM!

She ran straight into Drake.

"Oh, man, Drake, I'm sorry," Candy whispered, rubbing her head and holding out a hand toward him.