round six - killers

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blank state round four



[Once again, you awaken in your host's body at some point during the night. While the innocents in your room continue sleeping deeply, you head out into the hallway and enter the darkened room, where your fellow spirits are already gathering.

Only two of you remain. On the bright side, one of your biggest physical threats has been eliminated - while the odds are starting to look slim, if you play your cards right, you still may be able to get out of here with your shadows intact. There's no rule that says you can't kill anyone after you've been discovered, after all.

When you're ready, the boxes and lighter in the center of the room await. Who will be the next victim?]

(OOC: As a reminder, the rules and submission post for killers can be found here!)

Comments

[souredsweet]

[brightening up! he also seems to like the sound of that plan.]

Oh! If it's something simple, why don't we just do a tally of our own? Everyone depends on the cat's tally so thoroughly...

[obeytherod]

...Perfect. As soon as they start doubting the cat, their investigation will fall apart! [He grins with a sort of twisted, sadistic glee.]

What do you think, three or four? The two could represent Austria and Naho's possessors, but then I'm not sure about picking four when there's still four of us who have yet to open our cabinets.

We're in the spotlight now... Painting an even bigger target over our backs could be dangerous, but maybe if we went larger... If we did five that would imply someone had been repossessed.

[souredsweet]

It might... or it might make them quicker to defend the cat and point out that it's likely just us trying to spook them. I say that we go for three; it's a good number, right? Just enough to add a little doubt back without being too obvious.

[obeytherod]

Less really is more... It's risky, but at this point what isn't? Then let's compromise-- [He sweeps a hand out to point dramatically at Kaoru.] I want to write it in blood!

[souredsweet]

[gOD... okay he liked the pragmatism of most of the other spirits, but Malik's can't really be beaten in terms of ridiculous enthusiasm. he can't help but laugh.]

In blood? That's a dramatic touch, isn't it? What are we going to do, rub steaks on the wall? [SNICKERING...]

[obeytherod]

Are you kidding? [Well obviously, yes...] My host would know if he touched something like that, and I want to do it!

[He grins, poking the other man and twisting his fingertip against the skin.] I'm sure your host wouldn't mind donating to our noble cause. Kahaha!

[souredsweet]

[HE THINKS IT'D BE KIND OF FUNNY... it's a shame they can't enter the bedrooms or he'd totally suggest someone throwing a bunch of steaks on Malik's bed.

as for that, he simply nods, still very amused-looking. he's gonna have to be a semi-babysitter for a second, though!!]

All right, all right - as long as you don't go overboard. This is going to be my body soon, after all, and I want it to be in good shape! [a bright smile!]

—Try not to be too messy, either. [he reaches up, tapping his nose.] This body has an incredible sense of smell, so he might be able to identify it if I can't clean up easily, okay? If we knock enough cleaners over, the room itself should be fine. I doubt he'll want to get close enough to the wall to smell it, anyway.

[obeytherod]

[His host might die if they did that.]

Okay, okay! I'll play nice... [He darts his tongue out to lick his lips as he softly says the words with a lopsided smile, no less wicked than before.]

I'll only mark up his legs. They're the furthest from his nose!

[souredsweet]

[wakes up covered in steaks... a fate worse than three nights of nightmares in a row tbh

he seems to consider this for a second before his nose wrinkles and he shakes his head. pragmatic even when dealing with a stab-happy coworker...]

That's a hassle. As long as you don't get any blood on my clothing, I can wash things off well enough that he won't be able to pick up the scent. Just cut a hand or something, okay? Then we don't have to worry about getting blood on anything else; I can just write directly on the wall.

[obeytherod]

[It would be truly horrific... His poor, precious host!]

Feh...! Just a hand? You're no fun. [He pouts! But he seems to agree.]

[souredsweet]

[GOOD ENOUGH. his tone is chiding when he speaks again, but it's a complete mismatch to his expression.]

Well, I'm not here to have fun, you know. I'm here to win.

[obeytherod]

[And Malik is right back around to chuckling evilly and sounding way too enthusiastic.]

Huhuhu... I don't see why we can't have a little of both. If we're going to win, we might as well have some fun while we're at it!