It's hard to figure out anything to say during daytime, when we know that every other person is an enemy. Anyway, I'm cool with earlier night, but has everyone had their chance to actually respond? We have to remember that there are people from different timezones playing.

 

Bold your votes, Sneakthief.

hgf raises a good point. But do remember it's the first day :3

 

SmileoftheKill has been attacked without a Noble Phantasm by Jon.

If you do not respond, you will die.

 

Well uh, on phone. What are bold tags? [bold]this[/bold]?

 

It's [b_no_space_here ] and [/b_no_space_here ].

 

Derp.

deadline vote:night time (yes, this is a test)

EDIT: fixed. Sorry about that.

 

Why deadline vote? By the time the vote comes into effect, it's going to be night time already

 

I vote Night.

I also vote Mayor for Mayor. (Jon)

 

That's the point good sir. I agree with hgf at the moment.


OT: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

 

*Observes with my Shinigami eyes*

What the hell are your identities!

Now that Jon is fighting, I don't really want to end Day

 

I have a question...

You said masters can vote for night-time..
shouldn't people keep their roles to themselves?
this is mafia after-all.

 

Yeah that.

Come on people, have a little bit of fun.

 

As Smile and Jon stood across from each other amidst the empty street a third pair of eyes watched the exchange from beyond mortal seeming’s. Fenraellis watched as her master faced off against the enemy servant. She bit down on her bottom lip nervously. There was no way he could not have known that the man in front of him was a servant!

“A meaningless vote for a meaningless King, why not?”

Fenraellis' breath hitched in her immaterial throat as saw, in flow motion the enemy servant, clad in modern day attire draw his foot up. She brought her hand up to her chest. “In the name of God Almighty, I summon the strength of Arete!” She whispered, her voice echoing forth as she materialized in the mortal plane.

“Dogs should know their place.”

Brilliant wings of energy given form erupted forth from her back, energy crystalized in the form of angelic protection. Her body blurred as she kicked off the ground, and in an instant, a fraction of a second she appeared between her master and the enemy’s foot.

Her eyes stared into the enemies in defiance, even as the heavy foot of the enemy slammed into her head.

Jon stared at the sight in front of him, brief confusion flickering in his eyes at the sight of the small girl, with wings of white floating in front of him, before his foot made contact with the sickening sound of bone snapping, sending the enemy and their small servant flying backwards.

A feeling of revulsion at the what that the enemy master had summoned a child of all things to protect himself, briefly filtered through Jon as he lowered his foot. As his foot touched upon the ground a spasm of pain shot through it as if all the muscle in his leg had been shredded.

Revulsion gave way to confusion and briefly debilitating pain before Jon forced it out of mind.

“Tsk,” he spat out. “I will let you live, for the girl's bravery,” Jon sneered at the enemy Master in disgust. “Next time you will not be so fortunate.” He cast the servant with the broken neck one last glance before turning, and fading away from sight, his leg stained red with the blood brought forth from the enemy noble phantasmic defence.

As the enemy servant disappeared, Smile, his heart hammering away in his chest, quickly drew the motionless form of Fenraellis, still radiating holy energy, up against him. "Are you alright?!" He demanded to know, his voice filled with concern.

"…I-I will be fine," Fenraellis responded after a brief moment, her hands coming up to push her head back into place. Her body briefly grew heated as the bones in her neck- for any one else, servant or otherwise a fatal wound- mended. "W-where is he? We need to finish him off."

Smile scowled briefly. "He ran," he informed her, glaring at the spot where Jon had been moments before.

Fenraellis's Defensive Priority with the use of Arete trumps Jon's direct attack. Neither have been hurt seriously.

Sorry for double post - everyone can vote for night, not just the masters... It's just a bit of flavor text that might have confused you

 

Sacrifice stares from a distance away, stressing his red Shinigami eyes. As his eyes could just barely follow the movements of the Servants, he shifted his gaze onto the Master of Fenraellis, Smileofthekill.

"What is your Identity?" Sacrified muttered. Then he slapped his head and cursed himself. The Shinigami eyes could only be used to reveal others' people name and see the time of Death.

Sacrifice could not hear it, but his lip-reading skills were excellent.
"Arete?" He bit his lip, knowing fully well what that meant. As the two Servants clashed together, a tremor ensued and the clouds split apart upon impact. A gush of wind blew hard at Sacrifice, almost revealing his hiding spot.

Sacrifice hurriedly looked around, afraid that the other Servants observing may have spotted him. Thankfully, there was no one with any killing intent.

Sacrifice turned his eyes back to the fight, and saw that none of the two Servants were seriously injured.

Jon was able to match Fenraellis evenly without the use of a Noble Phantasm

"Why, Jon? Why you no kill her!" Sacrifice cursed as Fenraellis prepared to finish off Jon, who mysteriously disappeared. Seeing the fight was over, Sacrifice escaped with his Servant to town and had a nice cup of Earl Grey tea.




with that,

Vote: Night time

 

Err, I'm not sure if you were supposed to role-reveal, Sacrifice.

/me cringes.

YOU IDIOT. Flavor text = clues to pick up your identity.

In fact, it's a great way to OBSCURE your identity.

/me cringes moar.

 

Such brash masters will lead to their own defeat, it seems.

 

What are you talking about, Lord El-Melloi. My Master is my Servant and my Servant is my Master, dear Lord El-Melloi, I trusted you to know that much.

 

Sacrifice, it appears that your name shall be realized in full tonight.

I do remember Lord Iskandar saying something similar, however. But he was also Alexander of Macedonia. What are you?

[Don't actually answer that question. It is rhetorical.]