Novelty Pokemon Mafia

[Abby]

About 22 hours

 

[mew_nani]

Passive aggressive much? o_O

On the plus side there's no way in heck I could top that so... yay for you?

 

[Nakuzami]

If I had a keyboard

Lucky you, Bard, I can't do this event out of time constraints lmao

 

[mew_nani]

Oooh is this a competition I smell?

 

[Salzorrah]

My kind of challenge. *cracks knuckles*

The Execution​

There was once a village, happy and prosperous, where Granbull strolled content, sniffing the trees and watering the fire hydrants, where Crobat showed their Golbat and Zubat children how to find the fattest and juiciest Snorlax to drain of all its blood. Flocks of Chatot sang One Direction music on constant repeat from every tree adorning the street corners. Lampent lit the streets, Chandelures the homes, and Volbeat and Illumise the fields, giving the nighttime visage of the town an eerie yet cheerful appearance of Halloween Night, in whose light danced the Duskull, Haunter, and Banette.

But one day, a mischievous Castform ruined everything. Having received a gun from a confused, drunk Delibird, he delighted himself by shooting the first pokemon he saw. The poor Ditto, who lay on the street bleeding pink goo, was well beloved by the young and old alike for its revelry in mimicking any pokemon, from becoming a Quilladin volleyball for the beach parties to making the children's' eyes go wide with displays of elegance in the form of Xerneas, Yveltal, and Zygarde.

An Aggron and Tyranitar knocked the smoking gun from the Castform's grasp, cuffed him, and brought him to trial. And old, wizened Electivire, with long white whiskers and a gnarled oak staff charred by lightning, presided over the trial, while the whole town stood jury. Many a Mean Look and Nasty Plot bent their malice towards the Castform, who trembled and felt terror at the sight of the mob. One Oshawott threw its shell at the Castform, leaving a long gash across its fleshy white face.

"I - I didn't mean it, honest!" the Castform shouted. "I just wanted to kill the bad guys, all those Raichus, Bulbasaurs, and Squirtles that bully us!"

"Silence!" roared the Electivire. "Now, who shall represent the prosecution?"

A hulking Feraligatr, cramped into a luxurious suit with its stitching stretched to the breaking point, waddled forward, stepping slowly to minimize the strain on his creaking pants.

"I do, your honor," the crocodilian reptile said mildly. "The accused, Bard the Castform, stands here as the prime and only suspect of the shooting of our beloved Golgari, who we all fondly remember for his antics as a drunken Bidoof, or perhaps standing in for a mail carrier when our resident Unfezant fell ill. And now, he is gone, stricken down by the bullet fired by the gun belonging to Bard.

The crowd murmured angrily once the Feraligatr stepped back, and the stares upon the Castform redoubled themselves in intensity. Perspiration fell like rain from Bard's brow.

"And the defense?" asked the Electivire?

A Wobbuffet waddled forward, wearing pink lipstick smeared across its face and four polished black Hugo Boss shoes. The Castform stared plaintively at this one bastion of his defense as it approached the Electivire.

The Wobbuffet cleared her throat and spoke. "I stand for the defense, and I find no way of defending him, save that he may be rendered insane by some defect of his brain, or the control of some ill-meaning Malamar. However, seeing that no Malamar are present, and this Castform clearly doesn't have a brain to begin with, I find no reason to doubt his guilt."

"Then," Electivire said, slamming his staff on a stone and making a hollow thunk that rang through the town, "I see no reason to proceed with this folly. By Keldeo, Herald of Justice all across the land, I pronounce Bard the Castform guilty of second degree murder."

The Feraligatr rose its clawed hand into the air so fast it tore the sleeve off of its suit. "Wait a moment, judge, I object!"

The Electivire gave him a bemused look. "What reason does the prosecution have to object to a guilty verdict?"

"I object to the sentence. Surely, this was a planned murder, meriting the first degree."

The Electivire looked troubled. "Surely not! He had scarcely gotten the thing before he shot it. Why, if the defense were more energetic, he might get away with a charge of manslaughter."

The crowd, following the Feraligatr's intent, started to chant, "First! First! First! First!"

The Electivire, overwhelmed by voices calling for blood, sighed, and changed the verdict.

"In the name of Keldeo, I judge Bard the Castform guilty of first degree murder, the penalty of which is death."

The crowd roared in approval. No sooner than the words passed from the Electivire's lips did a chopping block appear, as if by magic, from the crowd. A Jigglypuff sang his final requiem, lulling him into the sleep before death, and then the headsman, a Nidoking decorated with rugged brown scars across its arms, lumbered forward, hefted an enormous notched axe over his head, and brought it down onto Bard's head, splitting him into two and spilling white mist on the ground.

And everyone else lived happily ever after.​

EDIT: also, [Lynch] Salzorrah because I would like to live to reap the rewards of this contest, should I win it.

Bard pls I already unvoted you. Go bother some other Pokemon like say HyperMorian, who still hasnt given any explanation and jumped on the Gunner wagon smh

 

[NightKrow]

I don't think I can compete with Bard's competition entry. Maybe if it wasn't nearly 4am and I didn't also have a lab report to write tomorrow.

I see Gunner's reasoning here, apparently Hyper's reasoning for voting Gunner was because she was the "second suspect" after Bard, but tbh it did just look like he was following Alex on that one. [Lynch] HyperMorian

 

[gimmepie]

I could compete with Bard but I've done nothing but write stories all week and don't see that changing in the near future lmao. Anyway, I can agree with the logic behind the Morian vote.

[Lynch] HyperMorian

 

[HyperMorian]

Oh yeah, forgot to add some reason toward my vote.

From the looks of your initial vote, it indeed looked like either you're lazy or busy to give another piece of reason why did you vote for him. Alex's reason is the most plausible thing here, you could always be just trying to get away without anyone questioning you. Admittedly, some of us did the same when we have no clear leads, then when she unvoted him, she slipped past way too easily as in granted another chance and now they're just bandwagoning over me. So to speak, why me?

With the cop being dead already, Bard claiming to be the Castform, we're trying to get the CC to come over and say that he/she was the actual one and we'd jump back onto the part where we left on--which is lynching Bard. But it's been a while and no one has really came to say it, making us believe that it was just a mistake.

If there's anyway to say that you're innocent, why don't try to claim a role and see what happens? I'm unconvinced either way, for my vote remains like that.

 

[mew_nani]

Well I can't really compete with Bard but I still need to need to put up a story. Sorry in advance for it probably being kinda bad. Also sorry for it being kinda long.

Spoiler:

A young Farfetch'd used to play with his friend by the river. This friend, a Vulpix, was a very close one, and they had played by the river several times before without incident. But this time the ground was slippery from heavy rain, and Vulpix, unable to keep her balance, fell into the depths of the river. Many Pokemon attempted to help, but neither the Marill living near the river nor the Whishcash taking residence at the bottom could save her. Downstream her body was found, and she was no more.

There was an old legend telling about a Pokemon that flew through the skies. It's wings brought forth rainbows, and it could bring the dead to life. Few had ever seen it, and even fewer knew where it lived. Farfetch'd, remembering this from his bedtime stories, went to the town elders in a bid to find this beast and revive his friend but received little support. Pidgeot told him it was too dangerous. Sawsbuck questioned the logic of trying to find something that possibly didn't even exist. Carnivine frowned and shook her head, telling him such a search could only lead to heartache. But Farfetch'd couldn't give up; he loved his friend far too much. So behind their backs he packed his things and set off, trying to find this mythical Pokemon.

Through village after village he wandered, and bit by bit he learned of an old sage, living on top of a faraway mountain. His name was Xatu, and he was rumored to be very wise and all knowing. He got a tip for his exact location from a kind old Quagsire, who warned him his journey would be treacherous. But he couldn't give up now. All he could think of was Vulpix. So he scaled the mountain, fighting off the Yanma, the Girafarig, the Natu and the Ambipom that lived there. Wore down and nearly spent, he finally reached the summit.

Xatu stared silently while Farfetch'd caught his breath. As he opened his beak to his astonishment he greeted him by name, and welcomed him to the peak of the mountain. Farfetch'd got straight to the point, and asked him about the shining Pokemon that flew through the sky.

"Ho-Oh? It lives far beyond here, beyond fiery volcanoes and barren plains and dense forests. You must go east, and continue going east until you find a shrine filled with shining feathers and ash, and if your heart is pure it will appear to you. But I must warn you; you will encounter a great evil if you continue your attempt, and your quest will end in failure. I'm very sorry; I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But it will be by your own wing your friend will remain dead."

Farfetch'd couldn't believe it. He came to Xatu for encouragement, not for this. But even so, he still couldn't give up. So he went back down the mountain and went east toward the rising sun. He traveled for many days and nights, and sure enough he happened upon a volcano overflowing with fire and ash. He attempted many times to conquer it but his feathers were burned, and his feet were singed, and his body was bruised by the Heatmor, Zweilous, Rapidash, Quilava and Onix that infested the place. He simply could not prevail.

He sat at the entrance crying. Was all he had done for nothing? Will Vulpix remain asleep deep below the village? He was mad with grief. In spite of his determination, he was simply too weak to overcome the volcano's hazards. Suddenly he heard a ghastly noise and lifted his head. Before him was something uncanny and terrifying. It was as if a Gardevoir merged with a Tentacruel towered before him. But there was no body or face or even eyes, just tentacles and a star-filled growth on its head. Farfetch'd was horrified. This was no man or beast or Pokemon. The creature floated before him for a moment. Then it spoke, though he knew not how.

"You poor thing, you look so tired and burnt up. What brought you to this place?" It tilted the top of its body to the side as if confused. Quaking in terror, Farfetch'd nervously explained how he got there. "So your friend won't wake up, and you heard if you went east past here you could find someone who could revive her? Um..." It moved one of its tentacles to the middle of itself. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't think you thought this through very well. Maybe you should have stayed home?"

Farfetched shook his head. The odd creature tilted itself the other way. "Well… if you're that determined to find this creature… I can help you, if you're interested. But I'm not so sure you'll want me to lend you my power..." Farfetch'd didn't like the thing standing before him, and he certainly didn't like what it had to say. But if it could get him past the volcano… his friend was worth any risk. "Well, alright… but I warned you..."

In a moment the sadness that filled Farfetch'd's heart seem to lift. He felt more powerful... it was as if he could do anything. Together with his new companion he again attempted to conquer the volcano, and with its help he succeeded. After their descent a barren, brown plain spread before them filled with Joltik, Durant, Blitzle, Luxio and Electrike. He charged at them with reckless abandon, striking them down with his Stick even as their electricity surged through his once frail body. Not even pain itself seemed to matter anymore. He felt a sense of euphoria as he slashed and swiped until all who stood in his way lay on the ground unmoving. The strange thing that empowered him lagged behind and seemed sad. It knew this would happen. It always did.

The forest at the end of the plain was filled with the soft glow of Volbeat and Illumise. Farfetch'd entered with his companion feeling the happiest he'd ever felt in his life. He looked behind to see his benefactor drag behind. He could have swore it was looking at the ground, but without a face it was hard to tell. He asked what was wrong.

"Thanks for your concern… Are you feeling alright now?" Farfetch'd happily nodded his head. "Ok… try not to get too… excited, alright? Please?" As they traveled through the forest, encountering more Pokemon, Farfetch'd attacked with even more and more zeal and delight. It constantly looked behind to make sure its new friend was alright, taking extra care to ensure any Pokemon that got within 5 feet of it became a bloody mess. It was all Farfetch'd seemed to want to think about now.

At long last they came to the base of a huge mountain, taller than any Farfetch'd had seen before. Strange ruins dotted the sides, adorned with writing neither of them knew how to read. As they traveled up it Farfetch'd resumed his bloodthirsty behavior, obsessed with protecting his partner. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he was too far gone to care. At the top of the mountain lay a gold shrine, covered in grey ash and feathers that shined with every color. The place looked deserted, but Farfetch'd couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Suddenly he heard a roar; he turned around and before him stood a colossal beast, covered in large scales with sharp teeth and a club-like tail. He leaped in front of the creature, his leek-like Stick drawn. He couldn't wait to rush into battle.

"Kommo-o? It's alright. There's no need to fight." Out of the shadows came odd creatures shaped like the script they had seen on the sides of the ruins. "They are our guests." They were surrounded by these strange living letters, and Farfetched stood in place as one of them approached him. "Hello. We are Unown. We guard the shrine here. Who are you, and what brings you here?"

Farfetch'd thought for a moment. What was it he had come here for again? He had forgotten all about what brought him here; it didn't seem all that important when compared to his new friend. After much thought he finally remembered his fallen friend, and emotionlessly explained this to the Unown.

"Your loyalty to your friend is admirable. However the Pokemon you seek will not come to you in your current condition. Go home."

Farfetch'd couldn't accept this. In a blind rage he attacked the Unown, slicing through them as if they were butter. The Kommo-o clanged its scales together and retaliated, and the two fought bitterly against the setting sun. At long last silence reigned throughout the shrine. Farfetch'd stood victorious, covered in his opponents' blood. The creature that had accompanied him all this time sighed. "I'm sorry… this was all a huge mistake." Farfetch'd was confused. "Please forgive me."

Farfetched awoke, his body drenched with rain. He looked around, wondering where he was. All he could remember was poison painfully surging through his body… suddenly he clutched his head in his wings. He began to remember his bloody assault on the shrine. He cried in the rain. Though his original goal had been a just one, his heart was no longer pure. There's no way he could get Ho-Oh to show itself now.

Surrounded by his mistakes and with the alien that had helped him this far gone, he wandered away in the rain, never to return.

...Should I make it shorter or... I'm not really sure how long these are supposed to be. According to sources on the internet it technically fits but... ~_~

Oh yeah I should probably vote too. Sorry about sheeping along; I spent all my energy on that story. ><

[Lynch]HyperMorian

_{wait... was the story thing mandatory or... I honestly thought it was I'm so sorry ;~;}

 

[HyperMorian]

*shakes cane wildly in discomfort*

 

[Alex Kaz]

Event - The Temple of Mew

Please tell me a short story involving one Pokemon for each letter of the English alphabet
​

​

 

[jdthebud]

*shakes cane wildly in discomfort*

Uh, is this some kind of softclaim or...

 

[Abby]

Hey bard you say all the starter pokémon are against the village, but you have a feraligatr in the legal industry?

 

[Alternative]

Are y'all really voting for Hypermorian because of a bandwagon?

 

[gimmepie]

[UNVOTE]Bardothren

I'll go with Alex's initial reasoning and [VOTE]Salzorrah

Also, slight fos on Gimmepie and Nightkrow. This counterwagon raised some alarms, it seems coordinated.

Please, I would not do something that obvious.

I was never alarmed by Gunner in the first place because she hasn't acted any different to the usual and nobody has CCd Bard so I believe him for now. The logic for Morian seemed fair so I went with it.

 

[Alternative]

I'm really not too sure what to think honestly. Though I know I'm tired and we're not allowed to abstain from voting, so I'll follow my gut with this since quite frankly I have no idea how anyone acts.

[VOTE]Salzorrah

This is probably gonna screw me over hgkljfglkf

 

[gimmepie]

Here is all of his posts this day phase - you can see how much they're coasting on what others are saying and not contributed to any conservations on roles, much on bard or anything else.

Can't deny that this is some seriously lazy play.

 

[Superjolt]

Oh yeah, forgot to add some reason toward my vote.

From the looks of your initial vote, it indeed looked like either you're lazy or busy to give another piece of reason why did you vote for him. Alex's reason is the most plausible thing here, you could always be just trying to get away without anyone questioning you. Admittedly, some of us did the same when we have no clear leads, then when she unvoted him, she slipped past way too easily as in granted another chance and now they're just bandwagoning over me. So to speak, why me?

With the cop being dead already, Bard claiming to be the Castform, we're trying to get the CC to come over and say that he/she was the actual one and we'd jump back onto the part where we left on--which is lynching Bard. But it's been a while and no one has really came to say it, making us believe that it was just a mistake.

If there's anyway to say that you're innocent, why don't try to claim a role and see what happens? I'm unconvinced either way, for my vote remains like that.

I haven't finished catching up completely, but I need to jump in right here because omg this post

First off, "oops, I forgot to add reasons for my vote!" ...really?

So the argument is that Gunner is scum somehow hiding behind "lazy" reasons for voting Bard and initiating the Bard-wagon? I don't think so. And Alex's reason is certainly not the most plausible thing here, in fact I think he should be explaining further. Actually, I think Alex's reasoning is kind of shitty. I think Gunner's reason to vote Bard was clear in #105, and having played in the other game she's referring to I can understand where she's coming from, even though her vote may have been misguided and partially clouded by the fact that Bard shot the cop.

I also don't see how you can say Gunner went unnoticed after taking her vote off Bard, when there's still people that voted her even after the fact. I can see her reasoning for voting you too in #130, and actually kind of agree. Your #122 is just a small bit about why a CC is good, then a bunch of filler/speculation on Wobuffet and then a vote for Gunner (which you then say in this post "oh yeah, forgot to add reasons!")

And then you try to ask Gunner to claim here, which sounds rolefishy as hell

EDIT: Also, "you could always be just trying to get away without anyone questioning you" is just so bad because anyone that thought this literally could have asked her directly about it at the time when she had actually voted

I'd like to make my next catch up post first but currently thinking you wouldn't be a bad vote here

 

[Mr Cat Dog]

Due to the server issues earlier today, and me being out now, the phase will be extended by two hours, and will now end at midnight BST.

 

[Abby]

Spoiler:

Sulking sluggishly, the lone Quilladin walked the familiar, shadowed track for the last time. You see, he'd been sacked as his job as a lumberjack by his boss, Xatu. Unfortunately, he'd caused such a ruckus on his way out, that he had been barred from the establishment, and he'd left his lucky amethyst!

Later in the evening, his daughter, Budew, decided to console him, upon noticing his apparent distress. After her father opened up to her, she concocted a plan to help him out with her best friend, Hoppip! Though Budew had thought up a more than stellar ploy, Hoppip, who considered himself somewhat of a comedian... hadn't.

As the duo reached the forest, they noticed a foul stench emanating from the area, and a Competing Canopy fighting for Control of the treetops. On one of the lower branches was an Aipom who stared at the duo, before dropping down to ask the to a question, causing them to trip into a puddle of sap.
"WAAAAHH BUZNIZZ DYOO AV EEERE *hic*?" came his query, the alcohol on his breath almost causing a nearby plant to wilt.

"We've um come here to uhh-"
"TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR FOREST!" Budew, startled by the sudden question began, though she was cut off by Hoppip.

Suddenly a cold, sticky substance began to cover the two grass pokémon, causing them to be fixed in place. Confident that it'd served it's purpose, the Wurmple waddled away, back to Xatu.

"What are we supposed to do?" The budding young pokémon whispered to Hoppip. "How are we meant to get my father's amethyst from the tree?"
•
•
•
Xatu smirked. As his green feathers returned to the usual smooth state, and his eyes started becoming deglazed he spoke a single word.
"Quilladin."

Regrettably, Xatu had tried create a facade, by implementing a "Bring your child to work" day. He cursed under his breath as a spherical green bird flew up to him, & perched on his head.
"FAWA! WHY IS WILLADWIN COMING HERE."

"Natu, my precognition manifested a future in which we had an abundance of amethysts, now begone unless you want us to be poor!"

"B-B-BUT FAWAAAA" The natu began, tears forming in his eyes

"Fine." Snapped the larger bird, "Do as you wish."
•
•
•
In a large grove, an abundance of workers were gathered, jovially labouring. One Oddish and a Gloom were cultivating seeds, ready to sell to the common masses. They sung a cheery tune, until the Gloom tripped, scattering a little myriad of seeds across the foliage. This seemed to anger a nearby Ledian who reacted like a chemical in a lab, cutting cleanly across the apparent calm of the clearing. Ultimately, she was brought to her usual mellow state, though not before aiming a punch at the oddish.

Though the commotion had caused a temporary disturbance, the pokémon quickly regained their previous pace. Quilladin, and his partner Ursaring, where working together to clear out a further area of the forest, as the communal kitchen needed to be upgraded, after the new hires. It hadn't been a minute after they'd felled their first tree, that a Chatot burst through some branches, screeching that Quilladin had to have a conference with Xatu.

Though he was confused, Quilladin quickly gathered his few belongings, though a pink stone rolled out without him noticing. Sheepishly, he entered his boss' copse, sitting down on an auburn log.

"Quilladin, I'm afraid that it's come to my attention that with our latest venture into business, that this company has acquired Rhydon, who shall be making you redundant. To reiterate, I'm sorry, but you'll be forced to say your final goodbyes now." The stoic totem was stood on the other side of a makeshift table, directly looking Quilladin in the eye. Interrupting his father, Natu hopped onto the table, and with a ruffle of his feathers began a shout.
"ACTCHOWEE HE WANTS YOUR STO-"

"That'll be enough of that, Natu. Now, any questions?"

"Why didn't you warn me about this bullshit!?"

"Excuse me? This wasn't an easy or planned out decision."

"IT WAS!"

"Silence Natu!" Xatu raised his voice for the first time, before turning back to Quilladin, whose face had adorned an expression of rage.

Quilladin raised his stubby arms, before striking down on the table with a needle arm, causing it to collapse & Natu to concuss. Again, the usually stoic Xatu raised his voice, using his psychic powers to escort Quilladin out of the forest, though not before the Grass type could put the middle finger up to a passing Yanma.

Evidently, Natu had to be taken to the infirmary. As they reached Nurse Vileplume, Xatu placed Natu by the entrance,before returning to his duties.

Despite having a large area delegated to it, the infirmary was mostly empty, save for one Kricketune curled up in a ball. Upon noticing a new patient, she extended an arm, and poked the poor Natu's beak. Upon noticing, Vileplume moved the musical bug away from Natu, leaving a melodic jingle in the air. Vileplume then picked up Natu, and gently placed him in a Straw bed, caressing him with a makeshift leaf blanket. Natu slept for many hours, not even waking up after a commotion outside the forest.
•
•
•
A group of imposing pokémon had crowded around the two unwanted visitors. The central figure, Scyther nodded to an Ekans to her left, before swiping at the string shot covering the two minute flower pokémon, before a Trevenant picked the two up, holding them close to it's face.

"BOSS WANT YOU. COME WITH ME. The ominous tree barked, practically spitting on the two pokémon. With impressive grip, it dragged the other grass pokémon through the dense woodland. Once it reached the boss' section, he hurled the duo at a trunk, causing the two to slide down.

"I wish I remembered to fly!" The hoppip remarked, before groaning, and lying down on the floor. Xatu turned around slowly, before emitting a sharp squeal, and staring at the two. A dark, dank Murkrow stood by the Taller bird, before pecking the table.

"Where's this Amethyst yous two speak of? I heard yer Father speak of such an item." The crow asked, inquisitively.

"I-i well my f-father said he dropped it near Pineco butdon'thurtusplease!" The budew cried, too nervous to separate her words.

"I'm afraid I cannot guarantee that…" The Xatu said, trailing off as a Zubat flew into the room, before flying into Hoppip. Before the Hoppip could get back up, the poisonous bat had bitten into it, draining his life force in front of his best friend. Budew tried to step forward to stop the Zubat, but Xatu held her in place, demanding she tell the Condor the exact location of the gemstone. Dissatisfied with her answers, Xatu raised his wings, compressing the young flower pokémon's skull. He then stood back, before turning in the opposite direction to the infirmary, and flying into the night sky, careful to locate the substantial gemstone.
•
•
•
It had been three days since the passing of the two pokémon. Budew's father, Quilladin had set up a funeral of sorts, in order to commemorate them. Many pokémon had shown up to this event, Rhydon was reciting an uplifting piece of poetry, Dustox danced to a melancholy tune with Floette and Natu & Igglybuff where whispering mystically, as children do.

Quilladin stepped to the front of the crowd and coughed.

"Greetings everyone. I'm afraid it had to come to this, but I appreciate all of you attending. It comes with much sorrow to say that my daughter, Budew, and Hoppip have unfortunately passed away. I wish you all to respect the deceased. Now, for some special words from- AHH THERE'S A FUCKING JOLTIK ON ME! GET THIS WRETCHED CREATURE OFF!" The Quilladin frantically swatted & swiped through the air, and spun off the podium, landing in a bed of freshly lain flowers.

Behind a tree trunk, a green, birdlike pokémon smirked, eyes deglazing.
​