Posts from Mafia 48. Club of the Almighty

Mistake: let all of us, except Yuuko, use their spells on me, and she swaps anyone and Lizard.

Vish led me astray.

Time passes, but people do not change, even the Almighty. As before, they indulge in alcohol to escape their problems. Nebo seems to have been one of those people, for in the middle of the night he wandered through the Club's corridors, humming obscene drinking songs.

In the middle of the night, Wishmaster felt a strong urge to drink. He headed to the bar, where he drank a glass of water. To his surprise, he was not alone. A blonde with an angelic appearance noticed him and approached. After a short conversation about nothing, she patted Wishmaster on the shoulder and left the room. Strangely, after this conversation, Wishmaster again felt a strong urge to drink, even though he had just finished a full glass of water.

Many of the Almighty were awakened by a noise coming from the far wing of the building. When the curious arrived, a sarcastic smile appeared on their lips. Drunk Nebo had managed to knock a stone bust, which adorned the top of one of the cabinets in the corridor, onto his own head. After receiving first aid, Nebo was taken to his room to sleep it off.

Rudoy spent the whole night in one of the offices, cozily settled in an armchair. Those who saw him noted a void in his gaze and an absolutely relaxed body. It felt as if Rudoy were immersed in a trance and cut off from the real world, focusing somewhere on his own inner self.

A tragic accident occurred this night. After analyzing the oblivious Rudoy, Pobeditel was heading down the corridor to his room when quite suddenly the wall he was moving along collapsed right on top of him. Pobeditel only had time to let out a piercing death "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"... The Almighty immediately rushed to restore the damaged section. They managed to save the Club from a breakthrough of the mad element, but not Pobeditel's life. To many, his death reminded them of the fall of the twentieth-century wall, and someone with a charming voice regretfully noted that the deceased would have made an excellent statue.

But the worst of this night was yet to come... An old man with a staff visited Nayra at night, who turned out to be a good psychologist. A conversation with him lightened Nayra's soul, and she briskly headed to the Club's main inner courtyard. She faced a difficult night, but she was ready to fulfill her duty, for essentially the responsibility for everything that happened rested on her. Absorbed in spellcasting, Nayra did not notice a portal appearing behind her back, from which an animated mannequin with a blade in its hand emerged. Her death was swift; she didn't even understand what happened or feel pain. The mannequin pulled the sword from the deceased's body and turned to dust, unable to withstand the pressure of the world. When Nayra's heart stopped, the protective barrier around the Club vanished in a bright flash of colors. Next to her body lay some paper that had flown out of the portal where the mannequin appeared. When the Almighty examined it, it turned out to be a portrait of a seventeenth-century Dutch scientist by Caspar Necher.

But the end of the world did not happen. By some miracle, the building survived. Apparently, it held a piece of its creator's power and did not want to yield to the pressure of the element. In the morning, the exhausted Almighty gathered in the dining room for breakfast. Everyone was surprised by Arandor's appearance, as a green magical field shone around him. No one understood what it did until clumsy Arandor cut his finger while slicing bread for a sandwich. Before everyone's eyes, the wound sparkled green and closed up. "Magic, nothing else," concluded the awkwardly smiling Arandor.

In hard times, everyone needs support. Yes, the Almighty successfully dealt with external threats, but the fact that a killer had emerged among them clearly did not help improve their mood. Some of them, for example, Nebo, were on the verge of a breakdown. After a difficult night and an equally difficult day, he looked far from his best. Fortunately, an old sage visited him this night, a conversation with whom helped Nebo lift a stone from his soul.

Speaking of stones. A certain creature had its own special relationship with them. This night it crept up to Arandor, who slept peacefully, resting his head on his front paws. He didn't have the slightest chance against the transformation spell. In a few seconds, everything was over. The creature rubbed its hands in satisfaction. "I shall call this composition 'Sleeping Reptile'. Genius," it said to itself. "Now, I need to move you to my secluded spot..." The mad "sculptor" snapped his fingers - and the room became empty. Not a single trace of living beings remaining here was left.

Gur, as usual, performed a night patrol of the Club to ensure everything was in order. After all, the responsibility for the well-being of this place now rested on his shoulders. Gur's attention was drawn by a piano melody sounding from the music room. Interested, he entered and saw a pale man in a fancy black suit. Not daring to interrupt his playing, Gur simply sat quietly on one of the chairs. However, the musician noticed the newcomer himself and finished the melody with a loud minor chord. "Lovely, I was just about to come to you," he said softly. Gur only smiled in response: "If something is bothering you, I can certainly help. After all, it's almost the only thing I'm good for." The man only nodded in response and approached the seated figure. "Yes, admittedly, something does bother me..." with these words he raised his hand up and attacked Gur with a burst of dark energy, which instantly killed the poor fellow. The vampire leaned over the deceased and closed his eyelids with the words "My apologies, but evil must be rooted out." After that, he left the music room, leaving on the piano lid a 1936 novel by a writer born in Osnabrück.

In the morning, the old sage did not look his best. When asked what was wrong, he replied that he was beginning to feel like a harbinger of death. When the old man explained that he had visited Nephele during the night, everything became clear to the Almighty. Another visitor had come to her this night: an authoritative man in dark clothes. Power literally radiated from him. Nephele could oppose nothing against the dark energy with which he attacked the poor girl. The killer showed not the slightest regret, passing by the corpse as if it were a piece of interior decor. Nephele was discovered only in the morning, with a flask of a Scottish alcoholic beverage that clearly did not belong to her. Yes, despite the impression she made upon first meeting, the deceased was far from a kind forest enchantress, but she certainly did not deserve death.

Fortunately, this was the only unpleasant incident of the night. True, some noted that they noticed someone trying to break into the room of one of the Almighty, but was stopped every time by some magical protection. Eventually, he grew tired of this activity and walked away, muttering something about doing sculpture another time.

A surprise for the Almighty were some letters discovered in the morning on the central table of the meeting hall. They were deemed important and posted just in case on the board in the lobby.

Nebo's karma is evil.
Old man with a staff

Boys and girls, you have seen the voting results. Wait to rejoice; exposing a mafia player is an achievement, but by no means a victory. If Yuuko and Discord cannot remove Spir at night, we won't be able to do anything to him. Therefore, no matter how reasonably our Daizumi speaks during the day, do not listen to him. His main goal is to save his own skin and those of his teammates; he cannot be USEFUL TO THE TOWN. Next night Villain will have an ult, with which he will go visiting, so don't obsess too much over Spir and try to look for other mafia players. Right now the priority task for us is to destroy the mafia. Once we reduce it by at least half without significant town losses, we can slowly deal with the maniacs. I am writing this note because for the first time in all games I seriously fear that I will be removed. With love, me.

Despite the fact that it seemed a series of raging cataclysms had passed, this night the Club was nearly destroyed by a powerful earthquake, so the concern of many Almighty became the protection of the building rather than their own nightly affairs.

Spir sat in his room at night. His hands were enveloped in streams of water taken from Drakkoshka's body. Absorbed in analyzing them, he barely noticed a red-haired man enter. "Hello, little mermaid. I must disappoint you, but your little plans to conquer the Club will collapse right now," he said. Spir only smiled charmingly in response: "What can you do now, mosquito? I cannot be stopped anymore. So leave my room if you want to live a few more days." The man shook his head with a sly smirk and stepped close to Spir: "I have another weapon against you..." He leaned his head forward, and they both, obeying some instinct, joined lips in a kiss. While the couple was kissing, a new guest entered the room. It was a pale girl with doll-like proportions and a gaze that read as something artificial, mechanical. The red-haired man interrupted the kiss and extended his left hand to Spir, offering him to rise from the chair. When he stood up, the man extended his second hand to the entering girl, who had not uttered a word. "It's a pity it ended like this," he said with a note of sadness and in the blink of an eye pierced Spir's heart with his right hand, who died instantly. The red-haired man pulled his hand, shining with bright red magical energy, from the deceased's body and kissed him on the forehead with a strange phrase: "Don't worry, Hugh Laurie loves you." After which the killer and his homunculus left the room.

It seems the Club's defense began to crack. A tragedy could have occurred this night. Wild predatory monsters managed to break into Drakkoshka's room. To the surprise of the Almighty, all of them were found in the morning turned into stone statues. But no one could find the hostess herself either, though this was explained by a note found on the table in the missing girl's room: "Terrible monsters striving to kill me... Are you serious? This is ceasing to be fun. I am leaving this world. Arrividerci!"

Another consequence of the visible breach in the Club's defense was another wall cave-in. Poor Ment was pinned so that he could barely breathe or move. However, while he was in such a state, the mannequin with a blade, which appeared from a portal opened somewhere in the corridor, could not reach Ment. While the mannequin searched for how to strike the poor fellow buried under debris, it was already destroyed by the pressure of this world. When the Almighty restored the breach, they discovered that, fortunately, Ment was still alive. When he was brought more or less into order, he explained that he must have been saved by that incredibly delicious sweet drink with which the bartender treated Ment in the evening. In the end, when his body withstood incredible damage, for some reason he began to feel exactly its taste in his mouth.

Throughout this difficult night, a feeling hung over the Almighty that someone was watching them all the time. Essentially, it was so: one of them took a risk, giving themselves completely to the Club, becoming its eyes that see everything.

A new letter appeared on the board in the lobby.

Boys and girls, allow me to suffer a bit more... enjoy the paranoia. We've wasted one mafia player; if nothing bad happens to Villain - we'll waste a second. In the best case, we lose another mafia player and two maniacs; in the worst - three townies. Therefore, during the day give special attention to those who did not vote for the execution of Toriyki-Drytzen. I understand that his joyful removal could certainly have raised questions, but when such obvious non-mafia players as Ment (Rudoy's behavior, Toriy's execution serving as an argument, though only from the closing of the day), Kosha (discovery of Spir's double vote) and Nebok (block plus note with status) vote, some conclusions can be drawn. I risk putting Wulfgar, Vish, and Lizard on the list of potential non-mafia players (behavior plus intuition). The latter did not vote for Toriyki, but he is generally inactive, which is understandable. By the way, one of the maniacs, or even both, could well be in the announced list, so my advice is - do not consider any of them a hundred percent townie and paranoia, paranoia, and paranoia once more. With love, me again.

Weighing everything, she decided to break the rules she obeyed. The situation in the Club was critical, so it was worth her intervention in the course of events. After all, two simple instructions are not that scary...

However, this night turned out to be relatively peaceful. The old man with a staff finally smiled, seeing that everything was fine with Millicent, whom he had visited during the night.

One of the Almighty had only one complaint: he felt as if the entire Club building were watching him this night. In the morning he looked suspiciously at a blue-eyed young man who looked as if he were not of this world, and moreover was tired, as if he had spent all his strength during the night concentrating on something.

And Wulfgar was in a trance, watching as small pixies performed their fancy dances before his face.

The only thing that slightly worried the Almighty was the not entirely adequate behavior of a certain spiteful girl. She was always no sugar, but this night such noises came from her room that it seemed she was ready to kill everything she saw. Fortunately, no one risked visiting her.

And another letter was found on the board in the lobby, this time enchanted.

Dear "Morning Post", writes your regular listener <nick redacted> I ask you to play this song specifically for one of my acquaintances, and also I want you to tell him that he is an ungrateful rogue and should think better about how he will pay his debt.

With respect and love <nick redacted></nick></nick>