1 Aug 2022, 15:50
Mutiny: Ghost Plane
Ghost Plane
~ Game 1 ~
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we all make choices
but in the end, our choices make us------Andrew Ryan
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This is the Ghost Plane for 'dead' players to come and chat amongst themselves.
When a player is killed by humans, their role will be revealed to everyone.
When a player is killed during the night by a wolf, they will just be stated as being dead and no information will be given. Their role will also not be revealed to anyone.
If you decide to post in the Ghost Plane thread, please do not reveal your role if you were killed by a wolf. This is important. Also it's just a good rule in general not to reveal any information you may have discovered about the identity of others in the Ghost Plane while you were 'alive'. Especially if you happened to be one of the special roles.
Feel free to post whatever you might want to here.
That is, as long as you don't reveal your role, if you were killed by a wolf.
Kim bought some miniature furniture before the game started, which he is using for those in the ghost plane. Each piece is a mini version of a set of a bleachers. He got a higher year to use a spell to increase the size of the item and now 'dead' people can take a seat on the bleachers. Kim also brought along a variety of large plush cushion bean-bag type of 'seats' that he arranged around the bleachers as well, for those who might want softer seats.
Remember, on the Ghost Plane no one can hear or see you in the game as you are dead.
| kim sato tone bakugo | sta • 10 | eva • 18 | str • 2 | wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 20 sta • 10 | eva • 16 | str • 15 | wis • 7 | arc • 4 | acc • 18 |
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31 Aug 2022, 05:30
Mutiny: Ghost Plane
ARYAAN SHAMSI
Aryaan stood up from his seat in the ghost plane when Shimizu-kun was knocked out and finally entered the ghost plane.
“What. The hell. Was that” he exclaimed without any actual heat behind his aggressive words. He would have been much more careful in his word choice around the other boy, but the Indian boy had gotten tired of alternately walking on eggshells and pouring gas on the open fire that was Akira Shimizu. The Japanese boy was on his team, and they needed to get along. Get along better, anyhow.
“I realize I’m not the smartest person around,” he continued on without letting the other boy really speak. “But can you please explain what you were thinking? Because I don’t get it. Not at all.”
While stewing in the ghost plane, Aryaan had decided that being the first to be offed wasn’t a bad thing at all, because no one got to know how good or bad he was at bluffing, something that might give the other champions advantage in the later tasks. But that didn’t mean that Shimizu-kun had not caught him completely by surprise.
And Aryaan Shamsi did not like being surprised like that. Not one little bit.
@Avery Chen as Akira Shimizu
The curtains fell. And the silence was deafening
1 Sep 2022, 03:02
Mutiny: Ghost Plane
Bloody imbeciles and cowards, that's what they all were. As soon as he heard that he had fallen prey to the wolves, Akira huffed and turned away towards the bleachers without another word or glance. His jaw was clenched, and he had to do everything in his power to not rage then and there, cursing everyone who had voted for him to walk the plank and the wolves who had killed him.Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
Pathetic, cowardly bastards. That's what those wolves were. Coming for him in the middle of the night, because he had brains. And the ones who had voted for him were no better. They were either wolves themselves, or stupid beyond belief, not even wanting to hear what he had to say to them the next round. Deserving of death.
So, it was with his fists clenched and his jaw set that he approached the bleachers of the Ghost Plane. He took one look at the plush beanbag chairs and chose to sit down on the cold, hard metal, elbows on knees, fingers interwoven in front of his face so that only narrowed slits for eyes peered out ominously.
“What. The hell. Was that.” Shamsi approached him at such an inopportune time. “I realize I’m not the smartest person around, but can you please explain what you were thinking? Because I don’t get it. Not at all.”
"Shut up, Shamsi," he muttered darkly, not looking at the boy. For once, he was calling the Indian boy by his family name without honorifics not because he blatantly disrespected him, but because of familiarity. Couldn't he tell that he just needed a second to himself? Just a second. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to settle the anger and vindictiveness that burned so hot inside of his soul. Soon enough, the flames settled, though the embers still glowed.
"I didn't know everyone would pile onto you like that," he admitted after a while, eyes snapping back to the other boy. He felt that Aryaan was deserving of some form of confession, instead of simply letting his own pride shoot back an indignant 'so what? screw you'. "It was the first round; I had to take a stab in the dark -- you were the only one I could pin some form of respectable logic onto without sounding like an absolute fool. I had to start somewhere to get the conversation going, even though I had my doubts, considering the odds." But it ended up more like a massacre, didn't it? He started the conversation by voting for Aryaan and providing a justification (as was expected of players), but everyone just piled on like sheep. Ultimately, he had erroneously sacrificed his human Champion. In return, he only got a bit of information that no longer served him or Aryaan. It was so, so frustrating.
"If you still don't feel like I'm making sense, I don't blame you," he uttered coldly with a long face, even though his words were sincere. He didn't even know if what he did made sense anymore, either. Did his pride get in the way? Did he let himself choose Aryaan just to avoid the risk of sounding like he was grasping at straws, like everyone else? "I suppose I could've just tossed out my pride and chosen someone else," he found himself muttering in admission, almost too softly to hear, as he shifted his gaze off into the distance.
@Hui Ming as Aryaan Shamsi