role - foxes

[foxhounds]

FOXES Instead of waking up in the jungle, you wake up elsewhere. This is the square where the Foxes comes to decide what to do, and Ivan patiently sits on a bench. It's your job to pick someone to investigate. After all, you're saving them. You have a little while to think about who you'll pick tonight, but don't think too hard, since you only have until dawn. "So? Who do you want to know about?" Ivan asks, so clearly, she's not going to let you think on it that long. rulebook character statuses profiles All night votes will be due 5PM EST two days after trial.

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[foxhounds]

[ She reaches into a pocket of her dress, since this dress is actually useful, and pulls out a little Moleskine notebook and a penknife. The book is opened on her lap, and she cuts a little incision into her pinky. She winces a little as she cuts herself, but speaks clearly to the book. ]

Who are Bols and Rena Ryuugu?

[ She holds her pinky out over the book, and the red is seemingly absorbed into the pages, leaving no trace of where it stained behind. After a moment, red letters surface on the page. ]

BOLS. INNOCENT.
RENA RYUUGU. INNOCENT.

[baaaaka]

Ahahaha, of course. Of course... What a waste of time.

[ this sucks, basically ]

Hey, I left a treat for the dogs tonight. Do you think they'll find it?

[foxhounds]

[ She looks up at him, then smiles a little more. ]

They will, I think.

[baaaaka]

Oh, good! They really deserve it. Filthy mutts.

[ unsurprisingly, he doesn't like dogs, even when they're not eating people. ]

You know, I was the court musician back home... I miss my violin. You can't get me one of those, could you?

[foxhounds]

[ auger has officially lost it ]

I think so, yes. If you'd truly like one, it'll be waiting in the parlor for you tomorrow.

[baaaaka]

[ that happened like 15 years ago man... he's just run out of fucks to give about this game by now.

his expression brightens at the unexpected affirmation, and he nods, grinning. ]

Eeh, seriously? Looks like you're good for something, after all! I'll play everyone a beautiful song before they get sent off to hell.

[foxhounds]

[ She just looks at her notebook passively, then nods. ]

If there's nothing else you need, have a pleasant night.

[baaaaka]

You're gonna just leave me like this? I might die tomorrow, you know.

[ he tilts his head at her. ]

You could at least comfort me a little.

[foxhounds]

I suppose I'm not very good at providing comfort. But what do you have in mind?

[baaaaka]

[ a small, cool smile. ]

Spend the night with me.

[foxhounds]

[ She laughs, short but soft. ]

That's an odd request. Would it really provide any comfort?

[baaaaka]

Maybe. I might as well do something fun before the sun rises. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for me, I'm sure.

[ he'll fight against it - there's no doubt about that. He always fights. But if his fate is as good as sealed, he'd like to spend his time doing some more stimulating activities than sleeping. ]

Besides, you owe me.

[foxhounds]

Do I? Why is that?

[baaaaka]

'Cause you wouldn't give me any ammo, but you'd give me a violin. There's no way you've got easier access to a violin than bullets.

[ walking closer, he reaches out a hand to cup her chin. ]

You're always keeping things from me, you know? Give me something at least once.

[foxhounds]

[ She does flinch at his touch, but she looks up at him briefly before her eyes flit away. She's still timid in certain ways, but her words seem more confident. ]

Is that really what you want?

[baaaaka]

[ that makes him laugh. ]

What I really want? What I really want is to have everyone else drop dead. That'd be perfect. But sometimes, we can't get what we really want. [ her obvious reluctance doesn't seem to turn him away at all; in fact, he leans down closer. ] We just have to settle with what we have.

[foxhounds]

[ As he leans in closer, Ivan just closes her eyes. She seems resigned, and so she nods. ]

...Fine.

[ I bet Auger didn't think she would agree, and yet. ]

Then will you join me in the manor tonight, Auger?

[baaaaka]

[ actually, he had a feeling she might. That's why he asked. Apparently satisfied, he pulls away; then, he offers a hand to her so that she can get up. It's princely gesture - but coming from him now, it's near-mocking. ]

I'd be honored, Ivan.

[foxhounds]

[ She takes his hand delicately as she stands, but her eyes remain pointedly off of him. But as she asked, she'll head back to the mansion, and this is where we fade to black because I can't believe you Auger ]