gunsmith.

[foxhounds]

GUNSMITH Instead of waking up in the jungle, you wake up elsewhere. This is the ruin that's been chosen, because someone has come to meet you. You've been given a special role, even if it's a bit late. After all, this is your chance to save yourself. 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 give it to?" the woman 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 before the next day post.

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[foxhounds]

Then it'll be done tomorrow night.

[ She takes a step back, clearly intending to leave. ]

Which by the way, if one of the bodies that turns up is your doing, I'll let you know. You won't have to worry too much

[bywolves]

[ Royce bows his head in her direction, almost exaggerated, mocking. He grins at her as well. ]

I'll be waiting on the edge of my seat. [ Tone down the sarcasm, Royce. He'll watch her leave, unwilling to turn his back on her until she's at least out of his range of hearing. ]

[foxhounds]

[ Her business is done, so she leaves without saying else or looking back.

Welcome to the night role life Royce!! ]