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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[bywolves]

Right. [ That's what he thought confirmed, at least. ] And I assume she got the gun from you. Did it work the same way as this? She gave you instructions on who to kill and you did it, or did she do it herself?

[ Asking a lot of questions he doesn't think are going to get answered, but he wants to know, the info-gathering hoarder he is. ]

[foxhounds]

So to speak. Zaroff gets access to as much as they want.

[ She shrugs ]

All the rest, why do you want to know? [ It's not a "no" at least. She's in charge of this game, so she can reveal what she wants. But she's also not really inclined to do so. ]

[bywolves]

Call me curious. [ His tone is almost sweet - the kind of sweet that comes from someone trying their damndest to be polite. ] She's dead and out of the running, what does it matter to you?

[foxhounds]

Because curiosity isn't a good enough reason, and I don't trust you enough to not tell someone.

[ Her smile is just as sweet as his tone, honestly. ]

[bywolves]

[ He laughs, a short, sharp sound, and pulls up his hood to continue to pace. ] I have nobody to tell, but I don't care enough to keep asking. What do you want from me tonight, I've already given you the name of who the gun will go to.

Unless I'm to give you another name for tomorrow.

[foxhounds]

[ She nods ]

Another for tomorrow. Who knows. I have a feeling you picked well tonight, at least.

[bywolves]

[ He mutters something about swords, glancing at her. ] No suggestions for me tonight?

[foxhounds]

If you insist. Auger remains interesting enough, but let's swap out the other two for Fuuma and Max Caulfield.

[bywolves]

[ It's almost funny, because before he'd even asked, he'd had someone in mind - she just so happens to name that person. ]

Before I answer. Is my choice for tonight already set in stone?

[foxhounds]

It's not. It's completely your choice, ultimately.

[bywolves]

Give it to Max. [ You know. If she ends up being alive still by that point. ]

[foxhounds]

[ She nods. ]

Max it is.

[ But their business is done, so she turns to leave. ]

Sleep well, Royce. You might be pleasantly surprised tomorrow.

[bywolves]

[ Ohhh, that is all the squinting in the world. He's not entirely sure that's true, but whatever, he's exhausted and he needs to rewrap his stupid injured leg. He'll worry about it when it's morning. ]