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]

[ Royce scowls at the names he's given - he has a hard time keeping track of which sword is which. ]

Mar's sake, I can barely keep track of them. [ Kashuu is the one that was friends with Yamato, he thinks... he's pretty sure that was the one that argued with him about Yamato being insane, and he absolutely does not want a gun in that one's hands, so.

Sorry, he absolutely butchers the name, but in his defense there isn't really an equivalent language in Elan: ] Give it to Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

[foxhounds]

[ It's good enough for her to understand it, at least, so she nods. ]

Then he'll have it tomorrow night. Wish Max luck in the meantime.

[bywolves]

[ He tries not to let it, but his expression tenses, shifts when she says it. Oh, Max. ] She can take care of herself. She has the means to.

[ Royce pulls his hood up over his head. ] Until tomorrow night, not-Ivan.

[foxhounds]

[ She nods, then turns to leave without another word. ]