tutuu isn’t a fox but also been mischievous
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did not!
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Gossipmongers tend to get themselves killed. “Snitches get stitches” and all that.
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Magnus has died last night
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Good night chat.
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i am gay
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code 152!
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STOP SNITCHING
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Oh right, threadlock.
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nya
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:3
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Give me the last word please.
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Let me find the “Delete Post” button real quick, I could’ve sworn it was around here somewhere…
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Final Day 1 Votecount
| Nominator | Nominee | Votes | Voters |
|---|---|---|---|
| Storytellers | otterpopd | 7 | Atlas, Jarek, Silviu200530, May, tutuu, L.una, Bionic |
| Storytellers | IcetFeelsPain | 4 | Someone, Magnus, Kiiruma, Luka |
| Storytellers | Silviu200530 | 3 | Someone, Hazardwaste, Kiiruma, Artemis, baker |
| Storytellers | Magnus | 1 | Atlas |
| Storytellers | L.una | - | |
| Storytellers | Sleep | - |
otterpopd (7): Atlas, Jarek, Silviu200530, May, tutuu, L.una, Bionic
Silviu200530 (5): Someone, Hazardwaste, Kiiruma, Artemis, baker
Kiiruma (4): May, tutuu, Bionic, IcetFeelsPain
GGhana (4): tutuu, Bionic, Someone, Magnus
IcetFeelsPain (4): Someone, Kiiruma, Magnus, Luka
baker (3): May, IcetFeelsPain, otterpopd
Magnus (1): Atlas
Not Voting (1): GGhana
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8:37 PM, Outside Roslenberg
Phebe lay on something covered with powdered leaves, the frigid air permeating every bone in her body. Cold… please, someone… help? The deafening windrustling tree branches above cut off her thoughts, carrying her the strong smell of conifer sap, dried-out leaves, the forest soil, and freshly baked food. The last one felt funny to her if she was in the middle of the forest, but she quickly gave up on explaining it. She thought about getting up, but she couldn’t push the thought through to her limbs. After a struggle she gave up, whimpering softly and sinking back into the darkness.
“Hey, are you okay?” It was a voice she didn’t recognize.
Not really. She heard soft quick footsteps moving towards her. They stopped right next to her, leaving her to the sound of the bugs chirping for a few long moments.
“Wait, Phebe? Is that you?”
Yeah, I think I’m still me. She felt something fuzzy on her wrist.
“Oh, thank Arceus she’s still alive.”
She felt something warm lift her off the ground, easing her pain. With the bitter cold lessened, she immediately drifted to sleep.
She woke up on a mattress in a stone cabin, swaddled in blankets. For the first time in forever, she recognized where she was.
“Orlando?”
The white haired boy spun around before rushing out of his chair to Phebe’s side. A white, red-eyed dragon half his size, Oliver, ran up to join the two.
“What happened?” he asked. “Well, sorry. First I should ask, is there anything you need right now?”
“…I think I need my head and entire body to stop aching.”
“You should get some food and water. Rosalind’s on her way with dinner. Let me get you a cup right now.” Orlando stood up leaving her alone with Oliver, who stared at her with a gaze of pity… It was weird taking that from someone who was only three feet tall.
Orlando quickly came back with a cup of water, which she quickly put down. “What happened to my clothes?” She was wearing a baggy dress shirt which was definitely not hers.
“I changed you out of them into some worn because they were cold and bloodstained, I figured—”
“Wait, bloodstained?”
“Yeah.” Orlando looked concerned. “Did you not know?”
She shook her head. “How much?”
“Look at your arms, Phebe. Thankfully everything was mostly surface level, but you’ve lost a lot of blood.”
Otterpopd is executed and dies.
She was...
Rosalind Destin
”If we see and ignore the people in need, that’s no better than killing them ourselves. You can always count on me to have your back, Phebe. I promise.”
A young artist who lives dependant on her older brother, an artificer, for food and board. One of Phebe’s closest friends and a fellow Cult member, she has high ambitions for being a hero to the people around her. She does all sorts of things to help other people in need, tending on self-sacrificial. She has high defensive magical ability, but her attacks are not very strong: for offence, she says she can rely on her knifework in a pinch, but Phebe doubts she’d have the willpower to actually hurt someone.
Night 2 begins.
It will end in 24 hours at 2023-12-15T22:00:00Z.
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