Charcoal Hyena

Zacian has a full on broadsword, though. Not many pokemon have something that looks like an epee. ... My answer is therefore Beedrill.

Swan, Elephant, Penguin

nom nom

Meerkat Rhino Flamingo Dingo

A different choice of color, you say... Well, that's quite a spot today.

I vote we execute Salmon Meerkat for crimes against the Village. ... wait ... the Olympic Village, that is. (That's a thing right?)

I believe in Violet Axolotl and Amethyst Scorpion.

Ouch With a sprained ankle? Double ouch. Do Swans have ankles?

Congratulations to my fellow eliminators, who in all honesty kind of won this game without me. Sorry for missing so much of the game, guys!

The thing calling itself Lysia sat in the middle of the inn, smiling to herself as everyone around her finally caught on, accusing her of being Spiked. The irony was that she actually had no spikes; it had been offered to her in the past, but she had absolutely no intention of puncturing her soul in that way. But there were only two ways out of Tyrian Falls. One, extremely difficult to accomplish, was to save the town; root out the Spiked, defend against the koloss, and survive until the temporal anomaly collapsed and returned you to ordinary realmatic space. It had been done, but wasn't reliable. The other alternative was to locate the Spiked and keep them alive until the koloss began to approach. For unknown reasons, as the scenario drew to a close, the saboteurs began to generate a locus of realmatic pressure – which Lysia could use to pierce the loop and escape before the bloodbath. She'd done what she needed to. Locating the Spiked had been easy – once she'd identified their signature on day one, it was a simple matter to narrow down their potential locations. It was extremely difficult to hide from a being like her. That night, as the saboteurs had been preparing to make their nightly kill, Lysia had coalesced herself in the shadows of the room, then offered an alliance. They really hadn't had a choice, once she knew their identities. From there, it was smooth sailing. She'd assisted as necessary, killing the occasional villager in the night. All the while, she made the preparations for her escape, jerry-rigging an assemblage of her assorted tools into the apparatus she'd need when the koloss arrived. She'd lost one of the Spiked, which was unfortunate – but all she needed to escape was one. Now, all she had to do was wait. She leaned back, smirking as the impotent accusations flew. -------------- I refuse to provide any information about the hypothetical number of any remaining allies I might have.

I'm afraid it's not good. Chartreuse Penguin. RP (hopefully) to come later, but my allies are urging me to get a vote out now.

Sure. Kasimir.

Whaaaat?? Nah, I just don't see it. I mean... I'm down if you guys are. Me, definitely. I've done absolutely nothing worthy of suspicion or reproach. Anything any of these others tell you is a heinous lie. Trust me and only me.

Ivory Dragonfly. Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, Dragonfly.

All right, fine. Emerald Falcon. Coral Swan. I'd really prefer to be alive than dead.