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.

I'd appreciate if you brought your thinking to a conclusion? I'll match your vote almost anywhere, as long as it isn't on me or on Swan. I'd very much like both myself and the most valuable roleclaim remaining to stay alive.

Falcon already has a vote on them. I'm not going to try and self-prez with an entirely new vote at one hour til rollover. This way, I reduce the odds of myself dying, without increasing the odds of an important vote manipulator (you) dying.

I have no idea what you're talking about, shielding Heron on D1. The tie I broke was between Albatross and Tuatara, and it actually turned out that my intuition was correct, and one of the votes on Tuatara was an Elim. I won't pretend it was a brilliant play or anything, it was just lucky, but it's weird that people are suspecting me for it? As far as D3... yeah, that's more understandable. I stand by my argument -- that there was way more energy surrounding that vote than earlier ones, which implied to me that there was some frantic eliminator involvement. My reasoning for choosing Ostrich turned out to be wrong, though, and that definitely makes ME look like that very same eliminator franticness. Frankly, I think I'm probably the safest person other than an eliminator to exe right now (I have very little information or value to provide the village), so I'm torn about whether to self-prez. Obviously, I'd rather stay alive, but the other person being targeted right now is Coral Swan, who has claimed vote manipulation. Right now, vote manip is absolutely critical, so I REALLY don't know if we should be killing Swan. For now, I'll take the middle ground and vote Emerald Falcon. I don't really suspect them, but as a claimed vanilla, they're definitely safer to exe than Swan. I'm aware that puts us in a 3-way tie, so I'll stay online and move my vote if necessary to stabilize things.

An alleyway writhed. A pain rippled. Expanded. Contracted. A mind was emptied, and filled, and emptied again. A thing which at other times called itself Lysia roiled, formless, mindless. The thing did not now call itself Lysia. The thing did not call itself. A pain was. A writhing was. A Lysia was not. Beyond the thing that did not call itself Lysia, time passed. Hours. Days. Years? Impossible to know. A thing called Lysia did not exist to do the knowing. But known or not, time passed. Passage caused change. A pain rippled. Expanded. Receded? Diminished? The change was observed. An observer was? Yes. A thing that did not yet call itself Lysia observed the pain diminishing. A mind stretched. Substantiated. Congealed. A roiling ceased. A shape emerged, rendered, clarified. A being awoke. A person began. ... Lysia opened her eyes with a groan. What in the HELL had that been? She rolled over onto her back in the alleyway, looked up into the sky. The sun was burning red, just above the horizon. Late afternoon, maybe. But late afternoon on what day? How long had... whatever that was... taken? Her whole body convulsed with an involuntary shiver, thinking about what had happened to her. There was no way that was just some virus planted by the Lord Ruler. Something had attacked her Cognitively, taken away her consciousness. That shouldn't be possible, not for her. Her people alone, in all the cosmere, should be immune to something like that. It was literally in the name, for Adonalsium's sake. She needed to get out of this place. She needed to report back to her superiors, and then seek information in Silverlight about what could possibly do a thing like that. And for that, she needed the Spiked. Lysia pulled herself to her feet, and started exhaustedly toward the Inn. Time to find out just how much she'd missed. ----------- So, yeah, sorry about that. I missed a few turns. My condition worsened, and I ended up having to go to the hospital. The good news is, it's over now and I'm fully back. That said, I have NOT been keeping up effectively. I've read today's posts, and barely skimmed anything else since N3. I'll get around to it, but for now I thought I'd put up an RP post to show I'm here.

All right. I don't have all my wits about me, but I have this: This sudden flurry of activity at the end of the day implies to me that one of the people on the chopping block is probably an elim, and that an elim HASN'T been on the block previously (which is why the game's been so low-information). The only person under threat right now who hasn't been in the past is Ostrich. So, there's my vote.

The thing that called itself Lysia trundled through the night, exhausted. She'd been too absent, she knew. But it was so hard, with the pain thrumming through each individual fragment of her body. She still had no idea what was causing it; it shouldn't be possible, between her off-world medical tech and her... other advantages. Her best guess was that there was some kind of pathogen designed by the Lord Ruler to keep people like her from meddling with his toys. She'd barely been able to pay attention that day as the locals had argued back and forth about who the Spiked were. She smiled mirthlessly at the irony; they were just throwing clues at her, giving her everything she needed to locate the Spiked and escape the loop -- and she couldn't even muster the effort to involve herself. She needed to do better. She would do better. Or else she would die in this miserable, backwater village in the middle of nowhere. ------ Like I said on Night 1, I'm dealing with medical issues that cause quite a lot of pain during all the time that I'm not heavily medicated. I can elaborate if you like, but I don't want to get all gross and TMI. The issue should be resolved in about a week real time. That said, I was paying attention as much as I could, and could probably have cobbled together a post towards the end of the day. But when I last checked, it was looking like a lynch of either Heron or Dragonfly, and they both seemed acceptable to me. I could have put my support behind one, but that would have required the effort of working out which one to lynch. It didn't seem worth it. For right now, I'm also interested in hearing if @Mint Heron has any information about why an attempted soothing on them might have failed. Also, this whole post: Is absolutely bizarre to me. Why are you doing analysis on your own actions? Did you or did you not submit vote manip actions last night? And why on earth would someone saving you be 100% villager? You are aware that it was that specific action that killed Tuatara, right? Unless you're a village Mistborn, that soothing demonstrably helped the eliminators more than the village.

To be honest, I didn't think too hard about it. My only major reason for voting Albatross over Tuatara was that the votes on Albatross were older, and thus more likely to be random village votes than targeted Elim votes.

A quick heads up, I'm dealing with some emergency medical issues that will keep me from writing extensively until they pass. That should hopefully be in a week at the longest, and I'll be able to maintain a minimum of contribution until then, so I don't expect to need a pinch hitter.

Sorry, no RP. I meant to post something earlier in the day, but stuff came up. I don't love how widely the vote is spread in a game with vote manipulation. Some consolidation is probably a good idea: Ademornda Niugnep. Alais. I'm aware this makes me a last-minute tiebreaker, but I think that taking that risk is better than just sitting somewhere meaningless. And while we didn't hear MUCH from Ade, they at least technically posted. Vote count: ||0 votes|| Acks (Coral Swan): Alais (Magenta Albatross), the Jaist (Mauve Crocodile), Hayden (Cream Tuatara), Nibbles (Indigo Weasel) ||3 vote|| Alais (Magenta Albatross): Azure Mouse, Hayden (Cream Tuatara), Lysia (Charcoal Hyena) ||1 vote|| Lysia (Charcoal Hyena): Malmoc (Amethyst Scorpion), the Jaist (Mauve Crocodile) ||2 votes|| Hayden (Cream Tuatara): Emerald Falcon, Byrar (Mint Heron), the Jaist (Mauve Crocodile) ||1 vote|| Chartreuse Penguin: Lysia (Charcoal Hyena) ||1 vote|| Nibbles (Indigo Weasel): Rind (Melon Dingo) ||1 vote|| Rind (Melon Dingo): Ivory Dragonfly ||1 vote|| Byrar (Mint Heron): Nibbles (Indigo Weasel) ||1 vote|| the Jaist (Mauve Crocodile): Malmoc (Amethyst Scorpion)

How the hell do I keep ending up in these situations. The thing calling itself Lysia scowled as she stalked through Tyrian Falls, following the pulsing thrum from her wristband. She glanced at the bustling inn as she passed, but the Resonator didn't increase its pulsing at all, indicating no activity from inside; so she kept moving. This was supposed to have been a simple operation. Get in, confirm the situation on the ground in Tyrian Falls, get out. But of COURSE it couldn't be that simple. She'd gotten caught in the loop. It was her own blasted fault, she knew. She'd known the risks, known all about Tyrian Falls. The village twisted in time, warped by an anomalous perpendicularity into temporal loop, forever reliving the same catastrophe in a perpetual cycle of paranoia, betrayal, and devastation. But that was supposed to have stopped; the loop was supposed to have been broken. She'd been careless, ignored the warning signs. And now she was stuck inside a bubble of time, detached from the wider cosmere. Unless she found a way out, she'd be trapped here and die along with every other living thing in the village. She'd had friends who died here, years ago. Well, she knew step one: identify the Spiked. There were always Spiked, she knew, in every cycle; conspiring to bring about the downfall of Tyrian Falls. They'd be hiding among the villagers, sowing discord and paranoia. They could be anybody; from what she remembered of past cycles, the identities of the Spiked were completely unpredictable. She remembered the Professor had a theory... But she was getting distracted. She needed to focus on the task at hand. Lysia arrived at the burning corpse of the watchtower. The guards were still keeping people out, but that wasn't a problem for her. She withdrew a small, oblong box from her pocket, a crank extending out of one side. She adjusted some sliders on it, then after some quick mental calculations, turned the crank two and a half times. She dropped the box to the ground where she stood and immediately started moving to the other side of the tower, tapping her finger rhythmically against her leg as she went. By the time she'd circled all the way around, she'd tapped her finger one hundred and sixteen times. She waited, timing her approach, then started swiftly running towards the tower, her feet making almost no sound as she ran. At the count of one hundred fifty, right as she was about to come into view of the guards, the harsh cawing of a raven echoed out from where she'd dropped the box. The guards jumped and turned towards the sound, raising their weapons, before realizing it was just a bird. They laughed amongst themselves at their tension, and returned to their posts. By that time, Lysia was already inside the watchtower. Inside, Lysia quickly took stock of the room, then withdrew her wrist from her sleeve, exposing an ornate wristband. Composed of an intricate cage of bronze, zinc, and nicrosil, the Resonator held sixteen different narrow, triangular gemstones, arranged in a circle. She'd already guessed what she'd see from the accelerated pulsing sensation, but it couldn't hurt to check. Sure enough, the ruby on the upper left was glowing strongly, along with a faint glow from the emerald near the bottom. Someone had been using hemalurgically-fueled Allomancy here in the last day or two. She had her first lead on finding the Spiked. ----- I don't have much time for analysis, but I see Chartreuse Penguin lurking below, and would love to hear from them. Vote count: ||2 votes|| Acks (Coral Swan): Alais (Magenta Albatross), the Jaist (Mauve Crocodile), Hayden (Cream Tuatara), Nibbles (Indigo Weasel) ||1 vote|| Alais (Magenta Albatross): Azure Mouse ||1 vote|| Lysia (Charcoal Hyena): Malmoc (Amethyst Scorpion) ||2 votes|| Hayden (Cream Tuatara): Emerald Falcon, Byrar (Mint Heron) ||1 vote|| Chartreuse Penguin: Lysia (Charcoal Hyena)