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"We wouldn't gain any information from it at all, as far as I can guess," Sage replied. "It'd be more of a utility role than an information-gathering one. And, actually, did she actually claim to have any information? Other than her supposed role, I mean," he asked pointedly. "I know you keep saying she did, but I'm pretty sure she said she wanted information - from As The Sun Burns, who she suspected was a wolf. Not that she had any."

Sage shrugged. "Either she misspoke, or she assumed that saving the lives of prey players would frustrate the wolves and make them behave more erratically - not an unreasonable assumption. And she explained changing her vote as wanting to hear more of what As The Sun Burns had to say, didn't she? I think that's a pretty reasonable explanation."

"Fair enough," Sage conceded with a nod of his own. "I definitely still suspect her, too, I just wanted to make sure we had all our facts straight. Still, I'll withhold my vote until we hear what she has to say in her defense this round."

He turned his gaze upon the rest of the assembled players, and wondered about the predators hidden among them. It was up to them to choose which way their suspicions lay.

"You spent an awful lot of time thinking of that nickname when you thought of the others so quickly," Nightingale said thoughtfully to Lost Apathy, then shrugged.

"I, however, will vote for Optimist for the reasons I have already mentioned. I have no inclination to debate further with the doe herself...for those very reasons."



((and also because, job. lol))

Flesh was doing a pisspoor job of being active within this game. He had barely shared his thoughts with any of the others, and was not actively participating in any of the discussions on trying to weed out the predators within the group. That was the point of the game- was it not? The dragon growled, mostly in distaste with himself for being so quiet. Biding his time until it was appropriate to speak, the aged buck gave willing ears to Optimist and Sage as they went back and forth but then found himself most interested by what the relatively quiet-until-now buck had to say about just that- the wolves at night killing of the more quiet of the group.

He had a point. The wolves at night could kill off the "weaker" of the group by singling those who had spoken and participated less. It was certainly less disruptive to the flow of the game rather than taking out someone who had made themselves to be one of the headliners. Flesh eyed a few in particular who had quickly stepped out into the limelight and had had heavily guiding hands in all their daytime discussions.

"He has a point," came the words on gravel and coal, quietly smoldering as the rusty gears began to groan to life upstairs. "The wolves have had easy pickings at night- why ruin the fun of the game by taking out someone who was advocating so vociferously during the day? That would make the game dull," Flesh paused to roll his thoughts around before letting them tumble out upon voice. "I think the wolves have strategically placed themselves in these positions of "power"," again Flesh looked directly at a few specific kin- Optimist, Apathy, Kiss of Death namely though his eyes did happen upon a peculiar looking Acha and did indeed linger for a longer moment but with remarkably less suspicion than the three kimeti does.

"It just seems as thought the wolves would want to guide the game and control the daytime elimination so that their added nighttime opportunities would combined be more beneficial and lead to their victory in a much more expedited time frame." Even if Flesh was wrong in sympathizing with Wild Cry's point of view, it was getting to the point in the game that their number were dwindling and the chances of one of those three does being a predator was increasing.

Wild Cry grinned bigger. "my point exactly... The predators have to participate in order to convince the masses they are not a threat."

The buck stood and shook himself off (both physically and figuratively). He figured he should start speaking up. It was a miracle the wolves hadn't killed him yet for being a weak player thus far.

She just laughed at Wintershadow. "That's exactly why they left me alive. They do it so that by removing me at day will leave no trace of evidence that I am a prey.

Plus, they never knew I could heal until I exposed myself. Killing me at night is easy. They won't go down that route. They want you all to think I'm a predator. Which I have repeated so many times that I'm not.

No one wants to reveal information so I might as well reveal what I am. This game is taking too long to end."

She looked around the remaining players. "I hope you all are piecing information together. I'm not going to be part of this game for long. "