NeoLurosa
Junior Trainer
- Pronouns
- J:they/them HY:she
"Ah. It seems I am to pilot this body for the time being. Very well."
The espeon, presently with Lurosa's golden eyes and turquoise gem, paced back and forth, twin tail-tips flicking in the air.
"Despite my considerable misgivings about the strategies and conduct the nickit's Voice is employing, I am becoming more confident that they are a member of the Town. I am fairly sure a swap did indeed happen, and if so, the explanation given by Nefari's Voice seems more likely and based on fewer blind assumptions than any theory in which they are Mafia. Do not miscontrue me, though. I merely believe it is somewhat more likely that Nefari's Voice is Town, not that they are truly not hostile. I will try not to hold it against them that they tried to have me killed."
She smiled politely and sat, crossing her tails over her paws. An intuition struck her.
"Floatzel Jet! Do you and your Voice have any recommendations for this gift-giver who visited me in the night? They did, after all, solicit instruction, and I confess I have little idea what I would do in their position to improve matters." She frowned as she contemplated the situation. "I do wonder why this other ostensible mailperson would have declined to use their power on the first night. Is there some downside? Or perhaps they did not wish to be caught without an alibi should their target turn up dead? I can only speculate."
The espeon, presently with Lurosa's golden eyes and turquoise gem, paced back and forth, twin tail-tips flicking in the air.
"Despite my considerable misgivings about the strategies and conduct the nickit's Voice is employing, I am becoming more confident that they are a member of the Town. I am fairly sure a swap did indeed happen, and if so, the explanation given by Nefari's Voice seems more likely and based on fewer blind assumptions than any theory in which they are Mafia. Do not miscontrue me, though. I merely believe it is somewhat more likely that Nefari's Voice is Town, not that they are truly not hostile. I will try not to hold it against them that they tried to have me killed."
She smiled politely and sat, crossing her tails over her paws. An intuition struck her.
She definitely would have come up with an even smarter plan if she'd got mail, though.
"Floatzel Jet! Do you and your Voice have any recommendations for this gift-giver who visited me in the night? They did, after all, solicit instruction, and I confess I have little idea what I would do in their position to improve matters." She frowned as she contemplated the situation. "I do wonder why this other ostensible mailperson would have declined to use their power on the first night. Is there some downside? Or perhaps they did not wish to be caught without an alibi should their target turn up dead? I can only speculate."