Cry Wolf: Night Two

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan's a bit disgruntled tonight, but that doesn't stop him from showing off. He's currently decked out in gold jewelry and expensive stones; mostly king-worth rings and a crown that says Ива́н Гро́зный​.]

There was a 3-way tie, so I was forced to roll a dice. Don't make me do that again. [Ivan points towards the poll on the wall.] You have

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[musthatefrogs]

[What was this development?

Ocelot was going to be a damned bane in his side for as long as he breathed, indeed.

And, if culled, where would he go?]

Ivan, you bastard!

[Yeah he looked ready to take the main television out, by any means necessary.]

You burn my clothing and now you do this?

[fancy_shooting]

[Ocelot approaches the giant, though not within arms' reach. He's still wary around Volgins, but the game makes socializing necessary.]

Hmm. I wonder what made someone think they had the evidence to vote you here. ...Or, perhaps a wolf has it out for you. What do you think, Colonel?

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin narrowed his eye suspiciously. The whole situation, and to some degree still, Raikov's (cushy, extravagant, bloated) circumstance kept Ocelot in one piece as well.]

And, Major, given what I know of you, why should I trust you? Any of you?

[Intriguingly enough, Ocelot did not vote for him, he noticed that.

A false sense of ease, perhaps?]

[fancy_shooting]

It's a game of odds, Colonel. Whatever you think of any of us based on what came before the game doesn't weigh on who's more likely to be a "wolf".

I think your odds are pretty good. The Major put favor on a "dangerous" participant. What dangerous man does he know better than you?

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin puffed his last cigar. Stupidly so. If he saw tomorrow (in this dull room) with his odd company, he would be going without a nicotine fix.]

Disregarding the child, then?

[Volgin eyed the scientist.]

[fancy_shooting]

[Ocelot raises an eyebrow at that comment. The scientist is at least a decade older than Ocelot...]

Even if nobody votes, one of you is going.

[leashedliquid]

Colonel.

[Liquid tips his head toward a quiet corner.]

You happen to be one of the most trustworthy here. I'd like to have a word with you.