redfeatherraven
Natz~
praline
Opossum
The Stoopid Unikorn
Swamp Sensei
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If there was ever a demonstration that quiet was not synonymous with peace, it was the second Night among the candidates. Privately they exchanged words, asking each other for their thoughts and feelings, as they might have above ground under different circumstances. Provided that you ignore the topic of who was to be told to offer up their own life to grant each other another day of life, the candidate's still setting their sights on breathing the air of tomorrow as if it was as fresh as the first inhale after a deep dive underwater.
But for one individual, they would not reach the surface of the third Day. An unknown candidate had stalked the suffocating halls of their willing prison not simply for chatter but rather the elimination of a competitor.
This individual found their prey.
There was no scream. Their life was snuffed out like a candle as the murderer strolled off as if nothing had happened, leaving the corpse where it fell.
When morning came, the angels were quick to discover its location and called for the candidates' attention. Unlike the bodies from the Days before, this time the sight left a sickening sense of dread in them that shook their vulnerable souls. Not by its appearance, for by all accounts it was the same as before, but this death carried a much different implication.
PRALINE IS DEAD.
HIS BLESSING IS UNKNOWN TO ALL BUT THE ONE WHO TOOK IT.
"An empty shell... their angel is missing as well. This can only be the work of a White... but why? We had agreed to select our candidates through deduction..."
"God's don't follow rules, they make them. Finally we see signs of initiative!"
As the body was discarded with little comment or sense of formality, the heavy hearts of the candidates who were frozen in place, save for their darting eyes, stalled the start of the next culling.
Someone standing among them right now is intent to kill them. Who would do such a thing? Who
could do such a thing? And are they next? They prayed in their hearts until they realized the chilling irony of the gesture.
Eventually an angel reminded them of their deadline along with the stakes at hand. Reluctantly, the candidates steeled their resolve and began their duty.
11 Days of the Competition Remain
10 Candidates
DAY 3 HAS BEGUN. A LINK TO THIS POST WILL BE ADDED ON THE FIRST PAGE.
24 HOURS REMAIN UNTIL THE NEXT PHASE.
PUBLIC THREAD NOW OPEN, PRIVATE PMS FORBIDDEN. TIME TO VOTE.