The survivors won.
It was the last match of the day, and it’d gone well. Only one death, which, though unfortunate, was partially what got them the win.
Someone had been able to distract the killer for over two minutes, and all the generators had been completed.
Dusekkar raised herself from the log slowly, exhaustion clinging to his bones. He hadn’t distracted, but since being put under a protection seal by It, the overuse of magic in rounds often left her tired.
So, he did as he always would. Did a once-over of the small crowd of survivors to check if they were ok, head to the docks and sit. It honestly didn’t matter where she sat when rounds ended, as long as he had his book.
- @congenial-cerulean
-> Someone else seemed to be hanging around the docks, keeping their distance from the magic wielding support survivor. Everyone knew what n7 looked like, there was no need to describe him really. -> As always he looked anxious, cautious, keeping his distance from basically everyone and everything. An outcast, freak, criminal, whatever you wanted to call him it most likely applied! -> He didn't seem to notice the admin tho...
