Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-33161724-20161009185545

He is busy tonight. Working on his latest contraption, he finishes the repairs on one of the wheels. The mafia's attack sure left a mark on his precious prototype. He sighs as he finishes the polish and goes off to do his work. While the rest of the town criticizes the transporter on disrupting the town's plans and getting the vigilante killed, the transporter simply shrugs it off. He will get it eventually. It was only a matter of time.

Tonight, he planned on moving the revealed Mayor with a lowly Jester claim. No town protectives possible, it was the mayor's only chance of survival. He gets to work, moving them before they can object to his practices. It payed off in the morning. The town found the so-called jester dead on the floor, with a book of hexes in her hand. The transporter finally did a good job, as he sets off for the night, repairing his machine and disorienting the town and, hopefully, the mafia.