[ it pings off some ancient memory dessicated into almost nothing in the recollections of his past, just enough that he snorts out a laugh at what david says. of course, he also grasps what the problem probably is, then. ]
i don't think fixing injuries was on her list of shit to do.
[ he doesn't like going anywhere near her place except to trash it, but this time, he'll give david the benefit of the doubt. he might regret it. not that it would be the first time.
[ he's disappointed. if david got mauled making her life difficult, this would be an easier job.
but he's on her - on his stolen property now, looking for a blood trail or an almost-corpse. david's somewhere, and apparently armed in a disadvantageous way. ]
how about next time me and ger dance i'll give you a call
[ there's a trail of blood heading from the camp off into the woods, but it's not david's. he's paused under one of the staircases up to her cabin, leaning on one of the metal poles holding it up for stability. obviously been in a scuffle of sorts, worse for wear, cut up and bruised, but not dying just yet. ]
[ that could change quick enough though, there's a hunting knife wedged in his gut that david's smart enough not to pull out yet, right hand pressed to the wound to try and minimize how much the knife moves around when he does. ]
[ david's good at keeping quiet — people forget that sometimes, only to his advantage — but he's no jake, he's not silent. evan will hear him once he's close enough. ]
[ the first blood trail he doesn't follow for long, because it's heading away. he can tell that much. there's no second, or at least he doesn't find one before he finds david, bloody and pale and still alive.
he glances at the knife, but the handle doesn't tell him much. the blade would, because that's all he ever sees, aimed at his face or his own gut by idiots who don't realize who they're attacking (or don't care).
it's a nasty stab, though. deep enough to kill easily but shallow enough, or maybe just angled wrong enough, that it won't do it quick. and he doesn't generally carry bandages with him. ]
[ generally speaking, david's a fan of not being dead, as much as people might get the impression otherwise. (evan.) reaching out to evan is calculated, he knows that with the way things are between them right now, neither of them really wants to be the one to break that fragile truce they have. he's not gonna come out here and finish david off just because he can. more likely he'd tell david to deal with it himself if he had absolutely no interest in helping, and that's fair enough. david wouldn't hold it against him. ]
[ he pushes away from the pole he's leaning against, looks up at evan with a frown. of course, he did make that sword in the stone joke, but he was expecting to be somewhere he wouldn't just immediately bleed out when it came to it. ]
Wasn't expecting you to come out here. [ he takes a breath, gestures toward the treeline with a jut of his chin. ] Just missed your favourite stalker.
[ the idea of letting david bleed out does appeal, but it sours somewhat when he mentions a favorite stalker. what replaces it is genuine amusement, because he saw the blood trail. maybe he should have followed it, and finished the job. ]
Looked like he was on his way out. [ evan looks back in the direction of the blood. ] You get him bad?
[ for that much blood? of course he did. and now evan's already considering the best way to get that knife out without leaving david to spend his last moments like a wild deer. it's not, in fact, all that difficult to get on evan's good side, or at least drop oneself a few ranks down the shitlist. sending certain other killers running with their tail between their legs is one of the best ways.
but he's not the sort to carry bandages with him, which means he'll have to find another option if he wants this to go any way but the usual. ]
[ david was, in the moment, completely ready to kill him, which is something he's choosing not to think about at all. nor is he going to lend any mental real estate to the part of him hoping the fucker bled out and died out there, or the way the idea rings with a pang of disappointment at not being there to see this hypothetical death. ]
[ even if having the fucker stick him with a knife and run off kinda just makes david want his head even more. ]
[ maybe he should be, but david doesn't seem overly concerned with the knife sticking out of him. adjusts the way his hand is resting against the wound with a hitched breath and a hiss of pain and starts walking, steps slow and deliberate, body listing to the side a little, but there's confidence to it too. this isn't his first time in a situation like this. ]
[ details would be better, evan thinks, but as he watches david try to push himself up and stand he figures it'll be a while before he gets that. the fact that david could send him running, though, and only get stabbed once that he can see for it, is impressive.
still. walking like that, he'll die too quick. ]
Sit down before you gut yourself.
[ with some confidence that adriana's not around - otherwise she would have showed up already, he figures - evan heads up the stairs toward her living space. he's been in there a few times, taking out his frustrations, so he knows what she has.
he's back only a minute or so later, the white sheets off her bed balled up in the same hand as a bottle of something he didn't bother reading the label of. they aren't perfect, but they'll do for long enough. either for a trial or to get his ass back to the workshop - entity only knows which one'll be first. ]
[ david stops moving at evan's insistence, turns to look at him in confusion only to see the man heading up to the cabin. a moment of wondering what he's doing ticks over and then david moves toward one of the worktables skull merchant has around the place and pushes some stuff off to take a seat, hesitantly putting his weight down first before he actually does plant himself on it. ]
[ he hasn't had a chance to take stock of his injuries so far, so focused on the whole knife in his gut thing, only really aware of some slashes on his arms because he can see them when he looks down. aware of the bloody nose only because he can taste it at the back of his throat. ]
[ he's tonguing at his split lip when evan comes back down, raises an eyebrow at the sheets in evan's hand but it's not a complaint. ]
She's gonna be pissed about that.
[ like the bloody fight leaving a mess in her space isn't gonna piss her off anyway. ]
[ the only response that gets is a dismissive grunt. evan wholly and completely doesn't care what adriana thinks; in a one-to-one fight, she can't beat him, although she's tried and done some not insignificant damage. but she trespassed on his property in a way he can't fully combat, so this is what she gets.
he hands david the bottle and eyes the stab, and the slashes. there's only so much even he can do for something too deep, but it won't really matter in the long run. either david'll bleed out or he'll go to a trial. either way, back to normal.
instead of making a comment he tears the sheets up somewhat inexpertly but well enough to serve as wrapping. ]
Get your shirt off. Use it for pressure. [ there's no ulterior motive there - there's just not enough sheets to do both. ] Tell me what happened.
[ that one, though - he just wants to know. david pretty clearly won. he'll listen while they - very carefully - get the knife out and the injury wrapped up tight. ]
[ david pulls a face at the idea of taking his shirt off, purely from a logistical standpoint. the shirts done for anyway, so he tears the hole around the knife bigger first and then pulls it over his head with a grunt of pain, balls it up and holds it firm just under the knife. ]
Think I interrupted him snoopin' around-- you know how sometimes you can just hear him? Didn't see him, but I could hear him--
[ he abruptly stops when evan starts to move the knife, breath catching in his throat. he didn't really feel it go in, though david sure as hell felt it while it was in there, but coming back out? jesus christ. ]
[ being gentle isn't something evan focuses on, because there's no point. getting the knife out quickly is more important than making sure it doesn't hurt. after that, stopping the bleeding takes precedence, which david's just about ready to for.
he doesn't make a comment on the reaction, either. it's not a breakdown. it's pretty impressive, although he's holding david to the standard of himself. ]
Snooping here? [ maybe it wasn't so important that david interrupted him, then. the more problems he causes for the trespasser, the better. he makes sure david's got his shirt pressed against the injury hard before starting to wrap the makeshift bandage around him, as best he can. ]
[ keeping your fucking mouth shut while dealing with agonising wounds is something david has plenty of experience with at this point. less stoicism and more just survival. he exhales heavily once it's out, some of the tension seeping out of him as he holds his shirt down over the wound. ]
Looks that way. [ his breathing's a little shaky, skin a bit clammy. it hurts a hell of a lot more than he's letting on, but david's good at that. lets him get away with a lot more than he should. ] No idea what he was after though.
[ whatever pain it might be causing, evan doesn't particularly care. he wraps the injury tightly, knowing that whatever pain that results in, it'll still be better than bleeding out thanks to ghost face. ]
Nothin' good. [ he glances at the fallen knife. got something for you - returning what david once snatched from him. although he doubts it got that far in david's head. ] So you snuck up on him for once.
[ even evan's managed it, once or twice, just by being patient. it's one of the more satisfying things he's done to the sneaky fuck. ]
[ david winces at the way evan wraps the fabric, the way it tugs and presses the wound, but david doesn't care all that much otherwise. it means the job's getting done, and that's what matters. ]
Just pretended I didn't know he was there. Waited for him to try gettin' the drop on me. [ he takes a breath, just to see how much breathing room he's got in this wrap, and gestures to adriana's, uh. props. ] Beat him round the head with one of them mannequin legs.
[ evan laughs at that. it's short and sharp, but it's a laugh, not just a faintly amused snort or grim smirk half-hidden under the mask. ]
Must have been nice.
[ he rips the end of the makeshift bandage and finishes wrapping it to tuck the end in under the rest. it'll do for now. there's still some sheet left, but probably not enough for all the slashes on david's arms. without asking, evan takes one arm to examine them a little more closely and see which are the worst. ]
'S not all you did, though.
[ unless he broke his skull open, there wouldn't be that much blood on the grass. ]
[ it's a stupid, little thing, but it really does make david just a bit proud when he gets a genuine laugh out of evan. not enough that it shows, but he feels it enough that it also annoys him. ]
Old bird has a lot of her weapons around.
[ he doesn't seem to even really notice evan taking his arm, instinctively turns his arm in his grip so he can see where ghost face got him worst. deep lacerations on the outside of his forearm. if he wasn't a seasoned fighter he'd be dead, that's for sure, ghost face doesn't fuck around. ]
[ with his free hand, david gestures toward some of the blood splatter across the consoles. ]
Decent way to put the hurt on someone, even if it in't fit for her purpose.
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got somethin for you
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youre gonna have to play king arthur to get it though
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sword in the stone
im the stone
[ he's lost a lot of blood okay let him have this ]
youll see
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where are you.
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you know shes got all this shit and not a single bandage
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[ he doesn't like going anywhere near her place except to trash it, but this time, he'll give david the benefit of the doubt. he might regret it. not that it would be the first time.
but on his way there: ]
you trying to fuck with her?
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figured i could raid her place for for a first aid kit or something but theres shit all useful stuff here
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[ he's disappointed. if david got mauled making her life difficult, this would be an easier job.
but he's on her - on his stolen property now, looking for a blood trail or an almost-corpse. david's somewhere, and apparently armed in a disadvantageous way. ]
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[ there's a trail of blood heading from the camp off into the woods, but it's not david's. he's paused under one of the staircases up to her cabin, leaning on one of the metal poles holding it up for stability. obviously been in a scuffle of sorts, worse for wear, cut up and bruised, but not dying just yet. ]
[ that could change quick enough though, there's a hunting knife wedged in his gut that david's smart enough not to pull out yet, right hand pressed to the wound to try and minimize how much the knife moves around when he does. ]
[ david's good at keeping quiet — people forget that sometimes, only to his advantage — but he's no jake, he's not silent. evan will hear him once he's close enough. ]
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he glances at the knife, but the handle doesn't tell him much. the blade would, because that's all he ever sees, aimed at his face or his own gut by idiots who don't realize who they're attacking (or don't care).
it's a nasty stab, though. deep enough to kill easily but shallow enough, or maybe just angled wrong enough, that it won't do it quick. and he doesn't generally carry bandages with him. ]
I pull that out, you'll be dead real quick.
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[ generally speaking, david's a fan of not being dead, as much as people might get the impression otherwise. (evan.) reaching out to evan is calculated, he knows that with the way things are between them right now, neither of them really wants to be the one to break that fragile truce they have. he's not gonna come out here and finish david off just because he can. more likely he'd tell david to deal with it himself if he had absolutely no interest in helping, and that's fair enough. david wouldn't hold it against him. ]
[ he pushes away from the pole he's leaning against, looks up at evan with a frown. of course, he did make that sword in the stone joke, but he was expecting to be somewhere he wouldn't just immediately bleed out when it came to it. ]
Wasn't expecting you to come out here. [ he takes a breath, gestures toward the treeline with a jut of his chin. ] Just missed your favourite stalker.
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Looked like he was on his way out. [ evan looks back in the direction of the blood. ] You get him bad?
[ for that much blood? of course he did. and now evan's already considering the best way to get that knife out without leaving david to spend his last moments like a wild deer. it's not, in fact, all that difficult to get on evan's good side, or at least drop oneself a few ranks down the shitlist. sending certain other killers running with their tail between their legs is one of the best ways.
but he's not the sort to carry bandages with him, which means he'll have to find another option if he wants this to go any way but the usual. ]
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[ david was, in the moment, completely ready to kill him, which is something he's choosing not to think about at all. nor is he going to lend any mental real estate to the part of him hoping the fucker bled out and died out there, or the way the idea rings with a pang of disappointment at not being there to see this hypothetical death. ]
[ even if having the fucker stick him with a knife and run off kinda just makes david want his head even more. ]
[ maybe he should be, but david doesn't seem overly concerned with the knife sticking out of him. adjusts the way his hand is resting against the wound with a hitched breath and a hiss of pain and starts walking, steps slow and deliberate, body listing to the side a little, but there's confidence to it too. this isn't his first time in a situation like this. ]
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still. walking like that, he'll die too quick. ]
Sit down before you gut yourself.
[ with some confidence that adriana's not around - otherwise she would have showed up already, he figures - evan heads up the stairs toward her living space. he's been in there a few times, taking out his frustrations, so he knows what she has.
he's back only a minute or so later, the white sheets off her bed balled up in the same hand as a bottle of something he didn't bother reading the label of. they aren't perfect, but they'll do for long enough. either for a trial or to get his ass back to the workshop - entity only knows which one'll be first. ]
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[ he hasn't had a chance to take stock of his injuries so far, so focused on the whole knife in his gut thing, only really aware of some slashes on his arms because he can see them when he looks down. aware of the bloody nose only because he can taste it at the back of his throat. ]
[ he's tonguing at his split lip when evan comes back down, raises an eyebrow at the sheets in evan's hand but it's not a complaint. ]
She's gonna be pissed about that.
[ like the bloody fight leaving a mess in her space isn't gonna piss her off anyway. ]
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he hands david the bottle and eyes the stab, and the slashes. there's only so much even he can do for something too deep, but it won't really matter in the long run. either david'll bleed out or he'll go to a trial. either way, back to normal.
instead of making a comment he tears the sheets up somewhat inexpertly but well enough to serve as wrapping. ]
Get your shirt off. Use it for pressure. [ there's no ulterior motive there - there's just not enough sheets to do both. ] Tell me what happened.
[ that one, though - he just wants to know. david pretty clearly won. he'll listen while they - very carefully - get the knife out and the injury wrapped up tight. ]
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Think I interrupted him snoopin' around-- you know how sometimes you can just hear him? Didn't see him, but I could hear him--
[ he abruptly stops when evan starts to move the knife, breath catching in his throat. he didn't really feel it go in, though david sure as hell felt it while it was in there, but coming back out? jesus christ. ]
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he doesn't make a comment on the reaction, either. it's not a breakdown. it's pretty impressive, although he's holding david to the standard of himself. ]
Snooping here? [ maybe it wasn't so important that david interrupted him, then. the more problems he causes for the trespasser, the better. he makes sure david's got his shirt pressed against the injury hard before starting to wrap the makeshift bandage around him, as best he can. ]
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Looks that way. [ his breathing's a little shaky, skin a bit clammy. it hurts a hell of a lot more than he's letting on, but david's good at that. lets him get away with a lot more than he should. ] No idea what he was after though.
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Nothin' good. [ he glances at the fallen knife. got something for you - returning what david once snatched from him. although he doubts it got that far in david's head. ] So you snuck up on him for once.
[ even evan's managed it, once or twice, just by being patient. it's one of the more satisfying things he's done to the sneaky fuck. ]
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[ david winces at the way evan wraps the fabric, the way it tugs and presses the wound, but david doesn't care all that much otherwise. it means the job's getting done, and that's what matters. ]
Just pretended I didn't know he was there. Waited for him to try gettin' the drop on me. [ he takes a breath, just to see how much breathing room he's got in this wrap, and gestures to adriana's, uh. props. ] Beat him round the head with one of them mannequin legs.
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Must have been nice.
[ he rips the end of the makeshift bandage and finishes wrapping it to tuck the end in under the rest. it'll do for now. there's still some sheet left, but probably not enough for all the slashes on david's arms. without asking, evan takes one arm to examine them a little more closely and see which are the worst. ]
'S not all you did, though.
[ unless he broke his skull open, there wouldn't be that much blood on the grass. ]
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Old bird has a lot of her weapons around.
[ he doesn't seem to even really notice evan taking his arm, instinctively turns his arm in his grip so he can see where ghost face got him worst. deep lacerations on the outside of his forearm. if he wasn't a seasoned fighter he'd be dead, that's for sure, ghost face doesn't fuck around. ]
[ with his free hand, david gestures toward some of the blood splatter across the consoles. ]
Decent way to put the hurt on someone, even if it in't fit for her purpose.
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