[ Okay, now she has to play up the “all for one and one for all” angle. Insulting Frank twice is pushing it and she has to increase her reactions or more people might be privy to their little pack being rife with internal discord. ]
And you make Billyboy look downright well-adjusted sometimes. So I guess we’re all very complex and multifaceted, aren’t we.
I don’t know what you’re bitching about this time, but I didn’t do it. Believe me or don’t, whatever, I don’t care. But if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you back for sure, so maybe ask yourself if it’s worth sullying your precious land further first.
Big words for someone your size. You come back here for whatever reason, you're dead. Same goes for the rest of your little pack.
You fuck around too much around here, you're going to get the Entity on your ass again.
[ Which also applies to him, if he takes too much time getting revenge for petty (or literally nonexistent) slights. But he can't stop himself from doing it. His life might be a little easier if he could. ]
Same goes for you. You owe The Entity several litres of blood daily just as much as the rest of us. So I guess I get to say “big words for someone your size” right back to you. Too much time spent yelling at a bunch of teenagers to get off your lawn isn’t going to fill The Entity’s belly.
[ Welp. Time to put up or shut up. Normally, this is where Susie would back the fuck off, but since she's still protected by the power of not being in close proximity of The Trapper, she's probably going to say something stupid anyway. ]
Wait, do you WANT me to get off your lawn or to come visit? Are you getting senile, old man, or just lonely? Need somebody to help you find your dentures?
[ Big words coming from Forever Brace Face here, but, well, here we are. ]
You can stay where you are. I know where you're hiding out.
[ The problem is this means if he has to live up to it he has to go to Ormond, which he hates doing. The cold makes the iron in him burn like fire. But to shut someone up, and maybe teach them a lesson, he'll put up with it.
He grabs his cleaver on the way. It might not get any use, but she's got a knife, after all. ]
[ Well, great, now she’s done it. Susie should know better by now, really, but she still can’t help herself. Anytime someone thinks they can just push her around, she has to come out swinging. Stupid and often useless here, but old habits die hard. Susie is eternally terrified of appearing vulnerable because she knows what happens to vulnerable people in the outside world, so of course it would be so much worse here. Even when she knows she should back down, when someone gets in her face, she can’t just let that go, especially not if they tend to act like they’re top dog in The Fog. That’s just not happening.
So if Trapper says he’s coming, then she’s been through this enough times to know he doesn’t mince words or lie. He’s coming, all right, and he’s brought several of his little hunting friends with him. God. This is not how she wanted today to go. Susie hops off the fence outside the resort and heads for higher ground indoors. Evan is a big man. If she can spot him setting up his stupid traps, she has a chance and that’s all she needs: to not panic. ]
[ For once, he doesn't bring any traps. He's got the suspicion that if he does someone in the Legion is going to break them, or steal them, or move them to where he'll accidentally step in one. So it's just him and his cleaver, stalking through the fog, taking the most direct path to their little patch of hell in the darkness.
It's too bright for his tastes, and way too cold. He stays at the edge of the treeline, watching the resort for movement. They're all faster than him. His best option is to outthink her - or just surprise her. Scare her into doing something stupid or reckless enough that he can catch her. Or get her to back down, even if an apology is something he's not even going to try and hope for.
Is she the only one around? It doesn't matter. Evan heads across the snow toward the building the dominates the whole of the area, ignoring the cold as it starts to freeze the iron shot through him. There's a flicker of movement higher up as he goes, the sound of footsteps - but he pretends he doesn't hear them, and heads for the not-exactly-warmth inside the chalet. ]
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And you make Billyboy look downright well-adjusted sometimes. So I guess we’re all very complex and multifaceted, aren’t we.
I don’t know what you’re bitching about this time, but I didn’t do it. Believe me or don’t, whatever, I don’t care. But if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you back for sure, so maybe ask yourself if it’s worth sullying your precious land further first.
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You fuck around too much around here, you're going to get the Entity on your ass again.
[ Which also applies to him, if he takes too much time getting revenge for petty (or literally nonexistent) slights. But he can't stop himself from doing it. His life might be a little easier if he could. ]
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Same goes for you. You owe The Entity several litres of blood daily just as much as the rest of us. So I guess I get to say “big words for someone your size” right back to you. Too much time spent yelling at a bunch of teenagers to get off your lawn isn’t going to fill The Entity’s belly.
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[ hdu be right, essentially. ]
You got the balls to come say any of that to my face?
sorry for the wait! o/
[ Welp. Time to put up or shut up. Normally, this is where Susie would back the fuck off, but since she's still protected by the power of not being in close proximity of The Trapper, she's probably going to say something stupid anyway. ]
Wait, do you WANT me to get off your lawn or to come visit? Are you getting senile, old man, or just lonely? Need somebody to help you find your dentures?
[ Big words coming from Forever Brace Face here, but, well, here we are. ]
it's cool!
[ The problem is this means if he has to live up to it he has to go to Ormond, which he hates doing. The cold makes the iron in him burn like fire. But to shut someone up, and maybe teach them a lesson, he'll put up with it.
He grabs his cleaver on the way. It might not get any use, but she's got a knife, after all. ]
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[ Well, great, now she’s done it. Susie should know better by now, really, but she still can’t help herself. Anytime someone thinks they can just push her around, she has to come out swinging. Stupid and often useless here, but old habits die hard. Susie is eternally terrified of appearing vulnerable because she knows what happens to vulnerable people in the outside world, so of course it would be so much worse here. Even when she knows she should back down, when someone gets in her face, she can’t just let that go, especially not if they tend to act like they’re top dog in The Fog. That’s just not happening.
So if Trapper says he’s coming, then she’s been through this enough times to know he doesn’t mince words or lie. He’s coming, all right, and he’s brought several of his little hunting friends with him. God. This is not how she wanted today to go. Susie hops off the fence outside the resort and heads for higher ground indoors. Evan is a big man. If she can spot him setting up his stupid traps, she has a chance and that’s all she needs: to not panic. ]
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It's too bright for his tastes, and way too cold. He stays at the edge of the treeline, watching the resort for movement. They're all faster than him. His best option is to outthink her - or just surprise her. Scare her into doing something stupid or reckless enough that he can catch her. Or get her to back down, even if an apology is something he's not even going to try and hope for.
Is she the only one around? It doesn't matter. Evan heads across the snow toward the building the dominates the whole of the area, ignoring the cold as it starts to freeze the iron shot through him. There's a flicker of movement higher up as he goes, the sound of footsteps - but he pretends he doesn't hear them, and heads for the not-exactly-warmth inside the chalet. ]