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[bloodandbrass]

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[bloodandbrass]

i've got traps on her side of shit. try not to step in one when she comes after you.

[ that's as close as he can get, really. ]

[hardlydead]

[ david is good at making plans, better at thinking on his feet, but his forethought is nothing to scoff at either. as far as he can tell (or as far as jonah could tell after his little eyes lit up at the idea of poking around her tech) her drones work off radar, so david makes sure to come and go from the same direction that ghost face left after their fight. maybe it says more about his opinion of her than her actual intelligence, but he doesn't think it'd occur to her that he probably wouldn't come the same way every time. especially not when she's pissed. ]

[ ten, maybe fifteen minutes later, once he's sure he's in the clear, david finally replies. ]

Good thing her trials always last for fucking ever.

[bloodandbrass]

[ he was honestly expecting to hear something about being killed. ]

some people fuck around too much.

you sticking around to watch or what?

[hardlydead]

Wasn't planning on it. Why?

[bloodandbrass]

you're still here.

[hardlydead]

Got about a million traps to get past still. Slows a guy down.

[bloodandbrass]

never stopped you before.

[hardlydead]

Trying to get rid of me?

[bloodandbrass]

trying to say i don't want to be the one finding your corpse when she tracks you down and guts you.

[hardlydead]

Be a real fucker if I got caught out now, wouldn't it.
I'm off her little homestead now though. Unless you think she's gonna be venturing round the rest of your property.

[bloodandbrass]

looking for whoever did this? she might. doubt she'd get as far as the workshop unless she decides it was me.

[hardlydead]

[ is that an invitation? sounds like an invitation. ]

In that case guess where I'm headed now.

[bloodandbrass]

don't watch your step.

[ it's not really a threat; there's no more traps around the workshop than usual. but he's still irritated by his own suggestion. the annoyance is trickling through. ]

[hardlydead]

[ david snorts at the message but he doesn't respond, even if a quick '😘' is tempting just because he knows it'd annoy evan. ]

[ the hardest part is getting across that deathtrap of a boundary, but being on the rest of the estate puts david significantly more at ease, he's been doing this part for years now. and lately he's become familiar with the traps to a new degree. not that david never steps in them anymore, but it's a comparative rarity. plus he's extra careful when he knows evan is about because it'd be fucking embarrassing. ]

[ he makes it to the mine, only closes traps when he's confident there's no other way around them, and when he gets to the door david sticks his head in first to see where evan is before he slips through and pushes the door shut behind himself. ]

Evenin'.

[ maybe? it's always dark here and time is fake anyway, it counts. ]

[bloodandbrass]

[ it bothers him that people can get familiar with his traps, and where he puts them, and how often he sets them. they shouldn't learn that. he shouldn't be giving himself away so easily.

but at the same time, there's leeway for the people who come down here for reasons that aren't constant harassment, theft, and attempted murder. that david, of all people, is earning that should be a bigger problem for him than it's become.

evan glances over from where he's dismantling a busted trap, the jaws bent out of place, the springs broken. the natural surge of irritation that comes when they meet is there, but it quiets. for the most part. ]

Is it? [ not that he knows time anymore. it's always night on the estate. ] This your time of day?

[ it never used to be his, but there's no more mines to trawl in the darkness. might as well make do with nighttime. ]

[hardlydead]

Maybe? S'pose I'm more of a night owl.

[ david shrugs off his backpack and sets it down on a workbench next to the one evan's working at — it rattles with the sound of glass knocking about as he does so, ignores it as he himself leans against the table and watches evan work. ]

Worst part of... [ he trails off, brows pinched when he catches himself. shakes his head like he's physically shaking off the memory of 5am practices in the rain and the cold. he never talks about his rugby days except in the vaguest terms so why was he so ready to share that without thinking? ]

[ mentally he redirects with a quiet snort and a shake of his head. ] Just not much of a morning person I guess. Yeah.

[bloodandbrass]

[ david cuts himself off, and evan doesn't question it. david's had the good grace to do so before, so it's only fair to return it ... for now. not that whatever he was going to say was probably relevant.

just something about nights. evenings. mornings. a piece of before. evan shrugs, and pulls a few fragments of a spring free from the mess in front of him. ]

Lucky you. No mornings here.

[ it's said as grimly as ever, with a little bit of an edge to it. no mornings. only nights, or in a few cases, bright burning midafternoons. sunset in one place. but never morning. never the break of day. there's probably a reason for that. ]

You brought somethin'.

[ he heard the glass clinking, and has a guess about what it is, but he's not going to jump to conclusions just yet. ]

[hardlydead]

[ he appreciates the grace, though david would be surprised if evan was interested in anything about his life before when, if anything, he's expressed mostly antipathy for all that. same reason david doesn't query that tone he takes talking about the lack of mornings, though it's not hard to guess evan was probably an early riser. got up and went to work at the crack of dawn. ]

[ and then evan mentions his bag and david glances at it thoughtfully. shrugs a shoulder. ] Pilfered a couple bottles while I was there. You want some?

[bloodandbrass]

[ he gives the bag another long look, considering his options. ]

Get anything that ain't wine?

[ because the few times he was in there, that looked like the only thing she had available - and that's not even slightly his thing. ]

[hardlydead]

'Fraid not. All red wine and champers up there.

[ it doesn't surprise david that he's not about that, but david's never been a particularly picky drinker himself. wine's never been his go to, but he's got no issue with it. especially not these days. ]

[bloodandbrass]

[ evan makes a dismissive noise and turns back to the trap. wine was always for fakes, he remembers. foreigners and people trying to put on airs. people who never did a hard day's work in their life. fitting for her, he thinks.

whether david opts to drink or not, he himself stays focused on the broken metal in front of him. he pulls at screws, snaps the metal, sometimes bends it - until a spring finally comes free, and this one's not so broken. it flies out and buries itself in his arm.

it's a painful thing, but nothing new, and nothing that bad. he reaches up, pulls it out, and tosses it in a box of other not-so-broken pieces nearby before going back to his work as if nothing happened. ]

She's gonna question that. Ghosts don't drink.

[hardlydead]

[ david instinctively flinches when that screw buries itself in evan's flesh and he just... pulls it out. a sympathetic reaction he can't really help, but other than that he gives it no attention. if evan doesn't care then it's no big deal. ]

Too late to worry about that.

[ with all the other chaos about, he wonders if she'll even notice a few missing bottles of wine, but if he frets about that he'll probably end up worrying about a million little things that could point in any direction he doesn't want. ]

[bloodandbrass]

Give 'em to the other maggots. They steal enough.

[ it's not a great suggestion, but he's not exactly here to help.

the broken trap ends up dismantled, partly torn apart by his own hands. anything that can't be salvaged goes in a box meant for scrap; the rest to be reused, like the screw. once he's done, he turns to david, watching him from behind the mask. ]

You here for a reason or you just hiding out?

[hardlydead]

[ that... was the plan. the wine isn't for evan, it's for himself mostly, and the rest of camp, but david isn't going to correct him. ]

I can leave if you want me gone.

[ he shrugs. primarily he's just here to hide out a bit, let the clock tick down before he heads out. helps that for the most part he doesn't actually mind evan's company all that much. he doesn't pry, doesn't talk more than he needs to, lately he's not even that antagonistic. ]

[ but that's truthfully all that's on his mind. not that he'd be against anything else, he's certainly in good spirits with a lot of energy, but there's a handful of reasons he's not thinking about it. ]

[bloodandbrass]

[ the irritation's still there, and so is his annoyance over realizing that he's putting up with david, but they're smaller problems. small like springs in his arm. even if adriana isn't fooled, she'll be pissed off and have to deal with more problems, and since when has he had a problem with that?

he's got no interest in drinking, but that's not the only thing to do. ]

Wouldn't have told you she doesn't come here if I cared about that.

[ he picks up a nearby rag, already filthy with grease and blood and rust flakes, and wipes his hands off on it. ]

Could pay me back for letting you hide out.

[ that's mostly a joke. mostly. ]