[ it might, actually. evan's just so irritated and enraged on seeing it (not afraid, of course he's not scared of it, obviously) that he assumes it's got the mental capacity of the demogorgon, or the xenomorph, or the dredge. just because it can parrot human speech doesn't mean it understands anything it's saying.
he has to believe that, because he can't believe anything else. something like that has no right being intelligent. ]
Don't throw the goddamned flashlight next time. Almost blinded me completely doing that.
[ there's at least some capacity to understand in there, david's sure of that. david's been killed by it plenty, and the things it says when doing the deed itself aren't coincidence. there's just no way. ]
Rather not take my chances on that one.
[ though maybe he can concede that he should've turned the flashlight off before he threw it. he won't, dismisses evan's comment with a wave of his hand because he is not accepting criticism at this time. especially not from a man who won't even let someone take a look at his wounds. ]
[ evan snorts, even if it hurts. every word hurts, actually, but his eye's too obvious an injury to admit to a lesser one, like a fractured jaw.
he spits out a tooth into the grass regardless, and looks at the weird blackish blood on his cleaver. ]
Better not be back. Ain't losin' more traps.
[ he doubts he'll find them later, or at least not in one piece. just more work to do. he flicks some of the blood away and turns back toward the workshop, where he'd much rather be at this point. ]
[ david thoughtlessly walks just behind evan, using the way he walks to tell him where's safe to step. if he doesn't have to think about it, why would he. ]
Its whole thing is playing on people's sympathy, or going after people who've been thinking about it. [ at least that's how it was explained to him, but some people have a flair for dramatic storytelling that can make the facts of it hard to parse. ] Doesn't exactly make you a prime target.
[ was he thinking about it? of course not. aside from it being a freaky piece of shit he'd barely consider, he doesn't focus on other killers - or at least, not ones like that. ]
Probably on its way to kill someone else.
[ he did hear a whine in the darkness, right before he saw it. but that wasn't what drew him; he just tripped over it. like most of the things here, it probably thought he was easy prey, except that it was embedded with traps by the time he saw it. ]
Either couldn't tell or didn't care where it stepped, either.
Can barely control those limbs as it is by the looks of it.
[ probably can't feel much, if anything at all through its stolen skin. david shakes his head like he's physically shaking something off, a slight grimace in his expression. he doesn't particularly want to think about it any more than he already has. something about thinking on it comes with this feeling he could really only ever describe as an emphatic "nope." ]
[ david hates a lot of things, evan's sure, but it's the first time he's really heard him say it that clearly.
he'd bring it up, except he thinks he gets it. just looking at it makes him want to kill it. not in the 'you're trespassing on my property' way, on a visceral, bone-deep, borderline animalistic level. not that he think that far, he just knows it needs to die, maybe top priority over anything or anyone else. ]
Shit luck for you there.
[ he stops at the mine and takes another second to grasp the internal pain. fuck, but does his face hurt. ]
[ david pauses when evan does, takes the opportunity to get a look at his face, at the ruined eye. he also notes with a little disappointment that the marks he left earlier are gone, even if it's to be expected after he's been to trial. ]
Shit luck describes just about everything about this place.
[ he snorts at that. it's not wrong. shit luck for every survivor, and for some of the killers, too. not that he'd ever say that out loud. ]
Better hope it don't hold a grudge.
[ if that's even possible. he still doesn't think it has anything beyond wanting to kill, like the other things, but there's just enough human aspect to it that he can't feel certain about that. ]
[ his shoulder hurts where it pulled on his arm, and he's not sure if the back of his shirt is wet with sweat or with blood after it hit him with that trap-laden arm, but david will take both of those over a wrecked eye and whatever else it did to him. ]
Those tentacles don't fuck around.
[ he rolls his shoulder as he says it, trying to relieve some of the pain now he's more actively aware of it, thanks evan. ]
[ with the way david's moving, he's pretty sure there's something wrong, but it's not like that's permanent. nothing's permanent here. it's a positive against all the negatives. otherwise he wouldn't be so calm about losing an eye. it'll be back, although it'll probably hurt on the way in.
so he doesn't say anything about it. ]
Nothing does around here, except your crowd.
[ which doesn't always work out for him in the end, but most of them take pride in fucking around anyway. ]
[ david highly doubts it's coming back any time soon, but what does he know? maybe it's lurking around the edges of shelter woods, waiting to catch one of them on their own. down two tentacles and a damaged body though, david's willing to bet money it's gonna go hide and lick its wounds first. ]
Lemme patch your eye so you're not leaking all over the shop first.
[ it's just really gross and he doesn't think evan has anything except old, grody bandages that he'd have to wrap half his head with to use. ]
[ the look he gives david is flat, but inside he's incredulous. patch up the eye? why bother? ]
Not the worst thing that floor's stained with.
[ on the assumption david's not going to ask, he turns and heads back into the tunnel to the workshop. but he doesn't tell david to get lost or stop him from following him. if he really wants to follow and help, evan's not going to kick him out. ]
[ david doesn't particularly want to know what worse stuff evan means. that's not even the point. it's a mix of things; seeing evan with an injury like that, it hits david with an urge to get it patched up that he can't really explain, but also he knows that sometimes leaving a wound to the open air like that, especially if it's bleeding or weeping, can be way more distracting or annoying than if you slap a bandage over it. ]
[ anyway, he just follows evan in, not thinking at all about the why of this, as per usual. ]
Feel like it'd drive me nuts after a bit, just havin' blood and- juice runnin' down my face like that.
[ if it wasn't for the pain, he probably wouldn't even notice anything on his face. his mask wasn't really designed for protection from anything, even injury, so it's not like he hasn't had blood - or worse things - on his face before. he just moves on. the entity clears up the problem after a while.
still, he lets david in again, sets down his mask and cleaver and fishes out the rolls of relatively clean but clearly used bandages he keeps in a busted crate. he doesn't expect david's about to try anything stupid, but it's not as if he can't deal with it if he does. ]
Doesn't mean it's not worth doing something about if you can.
[ david doesn't acknowledge the crate evan brings down, sets his own bag down on a table and pulls out the medkit claudette assembled for him. tailor-made for a man who turns up back at the campfire cut up and bloodied more often than not. ]
[ there's some bandage that's been cut into little squares in lieu of gauze pads, some tape, and wipes david distinctly remembers barely escaping from lery's with a box of. amongst other stuff, but that's what he needs for evan's eye. it doesn't really occur to him to question why he's doing this, why he's patching up evan's eye when he'll be fine. he'll be fine faster than david would be in his position, in fact. he should focus on his own injuries — the back right of his shirt is stuck to his back with blood, the thin skin covering hag injuries torn open by the impact of that trap — but the pain is still dull. present, but easy to ignore. ]
[ why is he using his own stuff too? evan has his own shit. david doesn't think about that either. he just rips one of the wipes open and comes back close to evan, reaches up for his chin to get him to tilt his head down. ]
Hold still a sec.
[ he wants to just wipe up enough that the tape will stick without issue, he's not here trying to clean up the whole thing; evan doesn't need it, and david's never been that guy. he prioritises getting this kind of thing done quickly over being gentle or thorough, it's more important to get people functional than anything else. ]
[ david has a medkit. david's using the medkit - on him. he's never cared for the shit survivors bring with them in trials, because half the time they're useless and the other half they do nothing but fuck him over. he knows they're a way of evening the playing field, and that the entity wouldn't allow them otherwise.
but none of that explains why david would use what's in one on him. there's bandages he provided, right there. shittier, yes, but not david's, and therefore not taking away from what he might use in his next trial. what might save his stupid ass, considering how often he jumps straight into danger.
evan lets him work in silence, expression flat, refusing to show the uncertainty and, honestly, surprise going on just below the surface. he tilts his head at david's gesture, putting up with the slight pain of the wiping and bandaging, because it's not like that's worse than what he's already dealing with.
he's not sure what this means. if it means anything at all and isn't just some subconscious repayment of whenever the last time they got along for five minutes was. maybe david just really hates eye injuries.
whatever it is, he puts up with it, idly touching the patch when it's done. this won't last very long, he's sure. but it's something. ]
[ he smooths out the last piece of tape on the bottom of the patch with a firm, heavy wipe of his thumb, making sure it stays put to catch all the... effluvia, and gives it an assessing look. a bunch of other people could do it better — neater, cleaner, whatever — but david's satisfied it'll do the job he wants it to. it just needs to hold until evan either heals up or gets sucked to his next trial. or dies, if he's really unlucky. ]
I'll be fine. [ he wipes off his hands on his jeans, clearly not thinking much of it. ] Not like I'm gonna be able to heal up much next trial anyway.
[ only 2 dead hards per trial now, what's the point of no mither anymore except to make him suffer. ]
[ the pressure irritates him, and he still doesn't get why david bothered at all, but he manages to keep still, one remaining eye fixed on david. partly to make sure he's not about to do something stupid and partly to see if he can find an answer to his question of why. he doubts david's about to say anything even remotely satisfactory.
the comment about not healing up makes him raise an eyebrow. he knows david turns up ripped to pieces on the regular, but expecting it by now is either serious pessimism or something else. ]
Maybe if you weren't always doing stupid shit, it'd cut you a break.
[ there's a pattern to it sometimes; coming out and staying fucked up usually means he's going back in hurt. it's what he expects at least, otherwise he's sure he would've recovered fully by now. ]
[ regardless, he raises an eyebrow at evan. has he ever known the entity to work like that? ]
Yeah, 'cause it's so fair and judicious in how it operates.
[ david rolls his eyes at that. 'cause they fucked him over, sure. like killers don't have ways to take away the chests or get rid of their shit. screw the cannibalism, the worst thing bubba ever did was bring franklin's to the fog. ]
Good thing I'm not after any favours from that fucking thing then.
[ there's a heavy dose of contempt in his voice, moreso even than when he talks about the likes of ghost face. but who could be surprised? he was about to take a real, serious step forward in his life and then he got ripped out of it and broughr here to suffer and bleed and die until he's got nothing left, dealing with bullshit even the best acid on the market could never have helped him imagine. ]
[ he's angry. he's so fucking angry. can't even fight back, what the fuck. ]
[ familiar with soul-burning rage as he is, evan can feel the change in the air around david. the way he tenses, the look on his face, the poison in his voice. something barely-restrained and about to explode. it reminds him of when they killed ghost face - when david did it, with evan there as backup. much as he hates to admit not being the one to break that freak's neck, it was on david, then and there.
the same rage. because he's stuck here, the same as the rest of them. evan knows there wasn't much future for him, whether the entity was responsible for that or not notwithstanding. but maybe that wasn't the case for david. ]
Probably for the best.
[ or maybe he's just sick of dying. wouldn't be the first time someone's gone over the edge because of that. ]
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[ it might, actually. evan's just so irritated and enraged on seeing it (not afraid, of course he's not scared of it, obviously) that he assumes it's got the mental capacity of the demogorgon, or the xenomorph, or the dredge. just because it can parrot human speech doesn't mean it understands anything it's saying.
he has to believe that, because he can't believe anything else. something like that has no right being intelligent. ]
Don't throw the goddamned flashlight next time. Almost blinded me completely doing that.
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Rather not take my chances on that one.
[ though maybe he can concede that he should've turned the flashlight off before he threw it. he won't, dismisses evan's comment with a wave of his hand because he is not accepting criticism at this time. especially not from a man who won't even let someone take a look at his wounds. ]
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he spits out a tooth into the grass regardless, and looks at the weird blackish blood on his cleaver. ]
Better not be back. Ain't losin' more traps.
[ he doubts he'll find them later, or at least not in one piece. just more work to do. he flicks some of the blood away and turns back toward the workshop, where he'd much rather be at this point. ]
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[ david thoughtlessly walks just behind evan, using the way he walks to tell him where's safe to step. if he doesn't have to think about it, why would he. ]
Its whole thing is playing on people's sympathy, or going after people who've been thinking about it. [ at least that's how it was explained to him, but some people have a flair for dramatic storytelling that can make the facts of it hard to parse. ] Doesn't exactly make you a prime target.
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Probably on its way to kill someone else.
[ he did hear a whine in the darkness, right before he saw it. but that wasn't what drew him; he just tripped over it. like most of the things here, it probably thought he was easy prey, except that it was embedded with traps by the time he saw it. ]
Either couldn't tell or didn't care where it stepped, either.
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[ probably can't feel much, if anything at all through its stolen skin. david shakes his head like he's physically shaking something off, a slight grimace in his expression. he doesn't particularly want to think about it any more than he already has. something about thinking on it comes with this feeling he could really only ever describe as an emphatic "nope." ]
Christ I hate that fuckin' thing.
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he'd bring it up, except he thinks he gets it. just looking at it makes him want to kill it. not in the 'you're trespassing on my property' way, on a visceral, bone-deep, borderline animalistic level. not that he think that far, he just knows it needs to die, maybe top priority over anything or anyone else. ]
Shit luck for you there.
[ he stops at the mine and takes another second to grasp the internal pain. fuck, but does his face hurt. ]
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Shit luck describes just about everything about this place.
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Better hope it don't hold a grudge.
[ if that's even possible. he still doesn't think it has anything beyond wanting to kill, like the other things, but there's just enough human aspect to it that he can't feel certain about that. ]
It get you?
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[ his shoulder hurts where it pulled on his arm, and he's not sure if the back of his shirt is wet with sweat or with blood after it hit him with that trap-laden arm, but david will take both of those over a wrecked eye and whatever else it did to him. ]
Those tentacles don't fuck around.
[ he rolls his shoulder as he says it, trying to relieve some of the pain now he's more actively aware of it, thanks evan. ]
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so he doesn't say anything about it. ]
Nothing does around here, except your crowd.
[ which doesn't always work out for him in the end, but most of them take pride in fucking around anyway. ]
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[ some of those other killers are pretty annoying actually!!! ]
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Almost nothin' except your crowd, then.
[ some killers might as well be survivors for how obnoxious they are. ]
Better get going before that thing comes back to finish the job.
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Lemme patch your eye so you're not leaking all over the shop first.
[ it's just really gross and he doesn't think evan has anything except old, grody bandages that he'd have to wrap half his head with to use. ]
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Not the worst thing that floor's stained with.
[ on the assumption david's not going to ask, he turns and heads back into the tunnel to the workshop. but he doesn't tell david to get lost or stop him from following him. if he really wants to follow and help, evan's not going to kick him out. ]
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[ anyway, he just follows evan in, not thinking at all about the why of this, as per usual. ]
Feel like it'd drive me nuts after a bit, just havin' blood and- juice runnin' down my face like that.
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[ if it wasn't for the pain, he probably wouldn't even notice anything on his face. his mask wasn't really designed for protection from anything, even injury, so it's not like he hasn't had blood - or worse things - on his face before. he just moves on. the entity clears up the problem after a while.
still, he lets david in again, sets down his mask and cleaver and fishes out the rolls of relatively clean but clearly used bandages he keeps in a busted crate. he doesn't expect david's about to try anything stupid, but it's not as if he can't deal with it if he does. ]
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[ david doesn't acknowledge the crate evan brings down, sets his own bag down on a table and pulls out the medkit claudette assembled for him. tailor-made for a man who turns up back at the campfire cut up and bloodied more often than not. ]
[ there's some bandage that's been cut into little squares in lieu of gauze pads, some tape, and wipes david distinctly remembers barely escaping from lery's with a box of. amongst other stuff, but that's what he needs for evan's eye. it doesn't really occur to him to question why he's doing this, why he's patching up evan's eye when he'll be fine. he'll be fine faster than david would be in his position, in fact. he should focus on his own injuries — the back right of his shirt is stuck to his back with blood, the thin skin covering hag injuries torn open by the impact of that trap — but the pain is still dull. present, but easy to ignore. ]
[ why is he using his own stuff too? evan has his own shit. david doesn't think about that either. he just rips one of the wipes open and comes back close to evan, reaches up for his chin to get him to tilt his head down. ]
Hold still a sec.
[ he wants to just wipe up enough that the tape will stick without issue, he's not here trying to clean up the whole thing; evan doesn't need it, and david's never been that guy. he prioritises getting this kind of thing done quickly over being gentle or thorough, it's more important to get people functional than anything else. ]
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but none of that explains why david would use what's in one on him. there's bandages he provided, right there. shittier, yes, but not david's, and therefore not taking away from what he might use in his next trial. what might save his stupid ass, considering how often he jumps straight into danger.
evan lets him work in silence, expression flat, refusing to show the uncertainty and, honestly, surprise going on just below the surface. he tilts his head at david's gesture, putting up with the slight pain of the wiping and bandaging, because it's not like that's worse than what he's already dealing with.
he's not sure what this means. if it means anything at all and isn't just some subconscious repayment of whenever the last time they got along for five minutes was. maybe david just really hates eye injuries.
whatever it is, he puts up with it, idly touching the patch when it's done. this won't last very long, he's sure. but it's something. ]
Didn't think you could spare this much.
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I'll be fine. [ he wipes off his hands on his jeans, clearly not thinking much of it. ] Not like I'm gonna be able to heal up much next trial anyway.
[ only 2 dead hards per trial now, what's the point of no mither anymore except to make him suffer. ]
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the comment about not healing up makes him raise an eyebrow. he knows david turns up ripped to pieces on the regular, but expecting it by now is either serious pessimism or something else. ]
Maybe if you weren't always doing stupid shit, it'd cut you a break.
[ as if, really. ]
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[ regardless, he raises an eyebrow at evan. has he ever known the entity to work like that? ]
Yeah, 'cause it's so fair and judicious in how it operates.
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Dunno. Seen some of you run out with nicer tools than you went in with 'cause you fucked me over.
[ or at least, that's his pessimistic assumption. souls and suffering are the name of the game, but that doesn't always mean it has to be theirs. ]
Dunno if this is gonna do you any favors.
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Good thing I'm not after any favours from that fucking thing then.
[ there's a heavy dose of contempt in his voice, moreso even than when he talks about the likes of ghost face. but who could be surprised? he was about to take a real, serious step forward in his life and then he got ripped out of it and broughr here to suffer and bleed and die until he's got nothing left, dealing with bullshit even the best acid on the market could never have helped him imagine. ]
[ he's angry. he's so fucking angry. can't even fight back, what the fuck. ]
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the same rage. because he's stuck here, the same as the rest of them. evan knows there wasn't much future for him, whether the entity was responsible for that or not notwithstanding. but maybe that wasn't the case for david. ]
Probably for the best.
[ or maybe he's just sick of dying. wouldn't be the first time someone's gone over the edge because of that. ]
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david: bullies your characters specifically
that's why mikaela bullies him with tarot
mikaela please the cards are so mean to him
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