[ 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. ]
[ david swallows, pushes the anger back down so it doesn't have a chance to boil over. it's not gone, it's never gone, but it's somewhere manageable for now. up on a shelf where he can look away and pretend he's not as pissed off and miserable as he fucking is. ]
No point anyway, shit's gonna end up the same whether or not I start every other trial in a state or not.
[ but he tries not to think about that too much. tries not to think about the bone deep existential despair that comes when he remembers the void, when those fucking ghosts slip out and what that does to him. ]
[ a little funny though, to be the guy who seeks out creature comforts between trials when certain people would tell him there's no point to that either. ]
[ from evan's perspective, surviving trials helps with what he's always seen as a constant degradation of the everything. then again, he's never been on their side of things. survival might not always be ideal. ]
Guess I shouldn't argue. Makes my life easier.
[ is that honesty or some subtle attempt to get david angry enough to forcibly survive? as if he isn't already doing that every time, but, well. evan's not exactly a manipulator.
he pushes away from the table, not putting the mask back on just yet. even if it would hold the bandage on better, he needs peripheral vision if he's down a whole ass eye. ]
[ when evan pushes away from the table, david takes up a spot by where he was, watching evan for hints of any other injuries. as if there's anything he could do about it. he knows evan's mouth is some kind of hurt — spitting out a tooth kinda gives something away there — but there's not reallymuch anyone could do about that one. ]
[ he reaches up without thinking while his eyes are on evan's jaw, when he tracks the line of it to that spot under his ear where one of the marks he left is faded and gone. gently traces his fingertips over that spot with a small frown. ]
[ and then evan speaks and davis snorts in response. ]
Guess you need all the help you can get, ey?
[ what other response could evan have possibly expected? ]
[ the touch almost makes him jerk away, seeing the hand come up near his jaw, but he manages to stay still. david ends up reaching for somewhere else, anyway. the touch doesn't hurt. he remembers, after a few seconds, that david left a mark there. one that isn't there now, because trials don't (usually) keep injuries, even ones that aren't a problem.
not unless the entity wants it.
the return makes him scowl and move away, back to another workbench where he was busy before getting dragged off to kill and then having to deal with that thing. he really should have expected that. ]
Not gonna go out of my way to help any of you fuck me over, am I?
[ there's less irritation there than he probably feels - slightly more ... not good humored, but closer to it than he normally gets. ]
[ david struggles to find a way to lean against the workbench that doesn't hurt. ends up pulling himself up to sit with a grunt of pain at the weight he's putting on his injured shoulder. he should leave, some part of him knows this, but he doesn't feel any particular drive to go just yet. ]
You always make it sound so personal.
[ to be fair, he supposes, evan is among the killers many of them have known the longest. some people might go out of their way to fuck him over just because it's him, but mostly they're just trying not to die. it doesn't matter who it is throwing them up on hooks. ]
[ maybe evan's ego would never let him consider it that way though. ]
[ is it ever not? the whole point in a trial is for them to survive, which fucks him over. or whoever's killing. sometimes they fuck each other over, it's true, but that's usually on accident, or earned. the whole point is to make him suffer. make him be the one it draws its meal from.
it's always personal. not always in the other direction, he thinks, because he just holds a general grudge against most of the survivors, with a few bright shitheads standing out. but they want to live, which means he has to suffer.
he fails to realize how it probably looks to them. hypocrisy being his second nature and all. ]
Try and tell me you don't like seein' me standing there while you run like hell out the gates.
[ well. david pauses for a second, give that an extra second of thought. ]
Most of the time.
[ sometimes he's in a real 'fuck trapper specifically' mood about it, david won't lie. depends on a lot of things though, there's a lot of moving parts to how frustrating a trial is. if they come to in a realm where trapper already has the upper hand, or he manages to lock down a good area quick, david's about ten times more likely to go out of his way to make his trial extra miserable. ]
[ it's not even the worst he could be. david's been known to follow ghost face around so he can't use his shroud, or just spend a whole trial deactivating singularity's biopods. ]
Could say the same to you anyway. I know you have to enjoy dragging one of us away from the gates, or getting to kill us right by the fuckin' hatch.
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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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No point anyway, shit's gonna end up the same whether or not I start every other trial in a state or not.
[ but he tries not to think about that too much. tries not to think about the bone deep existential despair that comes when he remembers the void, when those fucking ghosts slip out and what that does to him. ]
[ a little funny though, to be the guy who seeks out creature comforts between trials when certain people would tell him there's no point to that either. ]
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[ from evan's perspective, surviving trials helps with what he's always seen as a constant degradation of the everything. then again, he's never been on their side of things. survival might not always be ideal. ]
Guess I shouldn't argue. Makes my life easier.
[ is that honesty or some subtle attempt to get david angry enough to forcibly survive? as if he isn't already doing that every time, but, well. evan's not exactly a manipulator.
he pushes away from the table, not putting the mask back on just yet. even if it would hold the bandage on better, he needs peripheral vision if he's down a whole ass eye. ]
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he knows evan's mouth is some kind of hurt — spitting out a tooth kinda gives something away there — but there's not reallymuch anyone could do about that one. ]
[ he reaches up without thinking while his eyes are on evan's jaw, when he tracks the line of it to that spot under his ear where one of the marks he left is faded and gone. gently traces his fingertips over that spot with a small frown. ]
[ and then evan speaks and davis snorts in response. ]
Guess you need all the help you can get, ey?
[ what other response could evan have possibly expected? ]
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not unless the entity wants it.
the return makes him scowl and move away, back to another workbench where he was busy before getting dragged off to kill and then having to deal with that thing. he really should have expected that. ]
Not gonna go out of my way to help any of you fuck me over, am I?
[ there's less irritation there than he probably feels - slightly more ... not good humored, but closer to it than he normally gets. ]
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You always make it sound so personal.
[ to be fair, he supposes, evan is among the killers many of them have known the longest. some people might go out of their way to fuck him over just because it's him, but mostly they're just trying not to die. it doesn't matter who it is throwing them up on hooks. ]
[ maybe evan's ego would never let him consider it that way though. ]
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[ is it ever not? the whole point in a trial is for them to survive, which fucks him over. or whoever's killing. sometimes they fuck each other over, it's true, but that's usually on accident, or earned. the whole point is to make him suffer. make him be the one it draws its meal from.
it's always personal. not always in the other direction, he thinks, because he just holds a general grudge against most of the survivors, with a few bright shitheads standing out. but they want to live, which means he has to suffer.
he fails to realize how it probably looks to them. hypocrisy being his second nature and all. ]
Try and tell me you don't like seein' me standing there while you run like hell out the gates.
david: bullies your characters specifically
[ well. david pauses for a second, give that an extra second of thought. ]
Most of the time.
[ sometimes he's in a real 'fuck trapper specifically' mood about it, david won't lie. depends on a lot of things though, there's a lot of moving parts to how frustrating a trial is. if they come to in a realm where trapper already has the upper hand, or he manages to lock down a good area quick, david's about ten times more likely to go out of his way to make his trial extra miserable. ]
[ it's not even the worst he could be. david's been known to follow ghost face around so he can't use his shroud, or just spend a whole trial deactivating singularity's biopods. ]
Could say the same to you anyway. I know you have to enjoy dragging one of us away from the gates, or getting to kill us right by the fuckin' hatch.
that's why mikaela bullies him with tarot
mikaela please the cards are so mean to him
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