[ 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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[ 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. ]