Pretty sure these are from the 70s. What about motorcycles? Have you ever seen those before?
[ yui would've been more than fine working in complete silence, and she has no doubt he'd be the same way, judging by how all he does during trials is breathe, grunt and groan. but conversation with him so far has been rather –
pleasant, much to her dismay. he could tell her to shut her trap and get off his property at any point. instead he's actually entertaining her questions and satiating her curiosity.
she wonders if the war happened before he was taken by the entity, although she doesn't want to push her luck. she continues to pry dusty, rusted parts out of the car's engine and setting it aside. ]
So I'm probably a hundred years ahead from you, give or take.
[ a pause and then... fuck it. she'll push her luck. ]
[ but never seen one. slightly too early for that, although sometimes his memories suggest he's seen one anyway. maybe even ridden one.
but he's not going to humor her that far. there's being tolerant of survivors and then there's inviting disaster. he's starting to figure out where the fine line between those two things is. some people don't make his outside-trials life a living hell anymore when that used to be their sole goal, so he's probably better at it than some others.
but her question makes him pause in his work. the answer to that - the real answer - is a confusing, terrifying mess, gnawing at something in the pits of what's left of his soul.
fortunately, he's gotten very good at ignoring that kind of thing. ]
[ she likes cars, but she loves bikes. she misses the adrenaline rush, the risk. she guesses that's why everyone thinks she has a death wish. (and they're not wrong.)
death doesn't scare her anymore than it used to before all of— this. ]
Yeah?
[ honestly, she expected as much. they can't do what they do here anywhere else. for what is considered to be hell by yui and her cohorts, it must be heaven for these guys. of course this is home to them. ]
You like sharing your home with little miss Skull Merchant?
[ his relationship with this place is complex, these days, but fortunately for them both - more fortunately for him than her, really - yui opts to go for a subject he will talk about than one that'll just piss him off.
this one pisses him off too, obviously, but in a more immediate, targeted way instead of potentially soul-cracking kill-everyone-around him way. ]
If I ever get the chance to kill her for good, I'll do it.
[ it's said as a growl, and he slams the mortar trowel back in the bucket with way more force than necessary. ]
Sets up on my fuckin' land. Can't even spend her time somewhere else. Just fucks with me.
[ it's more offensive coming from another killer. ]
Even she fucks with you? I wouldn't care, usually, but my condolences.
[ for a second, it almost sounded like he was talking about her — she almost laughs.
yui had inquired about imai's presence on his land on a whim, like the words came out of her mouth faster than her brain could process what she wanted to ask.
but when he actually, genuinely answers her, she jams her wrench between motors and side-steps to get a better view of... him. how fascinating, that she was able to draw this reaction out of him and that it wasn't directed towards her? ]
Sounds like you tried to kill her once [ or many times??? tf does she know ] before, if you're saying it like that.
[ over the time he's been here, survivors have become more of a pain in the ass and an inconvenience than a true problem. although a lot of them have tried to keep that reputation. yui's no exception. but in the end, all they can do is cause minor problems. little frustrations he's started to be able to compartmentalize.
they didn't build houses on his fucking land. they don't take pictures of him, either, like certain other killers that see the wrong end of his cleaver on the regular. ]
Every time I can.
[ it's why she keeps away these days. he storms over to another part of the wall, already regretting answering questions but too far into it to take it back now. ]
Hot, [ said in the most deadpan way possible. she dives back under the hood to detach the motors; she already knows this thing isn't going anywhere, she knew this before leaving the fire but at least she can clean it up.
she wonders if the entity will just return it to its original, corroded state, turning any progress to moot. this should annoy her, but tinkering with something other than generators makes her giddy. gives her a sense of normalcy despite the absolutely fucking weird arrangement she's made with him. ]
I'd like to think I would be if the Entity allowed us to slam more than just a pallet on your faces.
[ though she can't speak for the rest of her fellow survivors. ]
[ it's an interesting idea. in trials, survivors are already a pain in the ass. pallets. debris to the back. these days, fucking grenades, even if they're just light and not shrapnel.
evan makes a disgruntled noise and drags the bucket closer. ]
Sure. Real lucky.
[ he knows they harass everyone - when unwarranted death and torture are constant and unstoppable, why not do something worth warranting it? - but it always feels like they target him in particular. that's part ego and part his longstanding presence, though. ]
[ maybe one day the entity will pull the biggest april fools' prank and do a little switcheroo. maybe it'll be four armed survivors chasing down one unarmed, vulnerable killer.
highly unlikely, though. ]
She doesn't have anything I want, except for booze. Have you seen her wine collection? Her bed?
[ she wolf-whistles and shoots him a shit-eating grin. she doesn't have to tell him that imai is really good at keeping her mouth shut, doesn't take yui's bait even when she's insulting her. just shuts her right up with a kill so swift that it's just so... boring. ]
But no. She's not nearly as fun to piss off as you.
[ he knows she's got a lot - at least, from a minimalist perspective. the wine cabinet is about her only positive feature to him. more than a few survivors have made trades with him stealing from her collection. not that he's a wine guy. it's just that anything alcoholic is generally a good trade.
but it annoys him - infuriates him, actually - that he's "more fun" to piss off. he turns to look at yui, the glare mostly hidden behind the mask. ]
How long you want this deal to go on?
[ he's already thinking about setting more traps around the cars, just for her. and that should be a bad thing. not about the traps, but that he's devolving to that level of petty payback. he should just kill her, like he used to. trespassers weren't allowed. one wrong move and they were lucky to die fast.
things have changed, and he knows that. it just irritates him that he's the one who's changed with it. ]
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[ yui would've been more than fine working in complete silence, and she has no doubt he'd be the same way, judging by how all he does during trials is breathe, grunt and groan. but conversation with him so far has been rather –
pleasant, much to her dismay. he could tell her to shut her trap and get off his property at any point. instead he's actually entertaining her questions and satiating her curiosity.
she wonders if the war happened before he was taken by the entity, although she doesn't want to push her luck. she continues to pry dusty, rusted parts out of the car's engine and setting it aside. ]
So I'm probably a hundred years ahead from you, give or take.
[ a pause and then... fuck it. she'll push her luck. ]
You miss home?
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[ but never seen one. slightly too early for that, although sometimes his memories suggest he's seen one anyway. maybe even ridden one.
but he's not going to humor her that far. there's being tolerant of survivors and then there's inviting disaster. he's starting to figure out where the fine line between those two things is. some people don't make his outside-trials life a living hell anymore when that used to be their sole goal, so he's probably better at it than some others.
but her question makes him pause in his work. the answer to that - the real answer - is a confusing, terrifying mess, gnawing at something in the pits of what's left of his soul.
fortunately, he's gotten very good at ignoring that kind of thing. ]
This is home.
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[ she likes cars, but she loves bikes. she misses the adrenaline rush, the risk. she guesses that's why everyone thinks she has a death wish. (and they're not wrong.)
death doesn't scare her anymore than it used to before all of— this. ]
Yeah?
[ honestly, she expected as much. they can't do what they do here anywhere else. for what is considered to be hell by yui and her cohorts, it must be heaven for these guys. of course this is home to them. ]
You like sharing your home with little miss Skull Merchant?
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this one pisses him off too, obviously, but in a more immediate, targeted way instead of potentially soul-cracking kill-everyone-around him way. ]
If I ever get the chance to kill her for good, I'll do it.
[ it's said as a growl, and he slams the mortar trowel back in the bucket with way more force than necessary. ]
Sets up on my fuckin' land. Can't even spend her time somewhere else. Just fucks with me.
[ it's more offensive coming from another killer. ]
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[ for a second, it almost sounded like he was talking about her — she almost laughs.
yui had inquired about imai's presence on his land on a whim, like the words came out of her mouth faster than her brain could process what she wanted to ask.
but when he actually, genuinely answers her, she jams her wrench between motors and side-steps to get a better view of... him. how fascinating, that she was able to draw this reaction out of him and that it wasn't directed towards her? ]
Sounds like you tried to kill her once [ or many times??? tf does she know ] before, if you're saying it like that.
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they didn't build houses on his fucking land. they don't take pictures of him, either, like certain other killers that see the wrong end of his cleaver on the regular. ]
Every time I can.
[ it's why she keeps away these days. he storms over to another part of the wall, already regretting answering questions but too far into it to take it back now. ]
You ain't the only problems around here.
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she wonders if the entity will just return it to its original, corroded state, turning any progress to moot. this should annoy her, but tinkering with something other than generators makes her giddy. gives her a sense of normalcy despite the absolutely fucking weird arrangement she's made with him. ]
I'd like to think I would be if the Entity allowed us to slam more than just a pallet on your faces.
[ though she can't speak for the rest of her fellow survivors. ]
So, lucky you.
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evan makes a disgruntled noise and drags the bucket closer. ]
Sure. Real lucky.
[ he knows they harass everyone - when unwarranted death and torture are constant and unstoppable, why not do something worth warranting it? - but it always feels like they target him in particular. that's part ego and part his longstanding presence, though. ]
Couldn't waste your time pissing her off instead.
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highly unlikely, though. ]
She doesn't have anything I want, except for booze. Have you seen her wine collection? Her bed?
[ she wolf-whistles and shoots him a shit-eating grin. she doesn't have to tell him that imai is really good at keeping her mouth shut, doesn't take yui's bait even when she's insulting her. just shuts her right up with a kill so swift that it's just so... boring. ]
But no. She's not nearly as fun to piss off as you.
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but it annoys him - infuriates him, actually - that he's "more fun" to piss off. he turns to look at yui, the glare mostly hidden behind the mask. ]
How long you want this deal to go on?
[ he's already thinking about setting more traps around the cars, just for her. and that should be a bad thing. not about the traps, but that he's devolving to that level of petty payback. he should just kill her, like he used to. trespassers weren't allowed. one wrong move and they were lucky to die fast.
things have changed, and he knows that. it just irritates him that he's the one who's changed with it. ]