[ 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. ]
[ it's amazing he's asking her at all. actually, it's even more of a wonder that he's bothered to entertain her her questions and engage in a civil conversation with her to begin with. is this â¨character development⨠or has the trapper gone soft?
she'd like to test her theory on the latter and feigns contemplation for all of ten, twenty seconds before cocking her head to the side: ]
Why does it matter I want?
[ yui gives him a once-over and crosses her arms, her wrench tucked into the crook of her elbow. haha she's not on guard or anything!!!! ]
You can call it off whenever you want and I'll just go back to taking parts from your traps. [ even if she steps in them first... ]
[ he doesn't move, just watches her carefully. waiting for that wrench to be a problem - or try, anyway. ]
If there's a way to stop you fucking with them, I'll take it.
[ he's been sick of that for ages, but the simple fact is that killing them over and over again hasn't changed anything. they just get worse. so if there's another way to handle it ... ]
But I don't have to keep takin' shit from you while I let you be.
[ not ... that he has a real solution to that, either. walking away is soft. killing her voids the deal, and won't change anything. should he just shove her in the trunk of the car? it's an option. ]
Thought you wanted to try and get that running, anyway.
[ the wrench comes up, except it doesn't fly out of her hand like he might expect it to(?). she just points it in his direction. ]
You started it. I was just answering your question.
[ her tone tiptoes the line between accusatory and teasing, especially now that she's no longer waving her potential weapon around, although she doesn't let go of it either. ]
Anyway, I think you know just as well as I do that no matter how good I fix her up, she's not going to run without any fuel, unless you have some of that just lying around.
[ but god, does it feel good to touch and tinker with something that isn't a generator, or even his stupid traps for that matter. ]
Like I said, I just wanted something to keep my hands busy with. [ she points at the one that she did step in earlier with a nod. ] But if you don't want me on your property, Macmillan, and if you wanna keep it that way... Do you have any booze?
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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. ]
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she'd like to test her theory on the latter and feigns contemplation for all of ten, twenty seconds before cocking her head to the side: ]
Why does it matter I want?
[ yui gives him a once-over and crosses her arms, her wrench tucked into the crook of her elbow. haha she's not on guard or anything!!!! ]
You can call it off whenever you want and I'll just go back to taking parts from your traps. [ even if she steps in them first... ]
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If there's a way to stop you fucking with them, I'll take it.
[ he's been sick of that for ages, but the simple fact is that killing them over and over again hasn't changed anything. they just get worse. so if there's another way to handle it ... ]
But I don't have to keep takin' shit from you while I let you be.
[ not ... that he has a real solution to that, either. walking away is soft. killing her voids the deal, and won't change anything. should he just shove her in the trunk of the car? it's an option. ]
Thought you wanted to try and get that running, anyway.
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You started it. I was just answering your question.
[ her tone tiptoes the line between accusatory and teasing, especially now that she's no longer waving her potential weapon around, although she doesn't let go of it either. ]
Anyway, I think you know just as well as I do that no matter how good I fix her up, she's not going to run without any fuel, unless you have some of that just lying around.
[ but god, does it feel good to touch and tinker with something that isn't a generator, or even his stupid traps for that matter. ]
Like I said, I just wanted something to keep my hands busy with. [ she points at the one that she did step in earlier with a nod. ] But if you don't want me on your property, Macmillan, and if you wanna keep it that way... Do you have any booze?