[ david can follow that one to its logical conclusion. entity's gotta get its pound of flesh from somewhere, killers have gotta feed it somehow. it's the kind of thing that everyone knows once they've been here a while, (some killers are pretty forthcoming about it,) but it never occurred to david that it'd take its toll. ]
[ he's curious, it's obvious in the look he gives, it's not like he knows what it's like — he's fucking dead when it takes what it wants from him — but he doesn't think he wants to stoke evan's temper like that right now. ]
Can't picture it. [ he shakes his head, turns to pick up his jacket off the bench he threw it on. ] You sleeping. D'you get all cosied up? Fluffy blanket and a pair of PJs?
[ maybe he's fine with stoking evan's temper a little. ]
[ the followup isn't mockery and therefore not exactly what he expected, but it still makes him grimace. if it wasn't for the residual satisfaction clinging to him, he might have run david out for that. ]
Come around often enough and you might find out.
[ there's a few other rooms off the workshop, ones that really shouldn't be there but the entity saw fit to drop in for him ages ago, that survivors generally don't know about. there's nothing in them to steal, so no reason to try and break in, but if he needs to sleep, that's where he goes.
evan hangs up the cleaver in its place by the door and opens the front of the furnace to stoke the coals. the rush of heat and light casts a fresh illumination in the room, and sends a little cloud of smoke and coal sparks up. most of them die in the air; a few land on him, and make no difference to the burns on him whatsoever. ]
[ david snorts, still picturing evan in a set of comfy pyjamas — little sleep mask and all — and slips into his jacket. ]
Maybe I will.
[ this is so stupid. he zips up his jacket, all the way so it covers his neck, and tucks his chin under the collar for good measure like he would somewhere cold. watches evan at the furnace, the way the sparks die on his skin and he doesn't even flinch. ]
[ it being a mystery seems ridiculous, but some survivors are fascinated by the idea of the killers doing 'normal' things. anything to rationalize that this isn't just another form of hell, maybe.
he can just about see david pulling the jacket on and zipping it up high enough to hide the bites, and smirks a little again. it's not an insult to him. he knows most of them don't want the others knowing exactly what they get up to out here. them having to hide it is another little point of pride he probably shouldn't be taking, but he does. even the complaints are something to get smug about, although as yet david hasn't complained.
considering how much he seems to like getting bitten, he's probably never going to, evan considers. ]
You're gonna be disappointed.
[ he shuts the grate on the furnace and pulls a twisted, broken trap out of a crate nearby. when they get mangled like this, he just melts them down and remakes them. he's not in the mood to go hunt down trespassers right now. a little too satisfied to bother with it. ]
[ david shrugs a shoulder. it's not a big deal, not really — so some guy sleeps, big whoop — but there's just something fascinating about it. like the time someone told him moose get hunted by killer whales and david couldn't shake the idea it was wrong somehow until he saw a picture of them swimming. ]
[ someone explaining how fucking massive moose are helped too. normal animals aren't gonna deal with that, are they? ]
[ plus there's the gentle implication of getting to sleep in a bed, and christ david can't even remember what that's like. sleeping bag if he's lucky. usually just finds a soft patch of dirt under a tree like a fucking animal. though when ripley's in a trial, sometimes her cat'll sleep on him and that's nice actually. ]
Be seein' you.
[ he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. time to start the fucking arduous task of getting out of this fucking place. ]
[ evan grunts, an acknowledgement that david's be seeing you could mean almost anything: in the next trial, in the next fistfight that leads to a brutal death, or in the next moment they decide they need a distraction. maybe all three.
he works at the forge until he hears david's footsteps disappear into the mine, and until the sixth sense that tells him when his traps are being tampered with stops its rigid focus on every movement out in the darkness. he waits, in fact, until he's dead certain he's alone, and only then does he roll his shoulders in exhaustion, lean back against one of the center workbenches and wonder, not for the first time, if fucking survivors is going to backfire on him.
well. doesn't matter right now. david's already put an end to him once. might be enough to satisfy the bloodlust. if anything, it's the ones who keep the rage pent up that are going to end up being the problem, he's pretty sure.
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[ he's curious, it's obvious in the look he gives, it's not like he knows what it's like — he's fucking dead when it takes what it wants from him — but he doesn't think he wants to stoke evan's temper like that right now. ]
Can't picture it. [ he shakes his head, turns to pick up his jacket off the bench he threw it on. ] You sleeping. D'you get all cosied up? Fluffy blanket and a pair of PJs?
[ maybe he's fine with stoking evan's temper a little. ]
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Come around often enough and you might find out.
[ there's a few other rooms off the workshop, ones that really shouldn't be there but the entity saw fit to drop in for him ages ago, that survivors generally don't know about. there's nothing in them to steal, so no reason to try and break in, but if he needs to sleep, that's where he goes.
evan hangs up the cleaver in its place by the door and opens the front of the furnace to stoke the coals. the rush of heat and light casts a fresh illumination in the room, and sends a little cloud of smoke and coal sparks up. most of them die in the air; a few land on him, and make no difference to the burns on him whatsoever. ]
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Maybe I will.
[ this is so stupid. he zips up his jacket, all the way so it covers his neck, and tucks his chin under the collar for good measure like he would somewhere cold. watches evan at the furnace, the way the sparks die on his skin and he doesn't even flinch. ]
Solve the mystery and all.
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he can just about see david pulling the jacket on and zipping it up high enough to hide the bites, and smirks a little again. it's not an insult to him. he knows most of them don't want the others knowing exactly what they get up to out here. them having to hide it is another little point of pride he probably shouldn't be taking, but he does. even the complaints are something to get smug about, although as yet david hasn't complained.
considering how much he seems to like getting bitten, he's probably never going to, evan considers. ]
You're gonna be disappointed.
[ he shuts the grate on the furnace and pulls a twisted, broken trap out of a crate nearby. when they get mangled like this, he just melts them down and remakes them. he's not in the mood to go hunt down trespassers right now. a little too satisfied to bother with it. ]
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[ david shrugs a shoulder. it's not a big deal, not really — so some guy sleeps, big whoop — but there's just something fascinating about it. like the time someone told him moose get hunted by killer whales and david couldn't shake the idea it was wrong somehow until he saw a picture of them swimming. ]
[ someone explaining how fucking massive moose are helped too. normal animals aren't gonna deal with that, are they? ]
[ plus there's the gentle implication of getting to sleep in a bed, and christ david can't even remember what that's like. sleeping bag if he's lucky. usually just finds a soft patch of dirt under a tree like a fucking animal. though when ripley's in a trial, sometimes her cat'll sleep on him and that's nice actually. ]
Be seein' you.
[ he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. time to start the fucking arduous task of getting out of this fucking place. ]
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he works at the forge until he hears david's footsteps disappear into the mine, and until the sixth sense that tells him when his traps are being tampered with stops its rigid focus on every movement out in the darkness. he waits, in fact, until he's dead certain he's alone, and only then does he roll his shoulders in exhaustion, lean back against one of the center workbenches and wonder, not for the first time, if fucking survivors is going to backfire on him.
well. doesn't matter right now. david's already put an end to him once. might be enough to satisfy the bloodlust. if anything, it's the ones who keep the rage pent up that are going to end up being the problem, he's pretty sure.
after a while, he gets back to his work. ]