Philip Quentin and Ms. Lisa

While not telling it explicitly – but just because nobody asks, because otherwise he’s the sort of person capable of talking about how great someone is for hours – Philip nourishes a deep affection and respect for Lisa; she’s easily one of his best friends, and he really appreciates spending time with her. Seemingly always in a good mood and prone to laughter, visiting the hag never fails to put a smile on his face, even in the gloomiest of days. Sure, the cannibalism part was… offputting at first, but one gets used to it. 

[ Dead By Daylight ] Ace / Wraith

The bulky killer watched the other rush off to find a utensil, then come back and begin writing in the dirt. As he clutched at his throat, Evan quickly understood that the Entity had taken Philip’s voice. He sighed and leaned forward slightly, reading the word over and over again. It was Evan’s first time seeing someone who wasn’t one of his victims, seeing someone write something, in a long time. “Philip.” His gaze flitted up to the other, and for a long while, he just watched him.

Then, he realized that he was being asked a question. His… name. What… What was his name again? A panic settled in Evan’s gut as he realized just how much of himself he’d lost here. What had he been before this? Right, his father… Archie had been his name. “… Evan. Evan Macmillan.” A shaky breath drew itself from his form. “So, you’re new here? Have you been in a trial yet?”

He made an attempt to smile, bringing his hand out to shake Evans’ with a nod. When asked about trials Philip took a hesitant breath and nodded. Then covered his face. Dragging his hands down, not that he could move his now-stiff face much. The gesture still made sense though. It still brought exhaustion and displeasure to mind. He took a deep breath and let out a garbled sigh. 

Looking up to a now lit fire in the distance. He gave a look of panic at it but in the moment he didn’t want any more pain, jumping straight to his feet he huffed, cloaked and went into the trial. The trial was nothing close to easy. He scared the survivors at first, but they quickly decided to assault him with their lights. As well as run him around pallets. He was good at finding people, but not chasing them down.

Evan had just gotten back from a trial; he looked ragged and tired, irritable and hurt. For a long time, he’d been the only one at the campfire, so when he saw a new being stand up and turn to face him with a nigh defensive posture, the trapper had to give himself pause for a moment. He stood completely still, cleaver clutched tightly at his side, even in spite of the horrid throbbing around the newest hook in his right shoulder.

When he saw that this new killer looked more ready to run and hide than to fight him, Evan allowed himself to relax, and not much for conversation after being alone for so long, push past the other to find somewhere far away from the fire to rest. About the only greeting he gave was a rough grunt, and then he went to sit against a tree.

Phil let out a whine of fear as the other pushed past, tensing up as his mostly burnt skin was rubbed against. The grunt met his ears and he paused. Did he not mean any harm? Now Phil was curious. What a dangerous thing to be.

The ghost let himself vanish as he lingered around. He didn’t know his now garbled breathing was quite well heard as he kept his distance. He was far too shy to reveal himself unless pointed out. 

Evan had just gotten back from a trial; he looked ragged and tired, irritable and hurt. For a long time, he’d been the only one at the campfire, so when he saw a new being stand up and turn to face him with a nigh defensive posture, the trapper had to give himself pause for a moment. He stood completely still, cleaver clutched tightly at his side, even in spite of the horrid throbbing around the newest hook in his right shoulder.

When he saw that this new killer looked more ready to run and hide than to fight him, Evan allowed himself to relax, and not much for conversation after being alone for so long, push past the other to find somewhere far away from the fire to rest. About the only greeting he gave was a rough grunt, and then he went to sit against a tree.

Phil let out a whine of fear as the other pushed past, tensing up as his mostly burnt skin was rubbed against. The grunt met his ears and he paused. Did he not mean any harm? Now Phil was curious. What a dangerous thing to be.

The ghost let himself vanish as he lingered around. He didn’t know his now garbled breathing was quite well heard as he kept his distance. He was far too shy to reveal himself unless pointed out.