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"Phillip? I brought you some buttered popcorn, freshly popped!"
@amancalledboy
“Perfect! Amanda said we can use the TV, as long as we don’t leave any popcorn behind.”
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“Hmmm… I think next time we should see what Herman has in his collection instead…”
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While inherently helpful to narrow down where the survivors where running off too, they were extremely devilish for his liking. Max grumbles at the crows, always poking fun at him with their caws and swooping. -@amancalledboy
The little rascals enjoy having their fun with other killers when out of the watchful, protective eye of Carmina. Without her to tell them 'no,' they have free reign, which means all the more entertainment for them.
The crows prance around the main tree in the rotten fields, climbing on the ropes and skittering along the wobbly branches. Bursts of cawing and rattling create audible discord. The sight of Max hardly scares them. He's no scarecrow, that's for sure. Try as he may to shoo them off his property, they're definitely inescapable nuisances.
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@amancalledboy said : “Does it still hurt?” asked Max as he pointed to Ethan's black bloody finger stumps.
at first, ethan doesn't know what max is referring to, his attention focused elsewhere. however, once he glances over at him and sees where he's pointing, he understands perfectly. for a moment, he is quiet, gaze flickering down to his hands : the right one, completely blackened, and the left one with its missing fingers, bloodied and partially black as well. the result of the lycans' attack and the mold's takeover.
slowly, he shakes his head ; it's the truth, too. it doesn't hurt, not anymore. the mold makes sure that the old injury doesn't hurt, and the entity makes sure that the mold doesn't spread. quite the arrangement, actually. if it wasn't so fucking traumatic, it would be almost ideal.
“ nah, i don't even feel it anymore. ” a shrug, followed by, “ it hurt like a bitch when i lost them, though. contrary to what you might think, it wasn't the mold that took these. it was a monster in the village called a lycan ; it bit them when i was trying to fight it off. ” ethan pauses. how does he best explain exactly what a lycan is to max? “ they're kind of like ... kinda like werewolves. y'know, like in horror movies and shit. ”
what am i? @amancalledboy
send me “ what am i?” and my muse will describe yours in 3 words. @amancalledboy
Evan isn’t the type to play nice with others, so it almost frustrates him that the first three things to come to mind aren’t outright insults. Honestly, he grunts, “Unlucky. Resilient. Friend.” He only has limited knowledge of how things must’ve been for the Hillbilly before the fog, but he can’t imagine the boy’s upbringing being much better than his own. But they’ve both survived it. They’ve both become so much more than they could’ve been otherwise.
Still, to make sure he doesn’t seem TOO friendly or sappy, the Trapper smacks Max’s shoulder with the back of his hand.
Whenever Max left his huge comfort zone of the fields of Coldwind, he always seen with either his trusty sledgehammer or chainsaw; Incase there was someone who wanted to be fresh with him or he stumbled upon one of the more violent killers loitering around.
Like now.
'cept, this one ... looked more like a survivor, albeit ugly as fuck with those Entity like protusions sticking out like whiskers on a cat.
"Fucks wrong whicha?"
He exclaimed to a fucked up Fancy.
@amancalledboy
"Biscuits!" Fancy.... cursed? Nearly jumping out of his shoes from the hillbillie's yelling. Even with Fancy as a killer now there was still some residual fear held towards the other man.
Who knew the Billy had such a mouth on him "Wuh... What do you mean?" Fancy was still unfamiliar with a lot of the killers, he had no idea if he should be on the defensive or not. He decided he would just to be safe. The big guy did have a very painful chainsaw after all. @amancalledboy
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Kazan once in a while visits Coldwind to hear the cicadas, he does do without Max's consideration since he knows that the disfigured man is terrified of him.
A big ol' tender hug for Evan! - @amancalledboy
The Trapper lets out a deep sigh, but doesn't shove the other killer away. He was used to the Hillbilly; there were both stuck in the Fog for so long. "Y'done, boy?" He lifted a heavy hand and gave him a pat on the back.
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Max can be sneaky when he wants to, which is why he's watching that big guy in that weird building that housed dirty pigs.
He does not need to see him in order to know he is there. His very soul told him exactly where he is. The fallen king ignores him though like one would ignore a speck among a dirty surface. No, he had far more important matters to attend to.
He needs to find the being responsible for trapping him on these peasant lands and strangle them for their transgression. He has heard of this Entity of this Fog from the few soldiers he has remaining, he does not fear it despite its abilities, he would make it rue the day it decided to view him as a plaything....
