#askfelixrichter

[askfelixrichter]

Come say 'hi' to Felix!

"Can't be any worse than this hell hole." (He's just a little tired from the last trial. I promise he doesn't bite!)

[ask-the-scrapper]

"A nutcracker?" Felix raised a brow before nudging the little wooden David with his shoe.

"'Ey! Get your foot away from me!" David smacked the thing touching him and stumbled back to get away from the other man's shoe.

[ask-the-scrapper]

Felix was still trying to figure things out, but he seemed to stumble across another survivor's campfire. He put up his guard immediately upon looking this guy over.

"I've never seen you before, who are you?" He asked rather bluntly, and with a demanding tone to boot.

David was minding his business like usual.. When he heard a voice he immediately stood up from the log he'd been sitting on and took on a defensive stance until he realized it was just a Felix. A new Felix..? Damn it..

He glared. "The 'ell you comin' up to me like that for? I'm not tellin' you shite, Felix." If the guy didn't know who he was, he was fine with that. He re-rolled his sleeves back up his arms and stayed pretty defensive. Couldn't he just throw the guy out..? Maybe.. He wouldn't just waltz back in right?

[askfelixrichter]

I have a secret gossip about you. Girls survivor likes you but is afraid to say it, what do you think about it?

What do I think?... I suppose I don't have strong feelings one way or the other, but you've managed to peak my interest.

If she wants to approach me on the matter, she can do so in her own time. I'm not interested in starting a new relationship, but if it would make her feel more at ease to get those feelings out, then she is more than welcome to.

Now... Can I ask who is writing?

[deadeyesrealm]

Felix was still very much trying to find a way, any way, to get out of this place, and he had already done a lot of roaming around his own campfire area. Today was no different, but while he was wandering around the darkness and the trees that surrounded him, he came to a halt when he thought he saw something off in the distance. It looked like a person? Wearing a hat? Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him... "Hello?" He hesitantly called out after a moment of thought. There couldn't possibly be another person just roaming about the woods in his area, could there?

Wandering was something that Deadeyes did rather frequently, nowadays. Now that they were back in the realms of others’ creations and machinations, they preferred to find themselves of the outskirts of where their prospects called home. Hidden within the trees, close enough to wait and watch and listen, but far enough that all but the more curious of their number might come across them.

It was so happen that one of those equally-wandering little things found them. The prospect approached without an attempt for silence, the woodland debris underfoot betraying them before their speech did, and the figured in the woods, dressed in warm browns and tans, turned their head and tilted it, movements exaggerated by the wide-brimmed hat on their head.

“Hello,” Deadeyes responded evenly to the hesitant greeting. Their voice was muffled, just slightly, by the bandanna that covered the bottom half of their face. Their voice was light, but coarse, airy. “What brings one like you out this far?”