#dbd-ghostface-roman

[frank-a-mori-son]

"Saayyy Frankie, how about being a pal and sharing that doughnut~?" @askthe-devilface

"I'd rather burn than let any of you Ghostfucks near me"

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[survji-woon]

Roman leans up against a generator that Ji-Woon happens to be doing. Having stealthed up behind the survivor. "Heya handsome, I know you like being the center of attention, but this is my trial." He sounds incredulous. Clearly he doesn't realize that this Ji-Woon is a survivor yet.

"Why are you doing a gen anyways? Seems kind of beneath you." @dbd-ghostface-roman

"The last people who tried to steal my spotlight... Well, it didn't end well for them. However! If you ask nicely, I'd be willing to share with you."

"As for the generator.. Have you tried? I was seeing if these were as hard as the.. survivors made them out to be. It's quite difficult."

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[adeptfrank]

"Hmmm... I think he looks even better with his hair all shaved off." Roman pops in to harrass Frank. @dbd-ghostface-roman

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[drowsy-dreamwalker]

As Quentin is in a new trial working on a gen he feels this strange urge to look up. Draped over the top of the gen from the other side hanging over it like a boneless cat is Roman. He's waving jauntily with his knife. "Heya pretty boy... are you having a good day? " he sounds half threatning half not. @dbd-ghostface-roman

The sudden voice made the dreamwalker look up in shock. Oh, a Ghostface- wait pretty boy? "Uhm- I mean as good as it can be in here ya know?" A nervous laugh was let out as the brunette looked around. Heeeeee.. did not see anyone else..... That's not a good sign. Admittedly he may have been dosing off. His attention was returned back to the masked man in front. "Soooo...Is anyone else still alive? Or is it just us left?" [ @dbd-ghostface-roman ]

[jakebark]

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The name ‘Roman’ wasn’t familiar to Jake at all, and his only real greeting to the definitely-a-killer was a suspicious narrowing of his eyes, but for once, no comment. Fancy seemed to know at least of the man, and trust him enough, so Jake didn’t actively antagonize him anymore than he already had. Yet, anyway. No promises for the future.

Jake glanced at Dwight’s offered hand, heaving a deep, scratchy breath before he took it and rather than leaning against Dwight, shifted to loop the man’s arm around his shoulder so he could hold up the other’s weight. Once he’d steadied himself enough, he pushed off the tree and tested himself there. He was still woozy, still waking up from his lapse in consciousness, and the bite wound still burned like fire—not helped by the fact he had to move his arm so much in this position—but he could stand. He was just… a little off-balance.

God help them if they had to run, because he wasn’t sure how that was going to go.

“I’ve… got it,” he insisted. Jake definitely wasn’t going to go leaning on a killer more than he absolutely had to. “Yeah, let’s go. The barrier isn’t—it’s not… far… I don’t think.” Moving through the undergrowth like this wasn’t easy, since there wasn’t exactly a marked trail, but it was manageable. It wasn’t exactly the first time Jake had dragged himself half-dead, or someone else for that matter, towards some escape.

He grimaced slightly as he heard a crack in the undergrowth behind them. How long was it going to be repelled by whatever Roman had done to it? Even Roman wasn’t convinced that was going to keep it at bay. Jake glanced behind them. I shouldn’t’ve brought him here, he thought, frustrated. This had been—it was supposed to have been nice. There had been danger, sure, but Jake had been convinced it was safe enough and—well, look where that’d gotten him. Nice going, idiot. There’s so much blood—what if he…?

[the-love-of-a-father]

Roman swore he heard something as he rounded the corner in the basement, yep someone was digging through the chest and hadn't been paying attention. He snickers, "Hmmm well hello.. Seems like a bad spot for you." his knife is raised but he seems to be being a little lax, like he's bored. "I think i've seen you before, Ethan right?" @dbd-ghostface-roman

Ethan had just wanted a damn medkit. That was it, that's all he came down to this damned place to get. But no, do you know what he got? A key! And it wasn't even a whole key, who the fuck gives people broken keys as a treasure. The Spider bitch, that's who. God, he hated this place. The father's mental rant was quickly caught off as someone spoke from behind him. Slowly, Ethan turned, the broken key clutched in his mutilated hand. Lips pursed for a second in thought before the man responded, "Any place I go seems to be a bad place for me to go, so what's your point?" Shaded eyes glanced up at the casually held blade before flicking to its owner. "Yea that's me, unfortunately," the blonde sighed. The survivor kept still, eyes carefully watching the masked killer for any signs of aggressive movement. "And you are?" @dbd-ghostface-roman

[bloody-mixtapes]

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"Like what you see, Ghosty? No shame in taking a picture~ I know I have a nice ass." @dbd-ghostface-roman

[cursed-legacy]

Roman was used to being shuffled around, he didn't have his own realm so He was randomly deposited in other killers places in between matches. It left him quick on his feet. A temple an in the distance, and a giant of a man tromping around. Roman tilted his head. Maybe he should say hi, worst that could happen was that he'd get killed but the Entity would just bring him to life again. He wasn't afraid, but he was pretty used to just being stealthy. @dbd-ghostface-roman

Said giant of a man was currently tending to the plants around the Sanctum of Wrath and did not notice the Ghostface skulking about the Yamaoka grounds.

Kazan hated how dilapidated the temple had been made into by the Entity, this once was a place of great importance; now it stood as a shadow of its glory. Long untended grass and bamboo shoots growing rampantly without care.

Every other match or so he was called to do, the plants regrew. As irritating as it was to do the same task over and over again, it did give him the necessary materials to practice his swordplay for later, and the grass would be dried and used for other projects.

He was using another blade to cut the thick overgrowth but he did have his absurdly sharp katana at his side just in case.