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#the obsession | promo #dcvourhcpe #dead by daylight #horror rp

“ WAIT... WHAT. ” MAYBE he’ll scoot a little closer to the campfire.

#( in character ) leon scott kennedy #( relevant ) re2 leon #( verse ) dead by daylight #( dash comm ) contributing to the chaos !#dcvourhcpe

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“Life gives you a journey to now So I just make it up as I go.”

#ic ;; queen bee #verse ;; dead by daylight #dcvourhcpe

@dcvourhcpe SAID: "It’s okay, It’s okay. honey." Blaine makes a attempt to calm Nemesis down, "It's only a little cut, just needs a bandage." They may have stumbled and cut their arm on a forging trip, but that was just part of living in the woods.

Despite their efforts, it’s already too late. Nemesis has already made up his mind and decided that panic and extreme distress is an appropriate response. He’s visibly trembling, though it seems more out of anxiety and worry than anything. For a moment, he whips around looking for anything the environment that might be of service. But there are no green herbs out here. So he moves to encircle himself around Blaine to protect them from further harm. It’s the first and likely only thing he can think to do to help: shield them from further harm.

Bandage.

At their remark, he pats himself looking for any. But he doesn’t think to carry these things. He doesn’t need them. He can heal himself. Though it occurs to him that in the future, maybe he should. For Blaine’s sake at least. He might not have bandages themself, but he can spare another shred of his tattered limiter wear. He tears off another strip from the skirt, which they’d cleaned somewhat recently, and uses some tendrils from his wrist to fasten it around the cut. They’re far more dexterous than his big clumsy fingers. More precise and more capable of securing the strip over the cut so it’s less likely to get infected.

A soft croon escapes him and he very gently nudged Blaine with his leg, signaling to them that he’d like this foraging trip to be over. It’s time to head back so they scrounge up the med spray or some dried herbs and apply some proper bandage’s to Blaine’s wound. He doesn’t want them getting sick. As his tendrils retreat, he folds his hands together shirks down, looking like a guilty child. Ashamed, more like it.

He’s ashamed he didn’t do a better job at protecting them.

#ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #dcvourhcpe #( m : nemesis )

@dcvourhcpe sent : Don't mind it the Dredge is grasping at Ethan's ankle with several hands, trying to pull him closer to the clump of shadows it's in. It just wants to investigate the strange smelling human and not drag him into the darkness though....maybe.

it startles him when his ankle is grabbed by the multitude of hands, his attention stolen from the journal he’d been busy drawing in. ethan’s gaze settles on the mess of shadows — he knows of this one, one of the newer killers. he hasn’t ever been near it though ; there’s a first time for everything, it seems. the thing is trying to drag him towards the blackness, and there is of course the urge to fight it off, to take off running as fast as he can.

however, he doesn’t. instead, ethan pockets the book, carefully stepping forward towards the intended location. they aren’t in a trial ; that’s a promising sign. the entity HOPEFULLY won’t allow the dredge to consume him outside of one. hopefully. it doesn’t necessarily seem malicious at the moment ; it seems more like ... childlike curiosity, honestly.

“ you’re a curious guy, aren’t you? ” ethan asks, allowing it to pull him closer. what’s the worst that can happen?

#dcvourhcpe #dcvourhcpe : the dredge.#— * ❝ do me a favor and 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃. ╱ answered asks.#— * ❛ something is 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 in the 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊. ╱ dead by daylight.#// i got so excited when i saw this in my inbox omg.

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All is calm....but that is quickly broken by the fact that Danny is sneaking in to try to tackle Joey. Out of love of course. He wants cuddles. - @dcvourhcpe

HE DOESN’T EVEN budge when Danny’s whole body slams into him. If he wasn’t masked the other masked killer would catch a smile but, instead, Joey picks him up and falls back onto the couch that he can only assume Danny wanted to crash them into.

Joey waits, a head tilted for his killer with a mouth to start jabbering.

#[ ch. joey ]#[ v. the fog consumes all ]#dcvourhcpe