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He didn’t expect the thing to be thrown at him, but he managed to catch it before it fell out of reach. Tilting his head Danny turned the wooden piece over in his hands, seeing that it was a rather good looking crow. Huh, who thought the Big Bad Trapper was good at carving....whittling....whatever.

Hooking his legs on the branch he was one the stalker let himself hang upside down given it seemed like the big guy wasn’t going to attack him, being on eye level with him if the heir would stand up, “Not bad! I can just get reeeeeally pointy sticks when I try.” the Ghost Face lowered his hand and thus the wooden crow head, offering it back, “You must be bored to be doing this eh?” There’s a smirk in his tone, shifting his weight just enough to swing slightly on the branch.

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Evan doesn't even know what that is, but if there's booze he's there. 

“Oh Evan, it’s great!”

He brought out a stick to draw out a diagram for Evan as Max explained, “A te’evision is basically a box tha holds these cathode ray tubes, they past through these ‘ings called anodes tha pass threw t’is conductive coating inside tha tube tha-”

Max continues in a animated manner to explain how televisions are made and how it uses radio signals to convert them into pictures and sound.

“-and I hav a batch of moonshine for ya to enjoy watchin’ it,” Max suddenly get sheepish, drawing squiggles in the dirt with his stick, “ ‘f course, yew wanna...”

[nightofthewxtch]

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send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope. | 🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

The Entity controls everything so why would there be a storm of all things? Unless, of course, this was part of it's plan. Regardless, she stares at him, arms folded, as the sound of a torrential downpour rages outside.

"So..."

[inspiringreverie-a]

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So, of course, here Tomoko was again, ignoring the warnings of her fellow survivors, as well as her own self-preservation instincts telling her to get back to the safety of the campfire. Curiosity was a vice of hers, it seemed, and snooping around was already a past time of hers before she was taken into the Fog. Tomoko only brought a flashlight with her, a dinky little thing with barely any battery- just to click it on and off for her own entertainment. She didn't know who's realm this was, but it was plenty to explore- and as she strolled along, a pep in her step, she hummed a cheery little tune- a song she herself once song onstage- until skidding to a stop when she came across a set bear trap.

Would it be possible to take this with her? Shove it into her bag with the rest of her findings?  She crouched down to get a closer look, setting her flashlight down, placing her chin in her hands, and beginning to hum once again. Any onlookers would find the young woman simply... staring down at the trap, deep in thought.

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MacMillan stared at the Oni before him. Was it a person? Was it not a person? Evan was honestly not sure. He figured he'd find out soon enough; the blood of a demon had to taste different than a human. Probably. He had never had anything but human and the occasional animal when he was desperate.

The heir sank his fangs into the wrist of the other male, holding it in both of his hands.

Huh, he felt something...different about MacMillan; there was a sort of bloodlust that was altogether strange strain that prevailed in this Fog.

Kazan wasn’t scared, it watched with a piqued interest when Evan grabbed the Oni’s hand and brought his wrist to the Trapper’s mouth.

The bite however, was unexpected; though he did not pull away, that would exacerbate the wound even more.

Kazan also found it quite, arousing.

“So, MacMillan, how do find the taste of demon blood?”

[rxdpyramidthxng]

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It didn’t take long for the owner of the realm he was in to find him and in all honesty he didn’t expect any less. From what little he had heard of the Trapper he was just as territorial over what he claimed as his as he was. It was something he could understand, more so with the sins that hung over Evan’s shoulders.

It was amusing to see the human try to glare him down, more so when it was broken by a sneeze.

His question though was met by silence, but there is a small tilt of the pyramid to suggest he’s questioning something. Perhaps he wondered why he was sneezing so much or why he even bothered trying to intimidate him in the first place.

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“DID YOU KNOW THAT TED BUNDY'S FIRST DOG WAS A COLLIE NAMED LASSIE?”

“YOU WOULD IF YOU STARTED LISTENING TO ME, MAN. HELLOOOO I’M TALKING TO YOU!”