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Δ-Aauughh...

He's waking up groggy and cranky. Today is not his day; the crows were extra noisy, the sirens were frequent, and the shouting outside his window was becoming a nuisance. The demon could go out slaying..but did he really want to?

Nah. He's too tired for this bs. He's going right back to bed and staying there. Slashers and survivors beware.

He's a cranky old man.

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Anon asked: || bothering ph for sinday; accepting

I mean to be fair, PH do got that cake tho. Look at him. Double cheeked up on a Sunday afternoon. Damn. (I do not apologize.)

Δ-Oh PH knows he's, what the kids call 'thiccc,' which is why he's gonna make you all suffer by preventing everyone from touching him while he relaxes.

You touch and you lose an arm.

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Δ-Oh.

This is one of those days that everyone is horny for no reason; but just to be.

Nah. Fuck that. He’s gonna find a nice dark corner, sit there and judge all of you.

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♢-i've thought about if ph would ever protect anyone. in an extremely rare case, yes. yes he would. but only if whoever he's protecting is facing someone he doesn't like.

really depends on who it is tho. he's only saved Heather and that was about it. the thought of protecting someone is still very vague to him.

but he'd do it.

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Happy Halloween here’s pyramid head and pyramid ass

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huntnsurv​:

Ji-Woon tilted his head the other direction ; almost like a puppy mimicking movements. It has taken him a bit, before he managed to understood what the other wants this time. It almost feels silly, really. 

He looked around for anything to use as a target before his eyes made contact with a rather lonesome tree. It’ll have to do. The idol took aim with his knives, before he started to throw them at the tree one after the other with ease. After a few tosses, his throwing speed increased, and the knives began to ricochet to different directions.

It came to a stop after a rather good few seconds ; and the Trickster ran out of them. There was a light noise that left him when he noticed a lack of knives, and checked his sleeves to see if any managed to get stuck. “ Ah, ran out. ” There are endless supplies for him elsewhere, at least.

Δ-The demon watched Ji-woon as he took aim at a tree and began throwing his knives. Almost had PH wished he could throw like that, yet, what he lacked in speed he made up in strength. When the fellow slasher was done though, he walked over to the bunch of small knives to pick one up and examine it.

Albeit its size, it was sharp, as a thumb grazed the blade, making it cut a layer of his skin. He begins looking around, wanting something alive to throw it at. Obviously he wasn't that bad of a demon to throw it at its owner, but he hears something rustling in the trees above him.

PH listens; positioning the blade in his hand to throw it. It's silent, nothing but the occasional breeze flowing through his head. Then, he hears it again-

And throws it. The blade makes a small shink sound, and it's quiet. Then a squirrel falls out of the tree with the blade in its side. PH makes a humming sound. He likes Ji-woon's weapon.

".....interesting.."

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villaincvs​:

Gives an amused little hum. Still staring. Right at his head. 

At least he has some manners in that sense.

Δ-Well now this is getting awkward and PH isn’t liking it.

He walks closer. And closer. And closer until he’s just a couple feet away.

What. Do you. Want?

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A tasty seasonal treat for everyone's favorite triangle!

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evlincarnate​:

🔪                              interaction   with   the   other   killers   was   rare   ,   honestly   .   most   of   them   were   all   grumpy   ,   miserable   seeming   assholes   who   rather   run   this   eternal   trial   to   the   entity   alone   .   and   michael   was   one   of   those   people   ,   honestly   .   but   mischief   was   in   set   as   he’s   peered   over   at   the   large   object   that   the   killer   carried   with   him   .   it   was   heavy   ,   the   way   it   drug   on   the   ground   consistently   and   the   loud   noise   it   caused   .   if   michael   had   to   be   honest   ,   it   was   rather   annoying   .   but   it   didn’t   stop   the   man   from   coming   towards   it   as   it’s   propped   up   against   the   wall   for   once   —   slightly   unsupervised   .   gaze   searching   a   bit   and   listening   out   until   large   hands   are   grasping   the   weapon   …   and   slightly   underestimating   it   as   he   thought   he   was   going   to   make   a   sneaky   escape   with   it   for   fun   and   yet   he’s   left   struggling   with   dragging   it   ,   and   catching   sight   of   the   other   killer   coming   towards   him   .

Δ-Something to eat; literally what the demon wanted, and left his great knife to go catch something. Considering many don't think a demon could or would want to eat, PH hasn't had such delicacy since, ever. He lived in Silent Hill, food was almost non-existent. He didn't even know how the residents ate. Not like he cared.

Just like he didn't care to bring his knife with him. He was confident enough to know that it wouldn't be bothered. It's a big knife after all, only a fool would stoop so low as to try and steal his weapon. PH thinks too soon as he rounds a corner and- There stands a large man; trying to carry the knife. Seriously, how many times was this going to happen?  It was almost humorous. Yet, seeing a figure like him try and take his weapon was nearly intimidating, and the large demon was not about to let him even try. He lets out a growl as he walks towards the man, who he presumes to be another slasher just by looking at his mask and the dried blood on his outfit.

His growls grow louder with each step that he takes towards the man. When he's finally close, PH rips his knife away from the slasher and pushes him back slightly, enough to gain some distance. Hmph, not like the demon could really be surprised, he was in a realm of killers, so at least a few would piss him off. This man, however, seemed to almost be as large as him, others he's seen were significantly smaller.

For now though, he was rather pissed this man had the guts to try, so PH proceeds to growl and stare at him.

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sircnscall​:

Siren looks up, idly wondering how the triangle got on his head. She grins when he shoots her a finger gun and almost laughs. For some reason the image of him finger gunning was hilarious.

But she felt laughing would be a bad idea. Regardless she maintains her easy grin before she continues, “ Name’s Morgana. ”

A pause then she continues, “ Has anyone ever tried to take your blade? Because the thought of someone else taking it but failing miserably is incredibly funny to me. ”

Δ-Another nod was given to them, hoping to remember that name. Or not. PH was never good at names and faces if their appearance were not frequent. Interesting name, though; so maybe he will remember it.

He listens to the woman speak about his blade, making the tall, muscular figure stand up straight. Tch, this was mere child's play. For a demon so old, he was never going to be too tired to show off his prowess and weapon. To prove to her that no one could take it, he lifts the knife out of the ground, lets it rest on the ground.

And releases his grip. In a swift motion, the knife falls over, making a hard metallic sound, one that would give away the knife's volume in the metal's density. It was heavy. He never knew how much it weighed exactly, but enough that no mortal could even pick it up.

How's that?

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Final Judgement

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trcubleinred​:

     Eye rolls are a frequent response to Claire’s actions, he’s completely entitled to that. She knows full well that she can be a lot to handle. Muscles. It fit him. Monster, slasher, demon, whatever you wanted to call him, the dude was buff. He was bigger than her brother and that was saying something. Chris was an absolute brick wall but this guy? Concrete.         Concrete was harder than brick, right?      “Hell yeah,” she grins, offering a nod of her own in response to his little hum. “Could be worse, though. Have you met that one dude that glows and like… Injects himself with that weird glowy stuff? I call him Ping Pong. So, you got off easy if you ask me.” 

Δ-Now was it good or bad that he was remaining this calm around a human? Perhaps his rather old demeanor has made him more cranky than usual, which could explain his tolerance level. PH has noticed himself that he gets cranky with certain individuals, or maybe his blood lust has gone down.

That would need to be fixed.

On such a day as boring as this, a young woman like her doesn't seem to be getting on his nerves at the moment; now that he thinks about it, perhaps he could, what the newer generation calls, 'flex' on other slashers less muscular than him. Oh he's totally doing that later.

However, this mention of a man that glows sounded unfamiliar to him. He's known basically all the monsters in Silent Hill, so it was possible she meant one of the slashers. He shakes his helmet, and the nickname she's given him seemed to make him give a low distorted chuckle.

Ping Pong. He kind of wants to find this guy and call him that by etching the words in blood on a wall.

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villaincvs​:

Continues this staring contest.

He’s not saying a word.

Δ-Wh-

...okay then. PH will continue staring, still confused.

Considering he literally does not have visible eyes. Maybe he’s staring at his body...

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villaincvs​:

Stares at him.

Δ-Stares back.

Judgement is kicking in;

and who the fuck are you?

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Δ-Also, who are all of you people and what do you want?

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Δ-Well, his Halloween was certainly something. With a bunch of pumpkins gathered, PH had a blast carving them.

Which consisted of kicking them in, stabbing and slashing them open.

Needless to say, his version of Halloween is a bit more violent, but who cares, he's a slasher, he can do whatever he wants.