LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's been a little over ten years since the two of them arrived here. Ten years is an awfully long time to be stuck here, but returning home isn't an option anymore. It hasn't been an option since they first started changing, and that wasn't all that long after they arrived. Kimbley had grown a tail and ears and Archer's eyes had turned red. It's amazing to think they had been so scared by those changes back then.

Things are different now. They aren't human, but there's no reason for that to bother them. Archer is a vampire (something that he found painfully ironic in the beginning, but he's adapted quite well to it, if he does say so himself). Not much has changed about him, appearance-wise. His nails are much longer and sharper, his eyes are red, and he has the stereotypical vampire fangs, but aside from that the only difference is the slight point to his ears. It's not like he could get any paler anyway.

Archer enters their shared apartment after work, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before proceeding into the living room.]

Kimbley, are you home yet?

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[sadisticwarfare]

Allow me a few minutes to speak. Please.

[Archer hates saying please but it's the only thing he can think of to buy him a few minutes. He's probably not going to be able to get complete control of this guy, but if he can get him distracted enough, maybe Kimbley can act. Of course if the guy doesn't agree, well, things will definitely get messy.]

[viliorate]

Okay.

[Well, the man is willing to listen.

...he's definitely a novice to not have tried shooting them both by now.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer can certainly see that. This is good for him, however! Time to see if he can be as persuasive as he needs to be in politics.]

I understand that most humans are concerned about our kind. I used to be human and I was disgusted to learn that I had become this. It wasn't my choice and unfortunately, this is the only way we can survive. What would you do, were you in our position? Would you give up your life simply because what you're doing isn't "right"?

There isn't any way for us to exist on anything other than humans. It's unfortunate and were there some way for us to consume anything else, we would never touch humans.

If you kill us, you'll take out two of the "monsters" in the city. There are a lot more to go and should we die, others will avenge us. Do you want to be responsible for that? Do you think you can cleanse the city of all of us?

[viliorate]

[That finally gets the man to lower his gun. He's still watching Kimbley like he's expecting him to attack, because he probably will as soon as the man turns his back, but he doesn't raise his weapon again.]

Right.

[He looks like he's changed his mind about shooting the two of them and turns to leave.

....why is why Kimbley is now looking at Archer for permission to rip the man in half.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well if you think Archer has changed at all in the past ten years you'd be dead wrong. Archer nods, giving Kimbley his signal to go ahead and tear that guy to shreds.]

[viliorate]

[This is very fortunate indeed.

Kimbley moves fast, faster than he should be able to, and he's behind the man. But the man isn't as stupid as he first seemed, spitting around and raising the gun again.

The sound of a gunshot cracks through the silence and Kimbley staggers back as the man takes the opportunity to run the hell away.]

Shit.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Dammit. Archer moves to Kimbley's side quickly, grabbing Kimbley's shoulder and immediately looking for any signs of an injury.]

Are you alright?

[It missed, right? It didn't actually hit him, it couldn't have...]

[viliorate]

[They're pretty lucky the bullet wasn't silver, because Kimbley would probably be screaming if it was. He's bleeding, but it shouldn't be fatal.

Hopefully.]

...hurts. Dammit.

[sadisticwarfare]

Where is it? Can you move? We need to get you to the bar; we can call for help there.

[It's good that it's not a silver bullet, but Archer isn't going to dismiss Kimbley's injury so easily.]

[viliorate]

Can't... shit, I can't tell. In my shoulder.

[He watches Archer carefully.]

I can probably dig it out with a knife.

[....this is an awful idea.]

[sadisticwarfare]

No. You need to leave it in for now. The bullet is stopping the blood flow and we don't want to try to remove it ourselves. Here, give me your arm.

[He'll try to help Kimbley get to the bar, but if Kimbley can't walk Archer can always carry him.]

[viliorate]

[Oh, come on, he hasn't been injured so badly he needs to be carried. His pride couldn't handle that, anyway.]

I don't have a heartbeat. How can I bleed?

[But he holds out his arm for Archer to help support him, hissing in pain. He doesn't look like he's that bad off at the moment despite having just been shot, which is a good thing, honestly.

If he'd been shot with silver this would be a very different situation right now...]

[sadisticwarfare]

[...That's a good question. Can Kimbley bleed? Whatever, he won't focus on that right now.]

Come on. Let me help you.

[He'll help support Kimbley to the bar of course, then practically push Kimbley into a chair so he can go get someone to help, or at least someone who can get in contact with someone who can help.]

[viliorate]

[The pain is bad, but he doesn't think it'll be fatal.

At least the idiot who shot him hadn't figured what ether of them were actually vulnerable to. The bar is safe enough there should be someone experienced with treating people like them around. At the very least the bartender could probably call someone.

Kimbley is staying put, but he's obviously not happy.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Eventually Archer returns; he's quick to explain the situation.]

I've called a doctor. They'll be here soon. Are you going to be okay until then?

[viliorate]

I'll be fine.

Hard to bleed to death when you're already dead.

[sadisticwarfare]

Well at least you're feeling good enough to joke.

[viliorate]

[This is probably a good sign??]

I can't believe that bastard shot me. I should have noticed him sooner. We could have avoided this.

[sadisticwarfare]

Don't worry about it. It shouldn't be too bad of an injury since it wasn't silver.

[Of course he's not entirely sure about that...]

[viliorate]

[It... really hurts.

About the only way he can cope at the moment is either more dark humor or complaining.]

I don't know what I'd do if it was silver.

[Probably lay on the ground screaming, actually.]

[sadisticwarfare]

...It's not something to worry about right now.

[The doctor approaches and Archer moves aside so he can tend to Kimbley.]

[viliorate]

No. I guess it isn't.

[The doctor spends a while looking Kimbley over before telling him he's lucky the bullet wasn't silver because it likely would have been fatal.

Removing the bullet takes time, but he doesn't lash out. He's hissing in pain once it's out, but Kimbley is fairly calm all things considered. The only sign he's agitated is his left hand flexing at his side.

He's not bleeding all over everywhere, which might be an advantage to not being human.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer waits until the doctor is done before approaching Kimbley.]

Are you okay? Is there anything you need?

[viliorate]

I'm fine.

[He's really not.]

It hurts, that's all. I need to lay down for a while.

[And maybe do something so it stops hurting.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Alright. Do you want to head home? I can always hunt another night.