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]

Of course I know.

[Archer's smirk widens and he clasps his hands behind his back.]

Excellent. I look forward to it.

[viliorate]

[His hands fall to his side.]

Well then. I look forward to tonight.

[And if you think he's not going to approach Archer as soon as the sun goes down... well, Archer probably knows better by now. Kimbley's dressed rather nicely, for him, but he also hasn't bothered with a shirt for years. Ever since the spikes grew it.]

This'll be fun.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer is dressed nicely as well, as he always is. He prefers wearing clothes with high collars - he's always preferred it but it also hides the twin marks on his neck. His teeth can be hidden when he keeps his mouth shut, though there's no way to hide the red eyes or the pointed ears. He could grow his hair out, but he's adamantly refused to do that, of course.]

Are you ready to go then?

[viliorate]

[Kimbley nods, watching Archer carefully.]

Of course I'm ready.

Come on, it's not that far.

[He waves for Archer to follow him, since he's the one picking out the spot. Really, it's possible this is a bad idea. Drinking might make him sick-- he hasn't done it in so long that Kimbley doesn't really remember.

But if nothing else, he's content walking in the dark, much more so than he is during the day.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer follows, keeping close to Kimbley. There's no reason to be worried about being attacked; they can handle themselves easily against any humans and they shouldn't have trouble with any other monsters.]

So where are you taking me, hmm?

[viliorate]

Nowhere too special, you know.

[But he's calm, obviously he doesn't think they're at any risk of being attacked. And they're not, because they've been here an extremely long time now. A large part of the population at least recognizes them as 'locals' now, even if they aren't human.

The bar is on the sleazier side of things, but it's not unpleasant, and nearly all of the patrons are like them. Those that aren't are probably not far away from obvious changes.

He picks a booth in the back, away from most of the lights.]

It's not too terrible, is it?

[sadisticwarfare]

No, it's not.

[It's a little seedy for his tastes, but Archer's taste is still as high-class as ever. He also rarely sets foot in bars, so there's also that to take into consideration.]

What are you going to get?

[He looks around them, obviously curious about the place and the people in it. They're mostly monsters or probably will become monsters. That's always a good sign.]

[viliorate]

Gin. Haven't had the stuff in years.

You?

[Kimbley looks completely relaxed, but Archer knows him well enough to know that it's a front. Especially now, after all these years, he never relaxes. This is just one of those things to make him look a little less threatening.

Not that he looks intimidating with the huge puffy mane, but let's not bring that up because Kimbley's ego couldn't take it.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I'm not sure. I haven't had anything in a long time.

[Oh he certainly won't bring that up. He's fully aware that Kimbley isn't relaxed, but neither is he. Archer is more obvious about it though, sitting perfectly straight as usual.]

[viliorate]

You never did go out to bars much, did you? Do you want me to pick something out for you?

[His tone is teasing, as usual.

Kimbley drums his hand on the table, his gaze wandering to the other patrons. He should be saying more, but he and Archer have both reached the point where they don't need to say much to have an idea what the other is thinking.

A long time ago, he would have considered knowing a person this well a problem, but he couldn't have survived this long without Archer.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I suppose that would be nice, yes.

[He's willing to let Kimbley tease him about this at least!

Archer knows exactly how Kimbley feels about that. He's never known someone as well as he knows Kimbley. It's nice in a way, but it'll probably never stop being odd.]

[viliorate]

How about a white wine?

[He did used to live in a bar, but he doesn't really remember anything about mixed drinks. Otherwise Archer might get something a little more creative.]

[sadisticwarfare]

I suppose that'll be fine. Thank you.

[He smirks at that, resting his elbows on the table.]

You should try to relax a little, Kimbley.

[viliorate]

[Ordering their drinks isn't much of a problem, even if Kimbley is fairly certain he can't get drunk anymore.]

You first, Archer.

This is a safe haven, you know. Though I suppose plenty of them have cropped up over the years. I wouldn't have stepped foot in this place if I didn't know silver is banned in here.

[sadisticwarfare]

[He places his order and waits for Kimbley's before returning to their conversation.]

I know. It's a good thing places like this aren't rare. I would hate to imagine what would happen otherwise.

[viliorate]

People are too complacent here. I wouldn't mind shaking things up.

[It's not like the sentiment is something unusual, especially in this bar, but he talks in a low voice just the same.]

We'll do things properly, won't we? Gradually taking more, and more, and more.

[It's not a sentiment Kimbley used to express, because he didn't care about such things, not before the changes started. He's a little more like Greed now than he'd care to admit, maybe even greedier than the actual Sin.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Exactly. You know how I work. We'll get everything we want.

[viliorate]

Everything.

I like the sound of that.

[Maybe he... shouldn't sound so happy.]

It can't be that hard to manage.

[sadisticwarfare]

I can handle everything, there's no reason to worry about it.

[viliorate]

[Someone should really stop these two before they end up shot with silver bullets.]

I'm not going to sit back and let you do all the work, you know.

[When their drinks come, Kimbley doesn't drink his right away, still watching Archer.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course I know that. I'll need your help. It's going to be tough establishing a reputation among the others like us, so you can help with that.

[Basically just tell everyone how great he is. You know, like you should always be doing!!]

[viliorate]

[...you're really full of yourself.

Not that Kimbley minds because let's face it, he's been enabling this for years, but come on now.]

You can always have me scare people into submission.

[He finally takes a drink, not quite sure what the point is when he doesn't have a heartbeat anymore. He probably can't get drunk, but the taste is nice.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Absolutely not. Starting with scare tactics is the last thing I need. Of course, you could do it for my opponents... Ah, but I suppose that might get you in trouble. No, it's better to play the part of the upstanding citizen, as much as I'm sure that idea pains you.

[viliorate]

Hmph. You're no fun.

[But he'll comply. Hopefully.]

[sadisticwarfare]

You'll get to have plenty of fun once things are going our way, I promise.