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?

Comments

[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.

[viliorate]

[He shrugs, leaning into the booth, drinking deeply.]

Don't know what I'd do without you.

You're so good to me.

[sadisticwarfare]

I do what I can for you.

[He takes a sip of the wine, nodding slightly. You picked the right thing, Kimbley!]

[viliorate]

[It's been years, but at least he remembers what Archer likes!

...it's probably fortunate it still tastes good, huh?]

I'm eager to return the favor.

[He's definitely done it before, but now the two of them have a set goal.]

[sadisticwarfare]

You don't need to concern yourself with that; you've always been good to me.

[Still, he does appreciate it!]

[viliorate]

We're a hell of a team.

[He says, even though they've never done anything besides terrorize people.

Kimbley raises his glass, smirking faintly.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course we are.

[He raises his glass as well, tipping it in Kimbley's direction with a slight nod.]

That will never change.

[viliorate]

It won't.

[It should say something that even after all of this time, he really doesn't know how this place works. Kimbley's fairly certain he's faintly buzzed. At least the pleasant sensation is there.]

You're stuck with me.

[sadisticwarfare]

Don't be ridiculous. I'm not "stuck" with you. I want to stay with you.

[He's taking the drink much slower; it's better to have at least one of them sober!]

[viliorate]

[...hopefully this isn't enough to get Kimbley drunk.]

Good. I'd hate to end up in an argument with you.

[This is what he gets for not drinking regularly for a decade. It figures he'd still be able to get drunk like this. At least he knows better than to drink everything at once.]

[sadisticwarfare]

You know that, Kimbley. Don't worry about it.

[...Is he going to have to carry you home...?]

[viliorate]

I try not to worry about things.

[....you're definitely going to have to carry him home.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer rolls his eyes.]

Yes, I'm well aware of that. You could stand to be a bit more wary in the future, but I know that's not going to change.

[...Of course he is.]

[viliorate]

If things change, I'll be more careful.

[He sounds serious about it if nothing else, but Kimbley's looking down at his drink as he speaks.]

We're not going to have any problems.

[Someone's going to end up shot before too long, aren't they?]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Probably...]

I certainly hope we won't. Keep an eye out and hopefully everything will be fine.