#etargus

"Hey kid, you lost or something?"

"This isn't a place for minors to hang out after dark."

Below them, the colorful sights and sounds of Crimson Lane play on while their cliente remain oblivious to the strange pair above them.

Most people who wandered into places like this a majority of the time had no clue what type of place they’d come across, with maybe the occasional non-vampire coming by solely because they were interested in— well. Being a donor, to say the least.

Edgar couldn’t assume the latter of Archer, who seemed to be poking around the place curiously, trying to talk with people and asking questions to the patrons entirely unaware of the confused looks some were directing their way.

And unfortunately, it looked like Edgar would have to cut his own conversation short— just when he’d managed to find a cute random to flirt with. Just barely on the cusp of talking the guy into a little fun had been when he was distracted by Archer suddenly milling about the place, and once they spot him and beeline in his direction he finds himself glancing their way, touch of awkwardness on his face.

Hell.

He gives the other guy an apologetic look, who takes the hint and steps off for now.

“Hey to you too, but uh— I don’t think is the best place for you to be. You do know where you are, right? If you stick around you might become someone’s meal.”

Art museums weren't really Danny's thing. He was always more of a science exhibit guy -- especially those places that were interactive. Those were always so fun. But something about this place whenever he walked by it... made his skin crawl. He lets out a breath as he peers around one of the side entrances, watches the icy mist disperse in front of him.

There was something here. He's sure of it. He just has to find a way in.

The darkness of the place after-hours doesn't bother him. He's pretty sure his eyes are glowing in the dimness. Maybe he should've invested in sunglasses, before embarking on this little outing, but he already climbed past the gates and got this far. This endeavor would be so much easier if he retained his ability to walk through walls.

Oh. Someone else was also trying to break in. He blinks, and flickers out of the visible spectrum as he quietly approaches the stranger. Something was -- different, about them too. He flickers back into view when he's closer, still maintaining enough distance to duck in case the person tried lashing out in surprise or something. He peers over their shoulder.

The flaming orb that had been buzzing around War's head left him briefly; if only to start bothering Archer. Something about them had attracted the rather excitable Spiramonster. It let out adorable little squeaks as it investigated them.

Meanwhile, War was not amused. This creature was meant to follow his orders, but it was clear to him that the Spiramonster needed more training. "Stop that." He spoke in a stern tone.

The orb of flame drooped, emoting shame. It flew back over to War and landed on his shoulder. "Hrmph. I apologize. There is no excuse for my creature's lack of discipline."

“Huh? Wait—!”

They’re already going ahead apparently, making Edgar dart out after them with a raincoat in hand, unprepared himself but determined to convince them to dress appropriately for the weather at the very least.

“Archer!”

At least he’s got no issue keeping up, although he’s not sure he’s so keen on being out in the rain for too long.

“Just come here for a minute, please? It takes two seconds to put on a coat, it won’t take long at all, really.”

misc action memes (NOT ACCEPTING)

to gift a bouquet of flowers

Eiden blinks. It seems as though a huge bouquet has walked into the shop, balancing it's way through among the staring people and topples on the table, revealing the person behind. They tilt their head with a wide smile.

" Ehh? What's this? For me? "

Eiden takes the massive bouquet as he receives a nod.