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temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

*He had more than enough water, food, beds. Maybe not what he preferred to eat, perhaps? His strange behavior made him jump a little. Something was must assuredly wrong... but was that something he should help with?*

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He was happy to offer it, since he was willing before to help him with food and water. And he certainly didn't look too healthy right now... But, he was a little confused why he'd think it'd be a hassle and to have it be done quickly.*

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

"That's noble of you to wait, but I don't want you hurting yourself. You look miserable. You... were a nice looking guy before. It's a shame to see you suffer. I'll get you the bags. But, why can't you feed from people?"

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him pause. He expected black. Maybe red. But a white like this wasn't just the opposite spectrum of a binary option. It was classy. He liked it. He shook up the paint powder and attached it to the nozzle. He added some sparkling particles to it to make it glimmer like he asked for.*

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

“You’re ok. Y-Yeah? I’m… I’m glad I didn’t scare you too much.”

*He fidgeted with his tools.*

trigger-hound

just... I don't know maybe warn me next time?

eh it shouldn't matter too much

he takes a deep breath

I'm going to move on from this like I always do

next time you see me I'll be fine

no reason to be hung up on the past after all...

temp-war-profiteer

“Sounds good. I’ll warn you… Really? That would be good if you were, but it’s ok if you aren’t and it takes you more time to be. You’ve been through a lot.”

trigger-hound

well frankly I have more important business to tend to

I need to keep food on the table and blood in my veins not worry about shit that don't matter anymore

what happened, happened now I need to worry about the more important things

temp-war-profiteer

“Right… Well, if you ever need to break down sometime, I’m here to be a safe space… People are like cars.”

trigger-hound

he takes a deep breath looking worried

you're... you're not going to blackmail me later are you?

temp-war-profiteer

“I don’t have a reason to. You’re my friend.”

trigger-hound

he smiles

well then if the car's done I'll be taking my leave

...

he stares at the car looking nervous and fidgets with his hands

would you like to meet up later on?

I quite enjoy these talks

temp-war-profiteer

*He perked up with a big smile, happy to have gotten through to him to be vulnerable.*

“Anytime, any day. We should get a drink sometime.”

trigger-hound

he gives a nice smile

alrighty then well uhm...

he quickly gets into the car looking awkward

I'll go ahead and take my leave

I still have work to tend to

temp-war-profiteer

*He smiled and leaned against the window.*

“Sounds good. Hope it goes well, and I’ll see you soon.”

trigger-hound

he hums to himself content as he drives off

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

“You’re ok. Y-Yeah? I’m… I’m glad I didn’t scare you too much.”

*He fidgeted with his tools.*

trigger-hound

just... I don't know maybe warn me next time?

eh it shouldn't matter too much

he takes a deep breath

I'm going to move on from this like I always do

next time you see me I'll be fine

no reason to be hung up on the past after all...

temp-war-profiteer

“Sounds good. I’ll warn you… Really? That would be good if you were, but it’s ok if you aren’t and it takes you more time to be. You’ve been through a lot.”

trigger-hound

well frankly I have more important business to tend to

I need to keep food on the table and blood in my veins not worry about shit that don't matter anymore

what happened, happened now I need to worry about the more important things

temp-war-profiteer

“Right… Well, if you ever need to break down sometime, I’m here to be a safe space… People are like cars.”

trigger-hound

he takes a deep breath looking worried

you're... you're not going to blackmail me later are you?

temp-war-profiteer

“I don’t have a reason to. You’re my friend.”

trigger-hound

he smiles

well then if the car's done I'll be taking my leave

...

he stares at the car looking nervous and fidgets with his hands

would you like to meet up later on?

I quite enjoy these talks

temp-war-profiteer

*He perked up with a big smile, happy to have gotten through to him to be vulnerable.*

“Anytime, any day. We should get a drink sometime.”

trigger-hound

he gives a nice smile

alrighty then well uhm...

he quickly gets into the car looking awkward

I'll go ahead and take my leave

I still have work to tend to

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

“You’re ok. Y-Yeah? I’m… I’m glad I didn’t scare you too much.”

*He fidgeted with his tools.*

trigger-hound

just... I don't know maybe warn me next time?

eh it shouldn't matter too much

he takes a deep breath

I'm going to move on from this like I always do

next time you see me I'll be fine

no reason to be hung up on the past after all...

temp-war-profiteer

“Sounds good. I’ll warn you… Really? That would be good if you were, but it’s ok if you aren’t and it takes you more time to be. You’ve been through a lot.”

trigger-hound

well frankly I have more important business to tend to

I need to keep food on the table and blood in my veins not worry about shit that don't matter anymore

what happened, happened now I need to worry about the more important things

temp-war-profiteer

“Right… Well, if you ever need to break down sometime, I’m here to be a safe space… People are like cars.”

trigger-hound

he takes a deep breath looking worried

you're... you're not going to blackmail me later are you?

temp-war-profiteer

“I don’t have a reason to. You’re my friend.”

trigger-hound

he smiles

well then if the car's done I'll be taking my leave

...

he stares at the car looking nervous and fidgets with his hands

would you like to meet up later on?

I quite enjoy these talks

#//James 100% just came back to talk to Kilroy

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

“You’re ok. Y-Yeah? I’m… I’m glad I didn’t scare you too much.”

*He fidgeted with his tools.*

trigger-hound

just... I don't know maybe warn me next time?

eh it shouldn't matter too much

he takes a deep breath

I'm going to move on from this like I always do

next time you see me I'll be fine

no reason to be hung up on the past after all...

temp-war-profiteer

“Sounds good. I’ll warn you… Really? That would be good if you were, but it’s ok if you aren’t and it takes you more time to be. You’ve been through a lot.”

trigger-hound

well frankly I have more important business to tend to

I need to keep food on the table and blood in my veins not worry about shit that don't matter anymore

what happened, happened now I need to worry about the more important things

temp-war-profiteer

“Right… Well, if you ever need to break down sometime, I’m here to be a safe space… People are like cars.”

trigger-hound

he takes a deep breath looking worried

you're... you're not going to blackmail me later are you?

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temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

“You’re ok. Y-Yeah? I’m… I’m glad I didn’t scare you too much.”

*He fidgeted with his tools.*

trigger-hound

just... I don't know maybe warn me next time?

eh it shouldn't matter too much

he takes a deep breath

I'm going to move on from this like I always do

next time you see me I'll be fine

no reason to be hung up on the past after all...

temp-war-profiteer

“Sounds good. I’ll warn you… Really? That would be good if you were, but it’s ok if you aren’t and it takes you more time to be. You’ve been through a lot.”

trigger-hound

well frankly I have more important business to tend to

I need to keep food on the table and blood in my veins not worry about shit that don't matter anymore

what happened, happened now I need to worry about the more important things

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

“You’re ok. Y-Yeah? I’m… I’m glad I didn’t scare you too much.”

*He fidgeted with his tools.*

trigger-hound

just... I don't know maybe warn me next time?

eh it shouldn't matter too much

he takes a deep breath

I'm going to move on from this like I always do

next time you see me I'll be fine

no reason to be hung up on the past after all...

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

“O-Oh… Right. Yeah. That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

*He backed up even further for him.*

trigger-hound

he heaves out a deep sigh looking relieved

I don't mean to be rude

and please don't worry about it

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

temp-war-profiteer

“I’ll… keep that in mind. But, we’re even, as far as I’m concerned.”

*For the first time this day, he reached out to pat James on the shoulder.*

trigger-hound

he freezes at the touch looking surprised

I'm I'm so s-sorry to ask b-but

he side steps out of the touch

please don't d-do that

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

temp-war-profiteer

“Ah. That makes more sense. Quite a frightful thing then. I’m sorry you ever had to be near such a thing.”

*He lowered the painter to not get it on the man.*

“Seeing you well and happy is enough for me. But, I see that gratitude in your eyes, don’t worry.”

trigger-hound

he smiles earnestly looking at Kilroy

heh never had this sorta treatment back home

usually they want money or for me to kill a man for 'em

if you ever want somebody dead no questions asked and no traces remaining just call me

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temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

“Yeah? It would be fascinating, if not so easy to get hurt or time-traveled with.”

*He smiled softly as he came up to him.*

“And it’s all yours.”

trigger-hound

it doesn't work properly however

it'll open rifts in more locations than intended

it's not a time travel device but a reality hopping device

and sometimes other realities take place in different time periods...

he stares intently at the car

thank you

truly I have no clue how to show my gratitude enough

#//no worries bro #//btw was pacing sry

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

“I certainly need to catch up with whatever technology you’re talking about. I’m just a lost, lowly person of the past… Ah, thank you. I hope the color is what you were looking for.”

*He hoped that focusing on the cosmetics and finishing the car gave James a feeling of starting fresh.*

trigger-hound

yes it is quite wonderful

I wonder if I can have her retrieve it for you...

she said it looked like a pocket watch

he gets off the stool and walks over to the car and whistles

what a pretty gal...

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

“Well, magic and high-technology can be quite interchangeable to the right audience.”

*He joked, getting to spray the roof. He had to stand on tip-toes, due to his shortness.*

trigger-hound

heh

yeah I suppose...

the car's coming along beautifully by the way

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

temp-war-profiteer

“You have a very complicated life, James. I didn’t realize you had a lot of magic going on before the vampire stuff.”

*He watched him snub it out, wondering if it had helped him feel better.*

trigger-hound

no magic

apparently one of her friends had the funniest device that didn't work properly

shoved me here...

I was stuck living in a warehouse for months

thought I found a proper home with him... and well

I was desperate and he used it...

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

*It was a lot to take in and piece together. He was tempted to say he was confused and didn’t follow, but it made a little sense.*

“Oh, so you didn’t live together. Well, I guess you’ll have to find out someday.”

trigger-hound

yeah...

she's my half sister... technically?

it... things got complicated so fast...

it's weird cause she's from a future timeline and I'm from a past one...

he finishes his cigarette stomping it underfoot

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temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Loss is very hard. Especially when it’s those closest to you.”

*He tried to wonder if his home was war torn, or what other reason it could be so full of death… He moved to painting the doors of the car.*

trigger-hound

eh wasn't my home...

she didn't tell me what happened

but from descriptions mine's not too far off

that's why I won't go home

I don't want to go through that

she got consumed and fucking killed me...

only then was I safe from him then the bitch brought me back

I don't know why...

temp-war-profiteer

Ki-Kilroy?

uhm...

(@trigger-hound)

"Hm? Oh. Hello, again. I... didn't think I'd see you so soon."

- The War Profiteer

trigger-hound

ye-yes well see I've been meaning to...

I need the full repair on my car now please

last time I had you fo-forgo everything?

he's clutching at himself his appearance oddly small for a man usually so tall...

temp-war-profiteer

*This was certainly strange...*

"How'd you get back, James? Are you no longer being chased?"

*He doubted this, but he wanted to deduce if something was possessing the man.*

trigger-hound

I'm... not sure?

I did end up dying for but a moment and well I hope he's off my trail now but he could... potentially...

I'm not sure

he clutches at himself tighter now, trying to control his breathing

temp-war-profiteer

*That seemed like the man was himself, not a trick. He softened his stand-offish demeanor.*

"Well, let's do our best to fix you up. I'll get the car done. But I'm looking at you. Are you hungry? Tired?"

trigger-hound

I...

that's not important right now

not like you would have...

he drools a bit staring at Kilroy ...meat too thin... ...not enough blood...

wha-what I...

he quickly forces himself to look away claws nearly puncturing skin with how he restrains himself

I just want the full repairs...

he has almost certainly seen better days with the gaunt appearance and heavy eyebags

temp-war-profiteer

"Have...?"

"Ok. Customer knows best... I'll bring you back to the garage again. Pull the car around."

*He didn't like this one bit.*

trigger-hound

he breathes heavily for a bit

ye-yeah thank you

he quickly shambles off the sound of a car engine sputtering then starting near

thanks a-again

he pulls around into the garage

temp-war-profiteer

*He pulled open the garage door for the car, swinging around back to the side entrance for himself, and got his tools. Once the car was in, he came up to the window.*

"No problem. You're a friend."

trigger-hound

...

he looks slightly confused at "friend" then gives a half hearted smile

say uhm... got any medical supplies?

he gets out the car and awkwardly scratches at his chest

j-just a thing I-I need...

I'll b-be fast I pr-promise!

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah. Of course. What do you need?"

*He meandered to a work station and leaned down under it to fish for a medkit.*

trigger-hound

oh uhm...

c-can you wo-work with...

he takes a gulp and starts sweating

blood transfusions?

temp-war-profiteer

*His rummaging paused, and without poking his head out yet, he responded.*

"...I believe I could. Usually have some blood bags around. Are you cut somewhere?"

trigger-hound

uhm...

just hand me the bags and start working on the car I... I can handle i-it myself

he looks incredibly uncomfortable

di-did you... did anyone... was anyone looking for me here?

temp-war-profiteer

"Not that I know of- Oh. Actually yeah. Some guy named Vincent, I believe. I didn't tell him. He gave me the creeps and tried to touch me. Sent him on his merry way without any indication."

*He got out from under the table. He looked around for where blood would be, finding his mini-fridge. It had some bags.*

"Is O-negative fine with you?"

trigger-hound

he beams at this information and nods his head

y-yes O-negative is absolutely fine

th-thank you so much

thank you for not telling him

you don't know what he did

temp-war-profiteer

*He squished the bags to make sure they weren't clotted and offered them up to the sickly man.*

"No problem... What he did?"

trigger-hound

he quickly grabs them and tears them open chugging the contents of the bag

you don't want to know

he starts breathing heavily as he drops the bag and clutches at himself again

please don't make me remember

temp-war-profiteer

*He frowned.*

"Something horrible... Are you a vampire?"

*He stayed stiffly upright, not overly concerned for his own safety, but perturbed, assuredly.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly flashes his vampire bat like teeth

eh not in anyway that's helpful?

I'm not gonna do weird shit either...

temp-war-profiteer

"Hm. Well, that's good to know. Helps me not be paranoid. Can I... help you though? You look sick. Is that normal for vampires?"

trigger-hound

uhm... no?

despite the layered clothing he still looks incredibly starved with pale waxy skin and thinning hair

I... prefer to only feed when death's calling

I... I already got a place to stay but I might need more bags?

I'm... not exactly... capable of... feeding from people anymore?

if you ever see Vincent again please be a dear for me and shoot him on sight

temp-war-profiteer

"...Wilco... As for the other things-"

*He held his hands in a surrendering motion as he tried to organize his thoughts.*

trigger-hound

it's... it got complicated?

I...

he starts breathing heavily awkwardly clutching himself as his eyes go wide and he shakes

it... th-this wasn't

i-it was never

god h-how could I a-allow this to

ha-happen to me

I-I should've been be-better

temp-war-profiteer

"Whoa, hey. Easy. No need to panic. What's done's done. I'm here to help, man. You're ok. It's not your fault. At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

*He kept his hands in surrender and inched closer.*

trigger-hound

he awkwardly falls back and throws his hands over his head as he starts tearing up ...god just like a child...

please

please stay away

don't touch me

please don't touch me

I don't wanna be pretty no more

don't talk like him stop talking like him please

I don't wanna be pretty no more

temp-war-profiteer

*He blinked, stepping back again, letting the man have his moment to seemingly break down. Perhaps he hadn't had a chance to do so yet.*

"I'm not going to touch you... Neither is he."

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily just staring at Kilroy seemingly waiting for something to happen ...please not again...

temp-war-profiteer

*The imposing silence felt heavy and threatening. He didn't like that. It was no longer just about this car getting fixed, in the slightest.*

"Y-You... need... something?" He peeped.

trigger-hound

he keeps breathing heavily then looks off to the side and mumbles something out

j-just the c-car ple-please

temp-war-profiteer

*He tried to keep the distance between them equal as he moved across the room to the car.*

"...Take a seat, if you'd like. I'll work on the exterior."

trigger-hound

he continues just shaking life a leaf in the fetal position staring at Kilroy

n-no wor-worries

temp-war-profiteer

*He sighed, getting out from his toolbox a polisher to grind down at the exterior metal and prime it for a paint job.*

"Suppose it's going to be a long day today..."

*He started small talk, maybe just with himself as he got to work.*

trigger-hound

his breathing finally evens out and he lowers his arms

I'm so sorry

I've just been... fucking stressed

you shouldn't see me like this....

I'm usually so much... better...

temp-war-profiteer

*He softened his gaze, even as he didn't necessarily look up from his work.*

"You and me both. It's ok, James. I don't mind."

trigger-hound

he's still breathing heavily and quickly takes out a lighter and cigarette pack

want one?

temp-war-profiteer

"No thanks. I don't smoke, unfortunately. I appreciate it, though, James."

*He almost forcefully put the man's name into each of his addressing statements, as though to remind him of his remaining humanity, and perhaps calm him from his panic.*

trigger-hound

he weakly smiles as he lights it and takes a long drag

alrighty then Kilroy

he gives out a puff

helps soothes my nerves tho I've been going through packs like a...

a...

dog...

temp-war-profiteer

"Yeah? I'm sorry to hear that. Not... a pleasant feeling to..."

*He sighed, knowing what it felt like to be pulled to a substance when he was aware of the consequences it would bring.*

"...Well, you know."

*He moved from the hood of the car to the roof.*

"I'm not working on my sobriety right now. Are you?"

trigger-hound

eh?

oh I don't drink or anything

well unless you count social drinking but I'm not like my sister...

she keeps stashing weird shit

just... ugh god he fuckin' ruined for me

he gets up and dusts himself off and walks over to Kilroy bringing a stool with him and sitting down

heh quite good with your hands there~

temp-war-profiteer

*The sudden change in tone was jarring, and he closed up like a clam. He tucked away his tired and vulnerable mannerisms and stiffened to a steady worker.*

"I don't know what you're talking about."

*He harshly moved the sander to a door... not entirely sure if he was talking to the same James at the moment, or whatever voices he said were plaguing his head.*

trigger-hound

he looks confused for a moment

oh come on what's the problem with knowing what you're good at?~

he gives an awkward smile looking rather disheveled

temp-war-profiteer

"Because it doesn't matter. I'm not quite proud of myself at the moment. And you weren't either."

*He tried to hurry with the sander, moving to the other door. He sighed. He didn't like being angry.*

"Thank you for the compliment."

trigger-hound

anytime~

...

he looks sad for a moment then quickly forces a smile

oh I do need to get your number~

I'm not sure who I can trust to fix that without just stealing it

temp-war-profiteer

*He glanced between him and the door of the car. Perhaps this quieter voice was the true James. Maybe then, he should ignore this sickly, oozing flirtation that made him want to shiver.*

"...Thank you for trusting me. I can fix it anytime. I know you're going through a difficult moment, James."

trigger-hound

he takes another drag of his cigarette taking a moment then puffs

I... thank you...

temp-war-profiteer

"No problem."

*He parroted his previously used statement of ease. He meant it, and it was an anchor to the man he truly wished to talk to.*

*He set the sander down and looked for his painter.*

"What color would you like this girl to be?"

trigger-hound

he thinks for a moment taking a drag of his cigarette

pearly white please

temp-war-profiteer

"A beautiful choice, sir."

trigger-hound

he smiles at Kilroy

thanks again

temp-war-profiteer

“Of course. You really don’t ask for much. I wish more people could help than just me. Not that I can’t or won’t. Just… you deserve more than just me.”

*He moved around the hood of the car, spraying it in a way that he could be across from James and look up at him while working. He smiled.*

trigger-hound

He looks down solemnly and takes a long drag

You’re a good man Kilroy…

…

heh I used to be part of a whole team before I went into the bounty hunting business

helped people…

but things went to shit so ended up a bounty hunter

temp-war-profiteer

*That made him perk up, listening intently to the man’s past. Even before this whole… vampire ordeal, he was fascinated by him and his story.*

“That’s too kind, James… Really? I’m so sorry. I… have some idea about how that feels. You’re still a good man.”

trigger-hound

heh thanks I try my best…

Oh didn’t even want to be here

uh pejoratively I mean, you’re nice

Ah homesickness does funny things to you…

temp-war-profiteer

“Oh? You came back on your own? I supposed that you were chased back. Thought you left this place for good. But it is nice to see you again.”

trigger-hound

ah I’m talking about my… old… home

chasing happened after I got here, god I was stupid but I was desperate surely you understand?

getting stuck in some shithole you never wanted to be in then finally getting a friendly face well you tend to ignore things you probably shouldn’t of

temp-war-profiteer

“I… think I understand, yes. Where is your old home?”

trigger-hound

he takes a shaky breath

far... far... away...

apparently my sister found a way to go back to her home but she just ended up finding dead people so...

I'm scared to go back

I don't exactly want to return home just to find my brothers dead...

heh had 4 brothers...

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