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[vfranklinmott]

Who: Jarvlin & Rinzler!Cat Franklin, Rinzler, and Richie.
What: Richie needs to be taught to play nice with the pretties :| Vampires with robot!bros are the best teachers!
Where: Richie's room.
When: BACKDATED to a few nights after this.
Notes: Cursing? Fanging? Creepin'?

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[notafuckingnut]

Whereas Franklin's nights had been vengeance-fuelled, Richie's had been much tamer, almost boring in their lack of excitement. Sure, people had been either avoiding being in the same room as him or given him dirty looks, but he figured it was their problem. He hadn't done anything since his arrival as far as he knew, nothing that would piss anybody off, anyway. It was all them, he wasn't going to worry about it. Maybe it was just residual crankiness from the last flood. Fuck 'em.

At the knock on his door he let out a loud, long-suffering sigh. It was probably Graham. Again. Richie assumed, anyway, given that he was most often the one visiting. It didn't even occur to him to check first.

"I've already told you, quit knocking and just fucking come in if you're gonna, save us both some time."

[vfranklinmott]

What a charmer. Franklin grinned. This might be easier than he thought. He tried for his best 'I'm a perfectly innocent neighbor' voice.

"I'd love to, but that requires you to actually open the door, mate."

[ifightfor]

Rinzler had stationed himself two doors down the hall--close enough to keep Franklin in audible range; far enough not to look completely suspicious at a glance.

He was playing cover, for now. If things got more interesting, however...

[notafuckingnut]

The voice on the other side of the door was decidedly not his Warden, but that didn't necessarily make it a problem.

He was going stir crazy in here anyway.

It was only a handful of steps to the door, and a moment's work to get the lock undone and peek out into the hallway. Per usual he didn't open the door all the way, just enough to look out and see what was on the other side.

"You're not Will."

[vfranklinmott]

"You're quite the clever one, aren't you?" The mockery was impossible to ignore. He smiled pleasantly enough but his eyes rarely blinked.

"Mind if I come in? There's just a tiny matter we have to discuss."

[ifightfor]

The hallways of the Barge were as a rule too well-lit to properly skulk, and destroying the lights would draw too much attention to himself. Rinzler made do, passing behind Franklin at an incurious amble without seeming the least interested in the conversation the vampire was having.

So far, so good.

[notafuckingnut]

A moment or three of consideration, then Richie rolled his eyes and shrugged before retreating back into the room, leaving the door open behind him. He didn't know what Franklin was, or even who he was, so he had no real reason to disagree. It wasn't as if he had any reason to think something was up.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. What?"

[vfranklinmott]

While Richie's back was turned, Franklin nodded to Rinzler then entered the room. He gave the door a tiny push. It didn't close all the way, but he didn't turn back around. Easier to pretend not to notice that way.

"A mutual friend. One rather close to me that you publicly insulted." He had his hands pressed together, fingers spread, and lazily meandered about the room. Always watching Richie.

A year ago, the human would've had his throat torn out by now.

[notafuckingnut]

He frowned, not following the implication. He hadn't gotten up to anything he shouldn't, not since his extended time-out, and even that hadn't actually affected anybody. Richie watched the other man, expression open, nonthreatening, and definitely puzzled.

"What the fuck're you talking about? I don't even know you."

[vfranklinmott]

He stopped pacing and just became very still. If one looked long enough, they'd notice the lack of breathing. Richie was either very simple-minded, or very forgetful. Neither option was better than the other.

"I'm talking about Wanda. Recognize the name?" Staring now.

[notafuckingnut]

"I...guess...? Are we talking 'A Fish Called Wanda' or...?"

He was quickly getting the feeling there was something missing here. Something he was supposed to know, some private joke or something he was supposed to get, but...he had nothing. He racked his brain for a 'Wanda', but he came up empty, the best he could do was the movie. And something told him that wasn't what the other man was talking about.

that.. so made me lol

[vfranklinmott]

The last possible strand of patience Franklin had vanished. In the blink of an eye he had Richie pinned to the nearest wall. He held him up with a hand at his throat, not squeezing. He growled, and bared his fangs.

"No, you bloody idiot. Wanda, the underage girl you contacted on the network!"

XD

[notafuckingnut]

Richie flinched, pressed himself into the wall in an attempt to get away and ducked his head in clear submission. He tried not to, but with the combination of familiar violence and fangs...the reaction was instantaneous, practically instinct. He might have fought it more if it was somebody else, but it was the fangs, they went straight for the hindbrain, the part that still clung to the days of hiding in the trees from the things that screamed in the night. He'd been killed by something with teeth like that.

"Fucking...Listen, I don't know what you're talking about, okay? I didn't...I didn't do anything, whatever it is, I didn't fucking do it." Right? He hadn't, he was about...80% sure he hadn't.

[vfranklinmott]

The predator in him reacted to that submission, and he was close, so close, to ripping out his throat. No, maybe... just a bite. A small one, something to make this trip worthwhile. He did neither, instead snarling, leaning in closer.

"Why do you lie? You're only making it harder on yourself." Something wasn't right. A nagging part of his brain was trying to interrupt his fun. "...You don't recall writing about her the other day?"

[ifightfor]

There was a quiet click behind Franklin as Rinzler slid inside, then shut the door with a heel. Quiet hallway out there, and things weren't going as planned inside.

The Program gave the vampire a polite berth, one predator to another, and stopped where he had a decent view of Richie's face. ...Something definitely wasn't right here.

[notafuckingnut]

Richie's gaze jumped from one to the other, and he eyed the closed door warily. He...didn't like this. He didn't like it at all; he got the distinct feeling he was operating on MUCH less information than the other two, and he couldn't figure out what he was missing and he didn't like it one fucking bit. He squirmed and shifted, testing the hold, trying to determine if he could get away easily because this wasn't right.

Not for the first time he cursed Will for taking the gun back.

You don't stay dead here, he reminded himself. Whatever these fuckers do, whatever goes down, you won't.stay.dead.

It wasn't much consolation, but it was something. It was enough.

"What the fuck are you s'posed to be, a Gimp?" The question was aimed at the man in black, but the renewed jerking and shoving was all for the vamp.

"Get the fuck off me, asshole, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm not lying, I don't know anything. I didn't write about anybody, I didn't say anything to anybody I wasn't s'posed to. Alright? So go