Skin looks tight, think I just might have to...

[darth_veda]

WHO: Tieria Erde darth_veda and Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie
WHAT: Tieria probably shouldn't walk alone at night...
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Day 399

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[bitchin_beanie]

It was a (to Jan's knowledge) relatively well-kept secret that he occasionally stopped in on the Junkhouse at night. A secret because when had Jan Valentine ever cared enough about something that wasn't killing or fucking to take time out of his personal life to tend it? And a fact because, well, half of Rivelata disappeared at night, there really wasn't much else to do sometimes. And this particular night had so far proven more boring than others.

Jan trudged with hands pressed into pockets, shoulders hunched and frowning at the ground -- until, of course, the faint noise reached him. The noise of someone not all that graceful knocking around inside the building he was making his way to.

A quick change came over him. A tightening of the form, a spreading of a toothy grin. It was about fucking time they had a robber, burglar, whatever the fuck you called it around here. Not even Olsen could give him a dirty look for rightfully defending his property! And if he happened to take a chunk or two out in the process? Well, it was

[darth_veda]

Had he been in a giant mechanized robot, Tieria might have seen it coming. Unfortunately months of living contently in a little seaside town had dulled his senses. He narrowly missed being hit square in the face by the door, and caught a fleeting glimpse of the lanky figure silhouetted in the doorway before taking an unusually strong hit to the face.

Tieria stumbled backward, tripped over a chair and fell against the floor with a gasp as the air rushed out of his lungs. Protect yourself was his first instinct, and being in such a compromising position, he could do little but cross his forearms over his face. At this point, Tieria had no idea what he was dealing with.

oh man i swear the tags aren't all gonna be this massive :|

[bitchin_beanie]

Whoever this asshole was, he sure wasn't a very good fighter. Jan found himself half disappointed, half pleased just to catch an easy break. You didn't have to fight for your lunch every time you went out to eat, it was nice to be served once in a while.

Though he would miss the pre-meal show.

None of that consideration slowed Jan though, and he followed the other toward the wall in a lunge. "You find anything interestin' in here? Anything' worth the effort?" he demanded, but didn't quite manage to sound as angry as he should. Deranged, he managed. Delighted, yes. Outraged, not as much.

But he didn't wait for an answer. There were more interesting things to be doing than listening to excuses, starting with grabbing for the intruder's shoulder and aiming a tearing bite at whatever presented itself -- in this case the man's protective forearm.

it's cool with me either way 8D

[darth_veda]

The voice sounded familiar, and as he opened his mouth to answer, an anguished scream erupted instead. Tieria felt his own blood dripping down his arm and onto his face accompanied by a terribly sharp pain in his arm.

Now was the time to fight.

With surprising strength for a man his size, Tieria made an attempt to shove the other man away with his one good arm, while squirming wildly and targeting his assailant's abdomen with his knee. Somebody had just attacked him...With a knife?...Or was it a bite?...

Either way, as Tieria's breath returned to him, his screams became louder. And with nothing particularly eloquent to say in a situation like this, yelling loud enough to catch an outsider's attention seemed to be the appropriate course of action.

[bitchin_beanie]

Already having decided the intruder wasn't very skilled, Jan found himself caught off-guard by the strength of the shove. It almost worked. But said intruder was obviously not a vampire, enhanced strength and all.

Jan recovered quickly enough and couldn't help but laugh. One of his better examples of maniacal laughter, if he was any judge! And he liked to think he was -- he'd been around for most of them.

Next on the list was getting the squealer to shut his trap -- Jan didn't want anyone barging in and ruining his rightful and surely entirely legal fun, that would fucking suck.

"Shut the fuck up, would you?" Somewhat more irritated than before, but still his excellent mood was more than apparent. "Your bitchass is dinner one way or another, that ain't gonna help!" And with the announcement he made to grab and twist the arm that'd tried to shove him off. Maybe he'd just tear that one off, chew on it for a while in front of this fuckhead. That might prove fun.

[darth_veda]

Tieria didn't know he could scream as loud as he did upon feeling his arm pop out of its socket. However, his quick, yet frantic brain was beginning to make important connections as his eyes began to adjust to the dark.

"V...VALENTINE!" The only possible owner of the obnoxious cackle he heard on a daily basis.

"I...Agh!!" His mouth struggled to make words as the extreme pain of his arm ripping through his tendons clouded his vision once again. "I...work..for you!....A- AH!!"

Tieria continued to struggle and writhe beneath him, grinding his teeth angrily. "UNHAND ME!!"

[bitchin_beanie]

So the little thief knew his name then, huh? Jan wasn't too surprised, though the voice did sound a little familiar. Hunger was more important than thoughtfulness though -- until more words forced their way out of his captive.

Jan stopped. His eyes widened. And only then did he register what he was actually looking at through his vampire's eyes in the gloom of the shop.

Tieria Erde, the man (even if debatably so) he'd hired as a manger. That perfect hair, not so perfect anymore, that careful composure, not so careful at the moment.

"F..fuck!" Jan jerked away like he was the one that'd just gotten bitten, hands shooting up into the air as if to prove he wasn't armed. "Shit!"

[darth_veda]

The look he gave his boss was not one of fear or pain, but rather an expression of absolute unfathomable rage.

Tieria stumbled forward, his injured limbs hanging at his sides. He was so incredibly angry, he would have cracked him upside the head if only he could move his fists. "I...You!..."

Then, the fear came back. Jan had bitten him, after all. Last time Tieria checked, that was highly unnatural. Perhaps he'd gone out of his mind? Against such a strong and possibly mentally unstable adversary, and in the condition he was currently in, Tieria's best option was to escape.

After navigating a proper path, the injured Innovator began to stumble his way towards the door as fast as his wobbly legs would carry him.