Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

This was how he was going to fucking die. He'd bitten the one vampire who seemed to be either immune or...allergic to his venom. Gunsmoke seemed to be getting angrier with every passing moment- while Arlo was rapidly beginning to run out of energy. Christ. This guy took 'fighting fit' to a whole other level. He wasn't going to be able to teleport clear much longer. Gunsmoke was getting faster, those strikes were obliterating everything in his path! It was an almost last ditch effort that saw the Crusnik dive toward Cadance or....whatever her name was. This was going to be the end for both of them. The raven-haired woman's shout to teleport clear prompted Arlo's blue gaze to dart towards her- his hand reaching automatically to grasp her arm. Maybe, just maybe- he could get them both out of here. Sure he had no idea who she really was but...it hardly took a genius to work out that this plan hadn't been her own. Hell, she'd tried to save him from it. It wouldn't exactly be right to leave her behind. Gunsmoke, however, was faster then even Arlo had anticipated- the vampire charged abruptly for them. Cadance's last words of 'oh fuck' very nearly rang in his ears as Arlo shifted to put himself between the charging vampire and the far more fragile Were. In the very least he might absorb some of that impact. His body, after all, was designed to withstand vampires....probably not when they were this pissed admittedly. That impact however....never came.

Arlo's gaze glanced upward as Gunsmoke rushed past- the vampire honing in on that leftover Italian food only to abruptly seat himself down on the floor, pull out that plastic fork and begin eating. Arlo's gaze blinked for several moments before his hands were simply thrown upward and he stepped away from...Arley, was it? It had sounded like Arley. Great. The crazy guy could eat the food? A groan of sorts left Arlo's lips. The musician's body seemed to relax in relief at his apparent chance to live another day and yet his attention ,once more, remained near focused on that food he was losing bite by bite to the apparently ravenous vampire seated on the alley floor. Well- this was....kinda an unusual reaction to his venom. They didn't usually get high and hungry. At least not for people food and yet- that rage had all but vanished. The sedative in Gunsmoke's blood so finally seemed to have taken effect and, well, calmed him down a shit ton. Huh. Arley, it seemed, was equally as sad to see that food go. The pair of them simply content to stare at it for several moments before Arlo attempted to offer at least some explanation for how his venom worked. Gunsmoke, like this, would be relatively harmless. Hell, he'd be lucky if he could even walk. Even Sebastian could only manage a stumble and he was pretty damn old. Whatever powers the vampire had would be equally unusable. The venom and the sedative within it resulting in a calm, relaxed....blissful state most beings were all too content to linger within- if not fall asleep too.

Arley's insistence that maybe she should take Gunsmoke was met with a near shrug of Arlo's shoulders as he regarded her. These people were like the Hydra? Was that supposed to mean something? The near baffled look upon the Crusnik's face was met with those equally curious words.

"Hyrda? Isn't that like....that fake company that wanted to take over the world in the Captain America movies? Are you saying thats real?"

It could be, he supposed. Maybe this was all some giant government thing. Although it hardly explained why Hydra had been trying to kidnap him. Was this about that tax form he hadn't filled out like eighteen years ago? Did he owe them money or something? That confusion was nothing short of clear on Arlo's features before he simply shook his head. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe it was better that they just got out of here. Arley, he was sure, he could drop off at the edge of town- giving her a head start on her...boss or whoever Gunsmoke was. Maybe he didn't need to know that either. He'd seen vampires and their ideas of...keeping pets before. The incident with his own girlfriend hardly forgotten. Still- he hardly anticipated Arley might reject that offer- or that her name had a H at the front. An amused simper tugged at his lips.

"Harley does make more sense. He probably thinks he is saying it. I've only known the guy like ten minutes and he hasn't been able to pronounce anything with a H in it yet."

A chuckle rose within the Crusnik's throat then. Arlo, despite it all, seemingly having managed to return to his good natured self- at least until Harley's refusal to run prompted a frown to his features. She couldn't leave? Why the hell couldn't she leave?

"Well....if you're sure. I mean, he won't remember anything from when I bit him. He still might remember all that stuff you were yelling at him before it though. Just, be careful okay?"

Maybe he had only just met her but....it would be a shame if she died- after all they had survived. That notion that her boss would be far more agreeable to conversation in this state seemed to amuse her, the raven haired woman querying how long she would have before his venom wore off.

"Oh, it will last until he either feeds on a victim, has his blood drained by another vampire- draining out my venom at the same time- or the sun sets. Vampire bodies kinda....reset during the day. He'll wake up like normal tomorrow night."

How long that venom lasted was a fact he knew well. After all, escaping before his victims could catch him was a plan he'd long since mastered. Harley's thanks, however, was met with a light wave of his hand, Arlo brushing it off as he turned on his heel.

"It was nice to meet you too. For what it's worth, it was nice talking to you. See you in fifty years, bud."

An easy grin found the Crusniks lips then as the man's hands tucked into his jeans. Arlo, at last, heading down and out of the alleyway- that teleportation seized him before he reached the end of the street. The Crusnik disappearing into the night air.