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The bloodlust was a step too far. Kyle already hated vampires before the event, his species's natural predator. Then the Fae were opening doors into their world, Daybreak was persecuting seemingly innocent members of Midnight while claiming they were practicing Necromagic, and the wolves even had their own kill-some-humans Festival. The supernatural world was a shitty, terrible place for people who were trying to live their lives in peace. And while there were Guardians meant to look out for and protect people, they followed loose laws more concerned with protecting their secrets than in saving lives.

So he started putting the word out. He didn't really know what he was doing, or what he was trying to create. Maybe a new squad. Maybe a book club where instead of weekly reading, they killed guilty parties. He wasn't sure. By definition, he was trying to put together a group of vigilantes.

He put the word out. Coded flyers here, whispers in Hillingdon there, and so on. He reached out to the people he knew and those he'd heard about who might happen to agree with his cause. Anyone and everyone was welcome, regardless of race or faction. Except the vampires he still hated.

[ooc: Kyle is trying to put together a vigilante squad. What the group does will mostly be up to the group, but may include bounty hunting, saving people in trouble, killing 'villains', and so on. Anyone is welcome to chat with him about it, regardless of their interest in joining.]

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"Good vampires? What, the ones that can feel less guilty by paying for their blood rather than taking it?" He can't help the bitterness in his voice. Kyle's okay with Natasha for now, but she's the exception rather than the rule. She's not one of the ones feeding on Nancy. At least so far as he knows.

He lets out a sigh and stands again, shaking his head. "It's your life. You want to do stupid shit, I'm not going to stop you. But you know I can't support it either. If you really want to be friends with the monsters that are running around attacking and killing other people, that's on you. You want to live with me? You let me know. But no vampires."

"They need it to live. I'd rather them get it from someone willing than taking it from someone else." Nancy would stand by that philosophy. Someone who knew Death was just around the corner, rather than some innocent.

She doesn't need his support. Or anything. Maybe his acknowledgement, but she doubted now if anything happened to her again, that he'd say anything. That he'd be willing to take her side. It wasn't exactly the most welcoming of feelings.

"No vampires," she repeats, because she can respect his rules. She wouldn't bring them into a space where they weren't welcome. She can assume the same for fae, too. And the result is, honestly, a place that's safe for her. And only her.

The idea has never occurred to her, and as such, she's trying to sabotage it already.

That was the fundamental difference in their beliefs. Kyle knew it the moment he heard it. As far as he was concerned, they didn't need to live. Vampires deserved to die in order for humanity to live. But like hell was he about to argue that point. He knew better, knew that Nancy had her own issues to match his, that their opinions on this would never agree. He also knew it still wasn't worth destroying their friendship over. She could be an addict as long as the dealers and the drugs never came into the house, so to speak.

He still had her back, and would. Kyle was pretty sure she wouldn't get that. Most civilians didn't understand how you could hate something about someone and still take a bullet for them. If it became relevant, he'd be there. Until then, he preferred to be angry about her stupidity.

"No vampires," he repeats again, to avoid arguing the rest of what she said further. "You don't have to decide now, but you deserve a place where no one's going to hurt you. Whether you want them to or not."

She did have her own issues. Perhaps more than playboy. And yes, a good number of them did have to do with vampires, but honestly, for all her work with them she was far more tangled up with the fae. Not the safest sort of roommate, but this was a place that could protect them both. That Nancy could finally just... relax. She always thought she was relaxed at home, but she currently didn't have any vampires or fae wanting to hurt her. Witches were the ones that were the problems.

She nods. "Thank... thank you, Kyle. I really, really appreciate it. I'll think about it." She looked up at last, blinking.

The tension in the room was still thick, and Nancy, from all her experience in this sort of thing, knew to break it. "But if you have that rule, then I'll want one of my own- you aren't allowed to wear a shirt." She smiled at him, hoping he appreciated the joke.

It's the perfect thing to say in the moment and Kyle can't help the smile that spreads across his lips even if he wanted to. He doesn't care about being unsafe himself. He's used to that. He wants someone he can bond with, to take care of and who will take care of him, to feel a little less isolated. It's the bromance he misses the most.

"Deal," he agrees, though his voice remains tight. Her remark served to cut the tension and ensure they're good, but it can't immediately destroy his anger. Damn vampires. Anyone but them and he'd be handling it a lot better. "I have to get going. Think about it, Nancy. Really do."

He moves around the table to begin making his exit, casually, easy for her to stop him if she wants. "I'll try to be shirtless next time."

They'll take some time, they'll cool down, and she'll give him her answer. Hopefully he's not mad at her. But she wouldn't be surprised if she was the root cause of it, rather than the vampires and her self-esteem.

"I will." She stands, planning on finishing both drinks once he's gone. "Thank you for stopping by. And the offer." They're good. Just a fight between friends. Which felt surprisingly good to say.

"Looking forward to it." She walks him to the door.

Kyle mostly walks himself to the door, though he appreciates the gesture. He briefly considers hugging her before instead leaning forward to give her a light kiss on the cheek. It's done as casually as a hug might have been, an intentionally simple gesture to show that he still cares about her, even if he's pissed and dislikes her company.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" It's a rhetorical question and Kyle's halfway out the door by the time she can even answer.

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