STATUS: OPEN
LOCATION: UTP
With sundown came the dawn of the dead, the nightlife, and everything else in between. The graveyard shift in bon temps has proven to be anything but quiet for Archer. And he liked that. It was a good distraction, yes, but it also served as an opportunity to push the envelope of his ability, to practice on the victims who called in for help (it was for good, or at least that’s what he tells himself). The clock was nearing three a.m., and he was wrapping up his little science experiment on another stab wound when his fire engine got the call. A code 3, requiring immediate response. Of course, Archer’s the first one on the scene, as per usual, and is half expecting something severe. Say a house fire, maybe even a vampire attack? But what he stumbled upon was something much more extraordinary than he could have ever imaged. He stifles a smile, dropping the fire hose next to him as he shakes his head at the other.
“Now how the hell did you manage to do that.”
