Log: Complete

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When: Sunday, February 18, Wrath Day
Rating: To be safe, let's go with R
Characters: Walter Dornez dark_butler and Lucien Lacroix master_lacroix
Summary: Wrath, depression, and despair only feed Walter's conviction that Lacroix is behind Kagura's disappearance and that the vampire needs to answer for it and pay.
Log:

If asked, Walter would have been unable to say if it was rage at Lacroix, or at himself that drove him forward. He had always known that monsters such as he tainted and harmed all of those around them. This just proved it.

His first stop in his hunt for Lacroix would be the Raven, since that had been his location in the post where Walter had confronted him.

In the back of his mind lurked the understanding that Lacroix could just break him with a thought.

He should stop. Think. Plan.

Those were luxuries for someone not spurred on by the curse of Wrath and the shard of despair that insisted that he act immediately since there was no hope for anything anyway.

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Lacroix grabbed a towel off the bar and began to wipe the blood stains from his neck and collar. "You had a rather nasty episode there. The weight of what you did under yesterday's curse took its toll on you. Have you regained your faculties now?" Lacroix asked, allowing a hint of concern to touch his voice.

"You're not going to attack me thinking I am someone else again?" he added, while straightening his suit. The damage that Walter had inflicted beginning to heal itself in the meantime.

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"I attacked you?" Walter watched Lacroix clean himself up while the fact that Lacroix was cleaning up blood that Walter must have drawn.

He'd gone for his throat. Lacroix had helped him and he'd gone for his throat.

Walter shook his head and looked around. There wasn't much damage, at least.

He stood up, a bit unsteady at first, and went to pick up a chair that was out of place, seemingly carelessly tossed aside.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I don't remember... anything. I don't remember coming here at all."

[master-lacroix.livejournal.com]

"There is nothing to forgive you weren't yourself. My apologies for getting rough with you but I had no choice," Lacroix said, still playing the role of concerned mentor.

"Give it time, your mind needs to rest. You've had a stressful time of it these last couple of days. Your memory should begin to recover on its own," he added reassuringly.

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"You got rough?" Walter took stock of himself, but other than a lingering soreness in his throat that he attributed to the memories of Poland, he felt unharmed.

"How?"

[master-lacroix.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't aiming to injury you, just restrain. You should probably leave today's curse of Wrath has Divia on a war path which means I'm her number one target again. I wouldn't want you caught in our crossfire," Lacroix said simply.

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Walter nodded and straightened his clothes, reminded by their pathetic state that he had not yet been home since his rampage through the City the day before.

What a long couple days it had been.

"I'll just wish you good luck. I rather need you around."

Ah, obliviousness is the irony fairy's breeding ground.