tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When: Monday, August 27, dusk
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence and probably profanity
Characters: Walter Dornez

dark_butler and Greed

so_very_greedy
Summary: Greed wants a piece of Walter after Walter's "date" with Radu. Walter, apparently on a bit of a self- and other-destructive binge, is an obliging sort. The question may well be which one of them ends up in pieces?
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A flick of fire, a hiss of burning paper, a drag of air and smoke, and a long, luxuriant exhalation.

Vampires had no fear of lung cancer after all.

Walter stood straight, waiting for the sound of Greed's approach. This fight over Radu was senseless, but he found that violence truly did only beget violence - not only externally, but internally.

How had he forgotten just what it was to be the Angel of Death? That pig, Major was right and Walter did not want to dwell on that unwelcome thought. The Major was right, after a fashion - Walter loved war, thrived on it, grew strong on the meat and drink that came of violence.

How else had he earned his moniker when so young?

And of late, he had returned to that violent youth. Of late. He laughed to himself at that thought. He had been a vampire again only four days and see the havoc he had wrought. How many people were going to want his head before the week was out?

Enough of such worries. For now he could ignore them. He would have a fight to deal with soon, and that was oh so distracting, and oh so delicious, and oh so much better than any drug.

Let Greed come. Walter was ready.

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"Oi, asshole," a voice rang out from behind the vampire, "There you are, mosquito."

Greed's form soon followed his voice, as he stepped into view.

"You ready to do this or what, old man?"

"Mosquito," Walter said, turning to look at Greed, sarcasm wrapped in a deceptively gentle tone of voice, "how original."

He took a last drag of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground to crush under his heel.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

Greed watched the motion, cocking an eyebrow.

"Weeeell, ain't you just the epitome of cool. Nice, casual move there, the cigarette crushin' and all. Just like in the movies."

Hands stuffed in his pockets, he walked towards Walter, stopping 5 feet from him.

"I'll be sportin' and let you make the first move."

He looked Greed over, running over in his head what he knew about his opponent. He had to be strong. He had a bizarrely limitles amount of blood. He had some sort of armor, although Walter didn’t see any. And he had a reputation for pounding the hell out of people. Interesting.

“Will you, now?”

If he was going to get the first lick in, it might as well tell him something about the other man.

Walter jumped, wire flicking out from one hand to wrap a nearby park bench and pick it up to whip the bench at high speed at greed.

A twist of his wrist and the bench turned to shrapnel while Walter landed some tene feet on the other side of where the bench had started on the gound.

Greed merely raised an arm over his eyes, bits of wood pelting his body. A few piece embedded themselves in his flesh, causing him to wince slightly. He meticulously picked the pieces out, casting them onto the ground before him.

"So you're good with those string things of yours. I'm not really a "weapons"-oriented guy. I prefer to feel somebody gettin' crushed under my hands."

He popped a few joints and cracked his knuckles before continuing, "Guess it's my turn, then..."

He exploded from his spot, rushing straight at Walter and throwing a flurry of jabs and hooks at the vampire.

Right. Damage resistence was yes. Still no sign of this armor he’d heard about.

Speed, better than human, it seemed, but nothing to write home about from Walter’s perspective. Still, he wanted to know what Greed was capable of, and that meant letting at least one blow land rather than dodging them all.

If it was more than he could take, he’d just have to keep his distance from then on.

He gauged the onrushing “man’s” attack and let Greed’s charge push him back. He retreated in a dance of twists and backward steps until his fist shot out in a blow meant for Greed’s jaw that left his torso open to the other man’s punches.

That? Hurt.

Walter's punch snapped Greed's head back, dizzying him enough to take a few steps back.

"Not bad. Much stronger than a human, at least. Still not good enough, though. Nothin' short of lethal force is worth usin'."

He dashed over to a nearby lamp-post, ripping it out of the ground and hurling it at his opponent, following in close behind the throw.

"Incomin'!"

“You want lethal force?” Walter leapt well above the makeshift missile and Greed, smirking even as his ribs put themselves back together.

“Please, then, do have some.” Wire spun downward in a virtual whirlwind of silver flashes to circle Greed and start to draw tight.

By the time Greed registered the gleaming wires, they were already tightly bound around his body. He struggled, grunting as the wires bit into him.

"Wha-what the hell?! What the hell are these things MADE out of?!" he snarled, rolling around and trying to struggle out of the tight bonds slicing into his skin, "Get this stupid shit offa' me!"

He jumped at Walter, spinning in the air to throw a round-house kick at him.

"I mean it!" he said, reaching out with his right arm.

Walter grinned, and this time when he bared his teeth, all of them were sharklike and pointed.

He slid smoothly aside, out of Greed’s reach and away from the kick, and used the other man’s momentum to play crack the whip with the wires, jerking them to try to throw him into a nearby tree rather like one might jerk on a yo-yo’s string to change its course.

Greed, of course, being the yo-yo in question.

Greed rolled in the air and hit the tree, absorbing the impact with his legs. The small tree bent back slightly with the force, after which he rolled to the ground faced Walter.

"We'll see how much of this stuff you have!"

Greed began to reel in the line, wrapping himself up more and trying to pull Walter in. He ignored the pain as the wires cut deeper, intent on making his way to the man.

Enough to pull down a skyscraper. Greed would be reeling for a while.

That was, if Walter would permit it for that long.

The vampire jerked again, hard. He’d been reeled in before and he knew what happened on the other side of that.

The memory of the Captain doing that changed his toothsome grin to a glowng red-eyed snarl.

Limbs disconnected as cords sliced through him, his tattered remains scattering with the force applied.

"Damn it!" he gurgled, his head and part of his upper-torso hitting the ground and bouncing behind a bush. He used one stump to hobble behind a tree, alchemical energy crackling around him, as his body regenerated itself.

"That's what I'm talkin' about," he laughed, "My turn now!"

His skin began to change once he finished healing, transforming into a shiny, black substance.

"Try that trick again."

Well, hell. Walter hated when people (other than himself and his Alucard) wouldn’t stay disassembled. It was something to remember for the future.

For the present, he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do about Greed, since this seemed likely to be the armor he’d heard of, although he’d yet to test its efficacy.

If reducing him to component parts wasn’t going to be effective, he might have to work for something more like unconsciousness. Or dropping a building on him. That was generally a good tactic, other than the lack of handily droppable buildings.

Those thoughts flashed through his head and gone before a twitch of his fingers set a pair of strands flying toward the black-armored man.

Greed braced himself and caught the wires, the strand winding around his left arm. He ran forward, following them to the source.

"Not enough!" he growled, leaping forward to try and tackle the speedy foe.

Walter reeled the wire in just as fast as Greed ran, then gave an extra yank, using the wires to give himself a bit of extra lift as he jumped, feet aimed for Greed's head.

Greed's head moved back slightly with the impact, but was otherwise unharmed. A cruel grin split his face as he turn, allowing the feet to slide off his face as he brought his arm up and around, using the turn for extra momentum in his blow.

"That...won't...work...fool!"

Ah well, worth a try. Although the pain as bones broke and broke through his skin in a bloom of blood would make that debatable to some people.

Still, the blood drew back into his body almost as soon as it broke the skin and bones knit back together, leaving Walter with a grin to match Greed’s. This was much better than Millennium’s slapdash work.

He added the momentum of Greed’s strike to his twist to land on his knee on the ground, bracing himself there and pulling on the wire that bound the two of them together to try to jerk him off his feet and into a lamp post that had not yet been uproooted to use as a missle or other weapon.

Greed dropped his body weight and slammed one claw into the earth, anchoring himself when Walter attempted to move him.

"Nice try, amigo, but I'm not COMPLETELY ignorant. I learn quick."

Greed pulled his other hand free of the earth and slashed through the wires with his claws. He dashed in, closing the distance and attempting to dig his claws into his opponent.

A tree wouldn’t be enough to hit this guy with, but Greed had broken their tether.

Which meant that Walter was not about to let those claws dig into him.

The vampire was up off the ground and darting away from Greed in a blink of an eye. It was a bit of a shame to ruin the stone wall that separated the open space where they fought from another section of the parks and grounds, but Walter didn’t hesitate.

Wire flashed, cutting through stone, pulling out chunks and barraging Greed with pieces of wall that ranged in size from cinder block to small boulder.

Greed tensed the muscles in his legs and launched himself after Walter. The bits of rubble glanced off his flesh, aside from the large chunks, which he either batted aside or shattered with his fists.

"You're not losin' me, asshole! I'm still comin'!"

Walter was running low on options at this point, it seemed, other than keeping out of Greed’s way, which also wasn’t really an option, since they’d be dancing for days.

But there was one possible weak spot Walter saw.

Greed certainly did like to open that mouth of his.

It would take the same precision he’d used to bury wire under Luke Valentine’s skin and dance him like a puppet in London, but Walter knew he could do it.

All he needed was another smartass quip from Greed.

“So, are you fucking Radu,” he asked, darting out of the onrushing man’s path again and watching him carefully, “or just want to that you’re so possessive?”

The moment Greed opened his mouth, Walter was ready to fill it with wire to snake down his throat.

"HA HA!" he guffawed, eyes darting to follow the vampire, "Radu is my friend, dick-head. THAT'S why I'm doin' this! Friends protect each other!"

He reached out again, trying to snatch any part of him he could.

And there was Walter’s target. Wire snaked out even as Walter slid away from Greed’s grasping hands and converged on the homunculus’ open mouth.

Greed let out a "GURK" as the wires went down his gullet.

"WHAGH GUH VUGG?!"

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