Log; Ongoing

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

When; May 30th, Late
Rating; It'll end up R for violence, that's for sure.
Characters; Rorschach not_walter and Muraki Kazutaka roy_de_epee
Summary; Retribution, Rorschach style. Rorschach hunts down and punishes Muraki for being a bad, bad man.
Log;

Rorschach stood in the darkness, waiting. He watched, knowing that his prey would soon come. Scum. Multiple offenses.

It would lack the normal sort of surprise Rorschach preferred. He patted his pockets. Grapple gun. Can of beans and opener. Sugar cubes. Not much of an arsenal.

But it was enough for Rorschach. More than enough.

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[roy-de-epee.livejournal.com]

Running won't help. And such the lifeless voice he heard speaking those three little words. Ha, running did help - the wise man was the one to say that no problem is too formidable not to walk away from. But it was merely the choice - to stay, to go? Muraki paused, his back turned to the person addressing him. His pursuant, he guessed easily. And casually did he look over his shoulder, smirking patronisingly back.

"Oh, is that so?" he replied. "I wonder why that is." A vigilante - again, another easy guess. Too many liked to follow him, and he had learned the identifiable signs of such a type. It was, honestly, becoming a touch too boring. Talk of justice was enough to make him feel slightly nauseous.

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

"Only delays the inevitable," Rorschach said. He continued to walk forward.

[roy-de-epee.livejournal.com]

It was then that he could get a decent look at the one who was following him. Trench coat, fedora, and... a mask. A black and white mask. How cute - he had seen these sorts of people before in American comics. Someone was just a little too voracious in their comic appetite, it seemed.

Muraki laughed to himself - trailed by a superhero, what irony - and then turned around. And then he was facing the man directly, smirking confidently as a click directed attention to his revolver that now pointed at the pursuer. "Ah, do we have a stalker in our midst?" Playfully did he lift that gun into the air, and the barrel was pointed right at the other man's interesting mask. One bullet to the head... that was all it took.

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

Rorschach paused. His mask changed again, the black and white spots reforming into a new pattern.

"Same with the gun," he said.

[roy-de-epee.livejournal.com]

It was beginning to irritate him how simplistic this speech was from the other man. Doing nothing, saying nothing... what was the object of this game, here? Muraki hated to be kept waiting for such answers; the gun remained aimed upon that mask, and it cocked as he advanced a few steps.

"Awfully rude not to introduce yourself, Mr Stalker." His irritation hardly showed, although his voice had grown cold though mocking in tone. "Strange men from alleys aren't a good sign, y'know."

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

"Rorschach," he said. He knew it wouldn't make the same sort of fear it did back in NYC. But that was the point of this excercise... to let him be known again.

He reached his hand into a pocket. Filled his palm with pepper.

[roy-de-epee.livejournal.com]

Rorschach. Like the psychological test. Ah, now the mask made sense - Muraki laughed once more, still keeping his aim. He was tempted to shoot, but... pepper? That was the defence he was up against?

Or was it something more?

"And what does Rorschach want from me~?"

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

"You've killed people. And worse," Rorschach said, still in that monotone.

And then, with a fine tuned athleticism, Rorschach flung the pepper at Muraki's eyes, and leapt to the side.

[roy-de-epee.livejournal.com]

The pepper got into his eyes - dammit, he should have known better. His eyes stung... and for the briefest of moments did he think he heard a gunshot. The gun still remained in his hand, but he had to take a step or three back, hissing in slight pain.

A vigilante. His instincts hadn't proved wrong - he was a vigilante, likely hearing stories of injustice. And now he came to eliminate him as a threat...? Dammit, and he knew that that pepper would last a significant amount of time. He should have shot the guy instantaneously. Now, he couldn't open his eyes.

Focus on other things beside sight. His eyes stung, true, and he felt like sneezing, but he kept those eyes shut and listened for the breathing. Then he aimed and fired.

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

Rorschach felt the bullet rip past his arm, grazing the shoulder. He fumbled for a second, then pulled his grapple-hook gun. It wasn't meant as a weapon, but right now he needed to work quickly. He fired, the gas powered hook (with pointed end) aimed right for Muraki's chest.