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[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday, July 19th, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Clow Reed (i_themagician) and Rorschach (not_walter)
Summary; Angry over Blitza's murder, Clow tries his own hand at vigilanteism.
Log;

He wore no mask, confident that he had little to fear and no one to hide from as he sat on the doorstep of one of the more vocal and self-righteous vigilantes in the City. Clow was calm on the exterior, his casual demeanor missing only the bottle of sake that was his accessory the last time he paid someone such a visit. He leaned against the door, counting the ticks of the clock to his quarry's projected arrival.

Tick.

Tock.

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[not-walter.livejournal.com]

There was no mask on the other man, either. Rorschach was not on the prowl... it was Walter Kovacs, quiet anonymous doomsayer doing his daily work. A sign propped over his shoulder declared the 'End is Nigh'.

He was not entirely unsuspecting, however.

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

The ticking again, as it had all week, failed to warn Clow of the approaching company. It did not stop, creating a sort of dissonance for Clow between what was seen and what was heard, and continuing to be the dominant sound in his head as he stood to greet the man.

"Hello, Walter," came the warm and yet dark voice - the kind often reserved, in movies, for names like 'Clarice'. "Or should I say, Rorschach?"

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

He froze, ready to swing the sign as a weapon if needed.

"You have me at a disadvantage." The voice was monotone, cold.

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

A smile. "I know."

Clow didn't happen to have brought his sword this time, either - it seemed a bit overkill to him.

"I expect that any physical violence will be initiated by yourself, but just the same," he added, moving to take a baseball-sized device out of one of the inner pockets of his trenchcoat, "my suggestion is that you come quietly."

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

"Come where?" is the question asked. He rolled up onto the balls of his feet. He'd run, soon. He just needed to make a distraction.

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

"To the police station," was the answer. Clow may have been aware of the redhead's intent to run, may even have already known that he wouldn't catch him this time. Still, despite the mental images of cornered animals lashing out that flooded into his mind as he did so, he approached the other man. His movement was neither slow nor sudden, but he walked around Walter as if attempting to get on the other side of him and block his escape.

"You're not above the consequences of murder, Walter, regardless of what excuses for it you may come up with."

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

"Killed. Not murder."

Rorschach knew what Clow was doing. He took one swing with the sign, going for the legs. Just to hinder him, to make his escape easier. Whether or not it connected, he was running. Fast and far.

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

Clow dodged, but the time it took to do that was still enough to give Walter a head start. He took off after the man, not feeling it necessary to cheat and use magic to chase after him just yet, dashing in order to get close enough to reliably throw the device in his hand.

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

Rorschach himself turned a corner right as the device was thrown, hurtling himself down the steps haphazardly. His legs would hurt for days, but he wasn't going to let himself be caught.

[i-themagician.livejournal.com]

The device isn't built to boomerang back to its user upon a miss, but a quick spell fixes that. Advantage or not, this isn't going to be easy, is it? Clow turns the corner himself and jumps off the top step, landing perhaps more gracefully than Walter did. However, the jury is still out on whether he used magic to jump that far or if his legs will also be hurting tomorrow.

"You can't run forever, you know."

[not-walter.livejournal.com]

Rorschach didn't stop running, even if he stumbled a bit from the pain.

He didn't waste his breath on a comeback. He'd have to cover his tracks. Set up somewhere else. Come back later, get his face back.