dear_mun | Still canon-reviewing...

The review is at least going well, I presume?

[Welp, why am I still awake?]

It's thorough. Ten pages worth of electronic paper and counting. But he's reached the part that confuses him the most. He's got some sort of... language dictionary up and has been translating portions from the source material for a while now.

[I don't know, but if you live in America it is advisable that you go to sleep. Unless you have night classes or a night job, in which it is fine.]

They get ridiculously detailed.

[ Really it's fairly simple. ]

[Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Alucard.]

They do. I'd be more grateful if it didn't take so bloody long.

How are you holding up where you got shipped off to?

Mine assures me that careful examination of the details leads to better things.

[ There's an irritated curl of his lips. That might be answer enough. ]

This city is disgusting.

[It is. And it prompts the butler's brow to rise.]

If you say so it must be. Did they tie your hands? I hear it's customary in those setups.

[ Walter, you have no idea and Alucard wishes that he didn't. ]

A mechanism for not only restricting our power but also to render us unconscious should we not play nice.

[ Which he never does, and doesn't plan on anytime soon. ]

Unconscious? You?

[Well, the vampire DOES tend to sleep like a rock at times. But to think that someone would be capable of just knocking him out at will is rather disconcerting.]

Yes.

[ Oh snap. From that tone it sounds like it's happened already.

And he did not like it. ]

I'd rather be killing Nazis.

[Damn it, vampire. Now he's concerned about you.]

I'd rather we be out killing Nazis.

Hnnn. I won't argue. However with both my Master and the Police Girl in residence, I know my incarceration will not be over quickly.

[ Unless he manages to find a way to obliterate the place before they can knock him out. That is always an option. ]

At least a few of residents are entertaining.

I can't imagine that would be enough to sate you.

[And he would be absolutely fine with that place falling to its destruction.]

Have they taken away your gun?

It isn't.

[ It at least kept utter boredom at bay. ]

A gun does one little good without bullets. [ And letting him keep it without any is an insult. ] Of course their attempts at tampering with my mind are as equally annoying.

Tampering with your mind? You mean they can do more than just render you unconscious?

[The idea that his partner could be so vulnerable entirely blows his mind. Hopefully it's a misunderstanding on his part-- but with these games and their rules, who could ever tell?]

Attempts.

[ He feels the need to clarify this. They could try; they might even be temporarily successful, but changing five plus centuries is much harder. ]

For most yes, they can and do with disturbing frequency, and people think the Major is a deranged individual.

They all are.

[He takes offense to the fat man for having the gall to suggest he switch sides, okay? In his mind, they all deserve to burn. Slowly. Painfully.]

I'm glad those bastards haven't changed you, though.

[ Even without the insult, burning slow and painfully are thoughts he can get behind. Especially now. ]

It almost sounds like you doubted, Angel.

[ He's not mad, but definitely amused. Besides this conversation is better than what he'll have to endure when the mundane gets to 'game tagging'. ]

It's not that I doubt you. It's that I don't doubt that muns and their little games will bend and break the rules that by rights oughtn't to be broken.

[Clearly he needs to introduce the vampire to the concept of Molotov cocktails.]

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Of course they bend the rules. Otherwise these games would be a smoldering ruin in a week.

[ Maybe once he gets over these annoying power restrictions. ]

[And there it is; that's the sort of talk he wants to hear. It's enough to stretch an easy smirk across his lips, his limbs sprawling as he makes himself comfortable.]

That long? I know you can do better than that.

I wasn't referring specifically to myself. Without rules for me, they wouldn't last a day.

[ He did, after all destroy two armies in less than a night. ]

I've been assured that I will get my pound or several of flesh.

[ Ahhh there's a happy face. ]

If I were put into such a situation, I'd settle for no less than hundreds. And by the look of it, preferably thousands.

[Walter takes threats to his virginity very seriously.]

I doubt the population numbers in the thousands unless you plan to take out their pets and potted plants as well.

[ His lip twitches. Yes he finds Walter's seriousness over this amusing. ]

I might even pity the person who tried.

Tried what?

[He isn't a mind reader; clairification is needed in this case.]

To steal your virtue.

[ Have an arched brow. Really he had to spell that out? Although maybe it's understandable. ]

Almost pity, but the fallout would still be entertaining.

[ After all Walter's gloves didn't require ammunition - hmm maybe Alucard should have asked to borrow them before getting shipped off. ]

[There were always the unfortunate idiots who would try to stop him to consider.]

Really. No concern for my well-being at all? I should be offended.

[He doesn't sound incredibly offended. More amused because he has utmost faith in being able to handle himself in such a situation like that. But that doesn't mean he can't needle his partner just a bit.]

Have you lost so much of your skill that I need to be concerned?

[ Alucard certainly wasn't above taking a few digs of his own, especially when he wasn't entirely serious. ]

We could always test it and find out.

[Statement? Challenge? Temptation? It could be any of the above-- or more likely, all three combined. He really has been restless lately.]

You're bored.

[ He chuckles low with a tilt of his head. He can appreciate the inanity of that particular state. ]

At your convenience, Angel.

Now those are three little words I thought you would never say.

[Walter is not only bored; he's feeling particularly bold, too-- bold enough to step forward, closing the distance between them until he was virtually looming within the vampire's space.]

Shall we...?

[ Looming - usually it's Alucard who encompassing that particular word and feeling. He's grinning though, wide and with his own brand of 'happy'. ]

We shall.

[ The only warning before Alucard reaches out, intent on snagging his partner by the front of his clothes. ]

[He could let the vampire grab him; but that would be too easy. Instead, the butler takes a half-step back, his right hand rising simultaneously with fingers splayed as he looses his filaments with a metallic whisper resembling that of piano wires; their objective, to cut into that which reaches towards him.

His grin is wide; manic as he moves in effort to widen the space between them once again. Eyes open and dancing with mischief and delight, he feels much like a kitten at play.

This is just what he needed.]

Let's see if you're still as fast as I remember!!

[ The bite of the strings rings through the vampire's body. While he recognized it as pain he did not feel it as a hurt; something to reject. It only caused a fiery reaction; the surge of pleasure, blood blistering in his veins.

Just like that the vampire's expression changed and twisted into the fiercest of joy. This is what he lived for. A mirror of his partner's expression even when the wires sever his hand. ]

This dance was - [ The vampire shoots forward, weaving around the tightened net of strings. ] - the dance of death. [Voice echoing darkly, his severed appendage liquefies. ] They danced it for the wretched - [ Dark blood races towards the vampire darting as partner, eyes keen for the merest flick of Walter's wrists. ] - of the earth, that they might witness - [ Gloved fingers curl into a fist right before it hurtles towards Walter's chest. ] - their own wretchedness .

[ Well someone's been wandering the library again. ]

[The flick of wrists and fingertips come as the vampire expects, the wires closing in from the side like a recoiling whip even as his fist comes towards Walter's chest. But though Walter's hands are quick enough to keep up, the rest of his body is the slightest bit slower in comparison. As he steps into the attack, the clenched hand makes contact at his sternum-- but a glancing contact instead of a square blow; the last-second manoeuvre has allowed his body to shift at just enough of an angle to avoid the full force of the impact.

The fist scrapes along his chest, from the sternum to the muscle over his heart before the angle is steep enough to break the contact. His tie has been rendered askew, two buttons of his shirt torn from their anchoring threads. It hurts-- and it's definitely going to leave a nasty bruise, but at least he's still on his feet.

The wires of his right hand close in, and he joins them from the reverse direction with the loosing of the filaments from his left; a net greatly improved over the reactionary movement from just before.]

Damn it, I have gotten rusty!!

[ And it's a good thing that Walter is still as fast as he is. A normal partner might temper his blows in a fight meant to entertain, Alucard isn't by any means normal. He will not go easy on Walter and expects the youth to deal him the same courtesy. In fact he'll demand it; trapped in the hell he's in, Alucard needs this.

Yet he knows Walter's ploy; a net through which the vampire's size becomes a massive liability. He can move around it, dissolve his body and become shadow and mist, but where in that is the fun at all? So instead his hands tangle in the ones closest and the vampire sets about pulling them apart. The filaments bite through the glove and into hands, leaving trails of blood in their wake. ]

Are you getting soft, Angel?

[ He taunts even as he's seeking to move through the wires and straight at Walter again. He cares little if Walter manages to cut him apart before the No Life King can cross the distance. ]

[Walter's nerves sing with the recognition of tension as the wires catch, the thrill releasing serotonin in his mind and flooding him with a rising sense of euphoria, the irksome details shifting immediately to the back of his mind as the vampire continues to advance and the wires grow ever tauter, cutting deeper and deeper into the giving flesh.

But he doesn't just cut through. No, just simply cleaving through the vampire's hands or arms would do little more than remove the barrier between them. Furthermore, it would be a repeat of his initial action, and doing the same thing over and over just wouldn't cut it in this situation. He wanted more. The provocation brings so many replies to mind, but as his fingers twitch to snake the wires that can loose up to his partner's neck nothing seems more adequate or more appropriate a testament to his resolve than to cut off the vampire's head.]

And just what is that supposed to mean?

[ Wires sharp and lethal loop around his neck and even though Walter hasn't applied tension, hasn't cut into him, the vampire does. He presses more between the narrow opening that he's created in the net and the thin strands cut into his neck. The sensation travels through him leaving nothing but exhilaration in its wake.

He doesn't stop even though he knows what Walter means to do. Alucard never does.

However he does draw the heavy Casull, a glint silver right before he's shooting at the wires holding his neck in the web Walter wove. No he doesn't care if the youth cuts off his head, or his hands, or arms. They'll come back. However, he has to keep the Angel on his toes. ]

It means my head is still attached.

[The movement of the weapon as it is drawn is more than enough forewarning for Walter to react. With practiced ease he prompts the wires to shift, angling them so that they cleave the fired bullets apart rather than opting to move them out of the way, the filaments perfectly able to take the stress. The only thing he needs to worry about in regards to the gun is if it is turned on him directly. He can prepare for it-- make a net of wires to cover himself in the event the barrel of the gun ended up pointing towards him-- but Walter isn't one to rely on defense unless the immediate need for it arises.

Besides, as he sees it, the vampire is practically begging him to cut off his head; goading the butler, pressing into the sharp filaments even as he shoots at them. It rings as a taunt; a challenge, one might say, perhaps to see if he had the balls to go through with it.

Without hesitation, Walter applies tension, and pulls.]

Is it?

[ He feels sensations that should be pain fire through his body when the wires snap tight. They cut and deeply until sure enough the vampire's head does fall off. However the body doesn't stop moving even as it liquefies and merges with what had once been his head. From that rolling, viscous mass that keeps turning darker, Alucard's hand - still holding the Casull - shoots free, closer now as it fires it's ordinance directly at Walter this time.

Oh he knew the Angel could and would, Alucard just had to push him enough to get there. ]

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/yawn/ good morning

Good morning! I just stayed up all night translating Japanese. I have no life.

You are a far more dedicated person than I :')

I am a research fiend. It's like a compulsion.

Gah - slow Kate is slow DX

I'd say it's more like perfect timing!

I'll take it!

By the way, if you have any questions about how I write the 'wires', don't hesitate to ask!

I will!