paradisa | 009//Dictated

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[The sight of a man in a well-tailored suit carrying a katana might not be as uncommon in the castle as it would be elsewhere, but the look of pure, unadulterated rage on Vicious' face is probably enough to warn off all but the most cavalier of people. He's looking for something, and when he finds it, the journal picks up on it as well.]

Spike.

[There's a lot of venom behind that shouted name, and then the sounds of someone doing their best to dismantle a door with their bare hands and the occasional aid of a sword.]

[OOC: Feel free to run into him before he makes it to his destination, if you'd like a character infected, or are just looking for a very wrathful encounter.]

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[Listening over the journals, wow this guy sounds pissy]

...Hello?

[There's a pause as he's distracted from his anger at the door being in his way to his annoyance at the interruption from the journal instead]

What do you want?

[If tone of voice could kill... well.]

Wow, what is WITH everypony?

You called me, dude.

...Unnnless you mean the other Spike.

Actually, you're kinda angry so it probably is that other Spike. He bring that out in people.

I'm not looking for you.

[Although if he found him, it wouldn't be nice, so it's probably best Vicious has no idea where the little dragon is.]

[He will hide forever. This is his plan]

Jeez, yeah got that loud and clear. No need to be a jerk about it.

[Oh no. Not good. Not good at all.]

Vicious? What's wrong?

[The door must be sturdy, because it's still taking a beating, even as he replies.]

He's not answering.

[Because that's totally a reason to kick down someone's door. He certainly doesn't sound a thing like his usual, dispassionate self.]

He may not even be there, you know.

What did he do? [Because Spike had to have set him off somehow, though he didn't get nearly his angry when Spike hit him]

He's here.

[And that snarled response seems to be the only answer he's giving to either comment. He doesn't want to be distracted from his goal.]

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I was aware of that...

[He just sighs, because he's gotten the feeling something here is off. More off than normal, anyway.]

Do me a favor and don't die.

Don't worry. I'm not the one dying today.

[And there's the sharp 'crack' of a door giving up the ghost. Good luck getting his attention now.]

[No, he already kind of gave up on that, but he's still not pleased by this turn of events.

Seriously, castle? He really hates you.]

I guess a lack of murder is too much to ask...

[Oh well...]

[ Where's his popcorn so he can listen to this... ]

[Hi, Vicious. Have an athletic redhead with knives. Not really who you were looking for, but he seems pretty excited to see you.]

You look as though you seek a fight.

[He stops short. This is not the bounty hunter he's looking for. But he does look good for stabbing. Decisions.]

You're in my way.

[Which is good enough reason to lob a throwing knife at his shoulder, really.]

[Oh, you seem fun. More fun than most of the people he's run into, anyway. He dodges the knife easily enough, letting it hit the floor of the hallway instead. He's got knives of his own, but he's rather get up close and personal, so he ducks in to try for a grapple]

[He's not quite as quick as his old partner, and certainly not as fast as this man, but Vicious makes up for it with planning, and lets Shatterstar get in close before another knife slides into his hand to swipe out at his chest]

[This guy really seems to like knives. That's cool, 'Star can get down with that. The knife misses him by a bare centimeter as he dodges back out of the way. Clearly he's going to have to be a little more careful in his next approach - though that doesn't stop him from giving the man a smile that is just shy of manic.]

[This fight probably called for a little strategy on his part, but Vicious wasn't in the mood, so rather than taking a moment to reassess, he simply pressed forward again even as Shatterstar dodges back.]

[Definitely to the point, there. Shatterstar uses his speed and a little bit of acrobatic flair to flip over and behind him, aiming a kick at his back before the other man can turn around]

[Vicious manages to work out what's going on in enough time to turn partially away from the kick, though it still makes him stumble forward a few steps before he turns around, still swinging out with that knife]

[This would be a rare time when Spike is in his room; between the sickness going around and the thieves who liked to clean him out whenever there's an opportunity, it was enough to alert him to stay nearby. He was just in the middle of scanning the journal when that voice came through -- partly through the pages, and echoed past his door.

... Well, that speeds things up. Inelegant for Vicious, but the castle probably has something to do with it. Not that he has time to wonder. He doesn't move to answer, just grabs his gun and quickly checks the magazine. Then he ducks behind the one corner in the room and counts the seconds before that door breaks down.]

[Either there's only so much abuse even magic castle doors can take, or Paradisa itself decides enough is enough, because one final kick splinters the door near the lock, and it goes sailing inward.

That just leaves Vicious standing in the doorway looking more disheveled than usual and ready to maim the first person he sees.]

[The mirror on his far wall doesn't provide a perfect reflection of the hall, but he can't see anyone else standing beside him ready to shoot up the room once the door busts open. That makes things less complicated. Although... it's been a long time since he's seen that look on Vicious' face. He was starting to think he never would.

The way things keep going, it almost makes him feel sorry for his neighbors. He already knows there's nothing he can do to avoid making a mess. Magic infection or not, it was bound to happen eventually.

Once that's decided, he takes a step out into the open. He keeps his gun lowered at his side, but still visible, like a silent invitation.]

Done sneaking around, Vicious?

[Normally, he would be content to trade remarks before getting down to the business of trying to kill his old partner, but not today. Today, there is nothing holding his rage in check, so he offers no words in reply, simply raising his sword and charging in, instead.]

[That answers that question.

Vicious' sudden rush forward manages to throw Spike off guard nearly long enough for his mistake to matter, and he wears a strained smirk as he quickly raises the gun again, preparing to fire -- it's all he can do to deflect a sword that might be slashing out at him. He always did like having his attention.]

[Vicious' sense of self-preservation in the face of potential gunfire was questionable at the best of times, and today, he clearly just did not care.

Confined spaces were hardly well suited for swinging a sword, either, but he did anyway, swiping out as Spike as he tried to keep Spike trapped in the room.]

[Instead of throwing away a bullet, he jumps back in what little room he has behind him, just barely missing the blade. Then he's grabbing a nearby chair and flipping it forward, attempting to use that moment to move to a better position in the small space before he gets himself trapped in a corner.

Can't make it too easy on him.]

[The chair is an irritating obstacle, forcing him back for a moment to try another angle of attack, though he's doing his best to keep his back to the door so Spike stays penned in the room.

If push comes to shove, he'll abandon the sword altogether, but for now he lunges around the chair to take another swing at Spike.]

[Spike only gets a few extra feet between them before Vicious slashes out again, this time grazing his shoulder and sending the scent of blood into the air. It gives Spike the momentum to pull the trigger on his gun, shooting off two rounds in his direction while he grabs the end of a couch that's in the way of where he'd like to have been before he fired.

Still too close. The grin returns on his face through his annoyance that this is where he decided to confront him. Then he ducks and make another play towards the hallway.]

[First blood. That pleases him, but while he avoids the first bullet, the second tears through the side of his coat, and there's a sharp pain where it leaves a rent in the skin. Annoying, but not enough to slow him down.

The furniture is getting irritating, though. Instead of trying to dodge around the couch this time, he just goes up and over it, and after Spike.]

[Whatever the castle did, it's making it harder for Spike to get into their familiar rhythm; more like getting in the way of someone's blind fury. He grabs a nearby lamp off a table and throws it in the path of his sword, dropping a curtain inside the already dim room.

That leaves the light spilling in from the splintered door, and the short run to get there.]

[He ends up tangled in the lamp for a moment, flinging it into a wall when he finally gets himself free.

Well, that was no good. Spike was going to get away from him at this rate, before he could even get his hands on him properly. He wasn't about to give up, though, and dove on after him, making a wild, one-handed swing with the katana as he did so.]

[Spike doesn't reach the hall when the sword swings too close -- he brings his gun hand up reflexively, but instead of deflecting the blade, he only manages to get his arm in the way. Warm blood spills down to his elbow, but he manages to keep hold of the gun, and he flashes his teeth in the dark.

He stops retreating. If Vicious is that far gone, he'll take advantage; Spike's hand comes back down and he tries to see how many shots he can get off before Vicious has time to swing again.]

[There's a strange feeling of joy in the midst of his rage. This, this is what he's wanted, all he ever, truly wants. They could dance this dance a thousand times, and he would never tire of the satisfaction that comes with trying to kill this man.

But he's too caught up in that moment to notice Spike's change in tactics, and it takes a bullet to the arm to jolt him back to that reality. Far from fatal, but it's a wound that's going to keep him from fighting as effectively now.

He corrects for his misstep, dropping the katana for now in favor of his bare hands. He's supposed to be trying to infect others--that imperative sits at the back of his mind, still--but he would much, much rather wrap his hands around Spike's neck and strangle him, if given half a chance.]

[Even after all those years, Spike understands exactly what Vicious is trying to get out of him. By the time he starts going at him barehanded, the part of Spike that was still tempted by the offer came to the forefront, and he stops his fire.

Once he is close enough, Spike kicks his leg at his approximation of where Vicious' jaw might appear, and keeps his good arm in front of him. If he'd rather grapple with him, Spike doesn't mind indulging.]

[The kick glances off his jaw, slowing his momentum, but one benefit of the nearly mindless rage that has caught hold of him is the fact that he barely registers the pain, and he just keeps moving. Spike isn't running now, which is good.

When it comes to unarmed combat, he's not half as good as Spike, but he's not worried about that, really. He just lashes out, trying to get a handful of jacket so he can drag Spike in closer.]

[In a claustrophobic place like this, Spike doesn't have the space to avoid his grasp when Vicious comes raging back. It winds up giving him a nice view of the crazed look in his eyes -- a different kind than usual. Almost enough to be disturbing.]

The castle really did a number on you.

[He gets a good handful of Spike's shirt and jacket, and then uses the momentum to slam him backwards towards the wall]

It's given me another chance to kill you.

[Spike keeps his head from cracking on the wall; it barely even makes him miss a beat in their conversation.]

How many chances do you need?

[His free hand isn't working so well, what with the bullet wound and all, but that doesn't stop him from going for Spike's throat with it while the other stays locked on his clothing.]

As many as it takes.

[They can kill each other over and over forever, so far as he's concerned.]

[Even being the saner of the two men in this room, Spike finds the humor in that promise. He's been expecting that all along.

It's not a few seconds after Vicious' hand closes on his throat that Spike's knee shoots upward, aiming to hit hard while he has the opening. -- Just because he expects it, doesn't mean he's going to make it easy. They'd never be satisfied any other way.]

[He's already half expecting the move, because he knows how Spike fights, and that's enough to let him get away from most of the impact, although he has to let Spike go, in the process. Definitely not a welcome disruption of his plans.]

[That's all he needs to come swinging with his good arm. Apparently the plan to get out in the open temporarily drifted by the wayside. Now a messy, half-crazed, brawl to the death seems like an awfully good stress reliever.]

[He took the blow, though he might have been able to avoid it, because avoiding meant giving up more ground, and that just wasn't on his agenda today. Instead, he just ignored the pain and tried to get a grip on Spike again, any way he could.]

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action; one wrathful-ish encounter coming right up.

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