entrancelogs | Punishment

Who: Joachim and Walter
Where Seventh floor, Joachim's room
When: After the last event.
Rating: Violence, most likely
Summary: Walter still thinks Joachim should be punished.
the Story:

Such an uproar his little meal had caused, but Joachim could hardly worry about it. After all, what could those petty little mortals do to him? He was a vampire. He couldn't help he was placed higher on the food chain than those lowly humans were. How dared they?! How dared they even deny him to feed?!

Did those rats honestly expect him to starve?! He was no longer obligated to feed on rats. The vampire wasn't going to pass up on such an opportunity.

Joachim sat alone in his darkened room, the curtains conveniently blocking out any sunlight. His eyes were in no need of light to properly see, after all. His gaze rested on one of his swords, admiring its craftsmanship while oblivious to the one approaching his room.

So many treats, yet none of them was carried out thus far.

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All is calm, for the moment. After all, what should such a vampire like Joachim have to worry about? Just some humans.

Nothing. At all. To worry about.

However, he may note that there's the distinct noise of an engine running, vibrating behind his door.

vvvvrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm

Abruptly, the vampire's door begins to shatter into splinters as a chainsaw tears into it.

VVVVVVRRRRRRRMMMMMMM!

Joachim raised a silver eyebrow as he heard the unfamiliar sound nearing. The vampire hailed from an era of feudal lords and crusades, therefore wasn't quite familiar with some kind of 'engine'. However, this mansion had its share of absurdities, so he didn't think too much of the noise.

Until the source of the strange noise began shattering his door, at least.

He stood up abrubtly, five swords immediately floating at his side.

Who dared showing up here and shatter his door?!

After the chainsaw finishes tearing through the door, a foot kicks down what remains of the wood, and stepping through with a calm smile on his face is Walter Sullivan.

Not that Joachim or Walter (this one) have ever met before, not face-to-face.

But they will now.

"Vampire?" Walter calls out, just to check.

Well. ... The swords should be a hint of power, at least.

His gaze rested on the odd device in the man's hands before looking at him straight in the eyes.

"That's right." Joachim replied, not seeing the point in denying it. After all, what could such a silly little mortal do to him?

"And who are you?!" The vampire questioned, his tone obviously indicating he was looking down on the man who dared breaking through his door. He had an idea, yet he hadn't met the person in question face-to-face thus far.

"Thought so." From his coat, the murderer takes out a gun. He has silver bullets loaded, but... if that doesn't work.

Well. He has something else he can use. Vampires, monsters, and ghosts seem to differ from world to world. Silver bullets just happen to work well on the nightmares he's from.

"Walter. Walter Sullivan."

He smiles much more sharply. "We're going to get to know each other, vampire."

Without another word, he begins to shoot at Joachim.

"Oh, so you're the sniveling little rat." Joachim scoffed as he watched Walter taking out another foreign-looking item and aiming it at him. Joachim had no idea what kind of 'weapon' this man was wielding or what kind of projectiles were coming out of it, so he wasn't prepared for the bullets heading into his direction. He instinctively dodged to the left, but a bullet scraped his arm.

It burned... Perhaps these projectiles were made of Holy Water or silver?

With a mere flick of his wrist, one of his swords floated in front of him, serving as some kind of defense while another lashed out at Walter.

[ooc; hope you don't mind Joachim fighting back a little?]

Really, Walter doesn't have to dodge the swords. Oh yes, he still feels the pain -- but like he's done to Dante, he'd rather make a point.

He grins at Joachim as the sword slashes into his chest, enough to make blood splattered to the floor and decorate the wall.

Walter stumbles to a knee, but he waits a moment, letting the wound bind itself back together.

"Well. Now that I've gotten that out of the way." He turns his head, cracking his neck a little. "Let's carry on, then, shall we?"

Chainsaw rumbling and whirring, Walter charges in far more eagerly at Joachim, grinning a bit more madly at him.

[ooc: Of course not. :x]

Truthfully, Joachim hadn't expected this to happen. Those lowly humans didn't regenerate! Vampires did! Other creatures did! Humans didn't! But, then again, hadn't this man said that he wasn't human?

Damn it!

His eyes narrowed slightly as Walter came closer with that odd device. Floating backwards, he summons all of his swords to lash out to Walter at the same time. Perhaps multiply wounds would prove fatal?

The blades slice. Oh, they dice. Limbs might even be hacked off.

For a moment, Walter falls to the floor, bleeding and unmoving. It seems that Joachim is successful in defeating the murderer.

That is, until he twitches and begins to stand again, regenerating whatever's been lost, whatever needs to be remade.

He grins at Joachim.

He raises his gun and begins to fire those silver bullets again as he approaches.

Joachim smirked as he watched the man's body fall on the floor, unmoving. All talk, no action after all.

However, victory wasn't his yet as the body began regenerating once again. The smirk previously on his lips changed into an expression of shock. What was this thing?!

And again the projectiles were fired, hitting him in his shoulder. The silver material burned in his skin as his hand reached desperately to tear the bullets out.

"Are you feeling it yet? The panic?" Walter asks, a little too cheerfully. "Did you enjoy their deaths? Oh yes. One must eat -- but one must not be gluttonous. Don't you know, gluttony is a sin?"

He smiles, swinging his chainsaw to knock away the swords as he continues to fire bullets at Joachim, only pausing to reload.

"Perhaps this will teach you a lesson, vampire. Choose your prey more wisely. And use it well."

"Shut up!! How dare you!" Joachim snarled, teeth clenching as more silver bullets hit his skin. How could this happen?! He was a vampire! A race superior above these lowlife scum! His swords barely had any effect!

The silver burned in his body, only prove of the unholy creature he was. The material did a good job of weakening the vampire, as he couldn't remove the bullets as fast as they hit his body.

"Mark my words! You will pay dearly for this!!"

As Walter comes closer, he smiles wider and wider, raising his gun and pressing it to Joachim's forehead.

"How do you intend on doing this? When I am not nearly as weak as yourself?" he asks, amused. "Regardless, this is punishment. Die, as they have."

Without another word, he pulls the trigger.

Before Joachim could utter some sort of reply, it happened. The silver bullet pierced through his skull with ease, blood and gore hitting the opposite walls.

But as vampires 'died', they didn't become a corpse as usual humans. They weren't mortal after all, so the laws of mortality didn't apply on his kind. Instead, he turned to ash, nothing more than a pile of dust on the floor. The swords seemed to have disappeared along with its owner...

...for now.

[ooc; something else actually happened when he died in canon, kinda disappeared or something, but I'm not exactly sure to describe it with my vocabulary so I'm going with ash instead :x Let's blame it on the mansion XD]

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