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[therailtracer]

Who: Vino, Nagi - open to Genkaku and the mansion's residents
Where: Liebert Mansion
When: Night hours
Summary: Vino is looking for damaged goods
Rating: R
Other: Ma~ggot ma~ggot

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[striginae]

The air thick with screams, tainted with the putrid scent of blood and fouler things -- too many noises, too many colors, too many bodies in too little a space. There was no way he could form any clear thought past this overwhelming wall of sensation and the lingering effects of the drugs, no way that he could consider anything logically any more. Not once these floodgates had opened and every single switch turned OFF. All that mattered was the hatred, the fury, the bitter despair that burned his chest inside out, tearing through his lungs, coursing through his veins. (What right do any of you have to live?)

He was only vaguely aware of the coils of viscera that rained down on him, a length of intestine hitting his shoulder and sliding down to the ground, a lump of torn flesh plastering itself against his side. A pause, a glance, and fingers picked at the muscle fibers and tendons for a moment -- before grasping it tight and pulling it away. Ignoring the carpet of red stains that now marred his figure. Blood leaked from the gaps between his fingers, dripping to the ground, and when the vice-grip tightened around his shoulder, he whirled around to face Genkaku, blood forming a haphazard arc of splatters against the pavement.

No words. No coherency. No trace left of the calm and composed person he'd forced himself to be -- all there was those pale eyes was a true and feral rage. An anger that was clearly reflected in the red orbs that swirled around him, bristling wildly -- tearing through the air without hesitation. The area was near empty now, each and every civilian who'd come to watch either torn apart by the explosions or gunned down -- and Nagi staggered, turned, directed the frigid glare at where Genkaku and the other redhead were facing off. (I'll kill you, too. You, you, you caused this, you deserve to die more than anyone, I'll tear you apart, you and your god, I'll kill you, I'll kill you --)

But before he could take that step forward, his knees buckled -- and Nagi faltered, doubling over, breathing coming in hoarse pants that were too shallow and too quick. He nearly regained his balance, almost, but not quite -- and he hit the ground in a tangle of limbs, coughing, choking, gasping for breath. Skin pale and cold beneath the wash of blood and other fluids. Shivering, shaking -- his body crashing, consciousness starting to shut down. Under normal circumstances, this use of his ability would have been dismissible, but here and now, his limbs still riddled with unhealed bulletholes and contaminated drugs poisoning his veins, it had been too much. Everything blurred, melting together, and the rage was quickly draining out of his eyes, leaving a gaze that was hollow, empty -- perhaps it was better this way.

[soulparadox]

What had Genkaku said to him, though cruel as it was, was enough to snap Nataku out of his reverie. "Papa." His good hand reached out to grab onto his ribbon, imbuing it with what little enchantment was left in his body. It sprung back to life immediately and snapped up to wrap itself around his body, over each injury that he had sustained since he began his pursuit of Nagi. Though, the material of the ribbon had gathered a bit of grit and dirt from lying on the sidewalk, which naturally got into his still bleeding wounds. It made the experience of wrapping himself in it rather uncomfortable as he could feel the small rocks dig into those cuts.

Still, it was all he had and so the ribbon continued to tighten itself around him to make makeshift bandages. (Of course the one over his eye almost obstructed the view with his good eye just because of how wide the ribbon was.) Perhaps, he should have done this first instead of allowing himself to lose so much blood and ribbon gotten so dirty, but there was no helping that now. The ends elongated farther than they normally would be able to in order to slam into the concrete sidewalk to act as a proper anchor as the rest pulled him up into a standing position. It was like being his own puppet master and puppet - with the irony completely lost on the child.

Bowing his head slightly, either because he was too tired to keep it up or true humility, he apologized to his big brother. Even though, it would seem that his dear elder brother was no longer listening to him but engaging in rather violent activities. "I am sorry for my delay of getting up." Nataku had missed seeing the other redhead try to hurt Genkaku or would have led more assistance in keeping that person away while his big brother massacred the innocent civilians. That person would not have been allowed to interfere with his fun. Though, the boy wondered how much fun it could be if the other people could not fight back. It probably was that Alucard seemed to not be playing much with the monk that said monk had to make do with other people.

The ribbon ends continued to penetrate the sidewalk and drag his tired body forward. He had seen Nagi fall and wanted to know if the man was all right. Regardless, if he had just been yelled at, he had been given the task to look after him. Dropping himself down to get a good look at Nagi, he allowed himself something of a breather. His chest aching with each breath, and each gasp of air coming out some labored, horrid sound. It lasted just a second though as he recalled what Genkaku had told him just a few moments prior about Johan's disappointment if he did not start to act. "Nagi, are you all right?" A shattering sound as one of the ribbon ends pulled itself up out of the concrete - thus making Nataku's current stance and balance even more vicarious - to reach out and poke the man's shoulder in order to get his attention.

[therailtracer]

The surreal scene unfolding before him in form of innards catapulting through the street did not distract him now that he had set his mind. Still Vino did not persist on assaulting the key antagonist of all this despair, Genkaku in favor of observing how each character behaved in his play. Vino thought their reactions very eccentric but not beyond his understanding. He began to address the people in turn. He glanced to Nagi with a pitying smile and evenly commented, "You're a weak man, much too weak... Broken down to this disgraceful state. I will definitely kill you so long as you make yourself a hazard."

Vino's face, swathed with blood, turned to the next participant in the show, Nataku. He set on casual stroll toward him, smiling thinly through the mask of red liquid. His judgement was: "Mm... You're the most confounding of the three - but that does not mean I will not kill you." He rose his forefinger by his own visage, like presenting a point. "You are not human, yeah? It's a silly accusation, but I'm correct, aren't I?" The individual adhered to orders not unlike a trained beast, both amusing and sad to the assassin. The noise of bullets ripping through flesh and clatter of shells drumming the concrete drew his gaze away. Genkaku. The moment of deliverance did not need to be postponed any longer.

To an untrained eye Vino's movement mirrored the concept of shadow stepping: his physique vanished to appear at the next designated location - however there was no trickery involved, Vino movements were simply outstandingly quick. The bulky contraption directed at him presented minimal threat as he dashed at Genkaku in a zigzag pattern. Vino halted by the barrel and forced the aim askew with a boot of his shoe. "....." The redhead smiled and threw a fist at the monk's face.