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First off, I know, February was months ago, this is just a picture I hadn't gotten the time to color that I have now.

It's a follow up to my previous Valentines Day picture involving Rorschach from Watchmen, and Elektra the Assassin.

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He's been on the trail of a Greek trafficking crime boss, who's been making international success with the Yakuza in Susukino Japan. He knows they hold the key to something behind the interlocking world lines causing his world to clash with another, and their heroes and villains.

On principle he'd be going after them anyway, but if the scum of his world has a chance to shake hands with the scum of another, why not chop off both of them at the wrists.

In doing so he discovers someone tailing him, tracking him, not one of his team. A stalker? Or an admirer, an admirer of his work in particular....but who would ever?

RORSCHACH'S JOURNAL:

"February 15th 2015. Greek Mob Boss, Carmine Loukas, one of the few kingpin's seemingly unaffected by the recent world collision. Been on his scent ever since Boston, getting closer, he knows it. Every attempt I've made to squeeze him's resulted in him slipping away like trying to make a fist around a fly buzzing in your ear. The more I pursue, the more it becomes apparent he's no ordinary cartel runner, no ordinary trafficker. They all bleed the same though.

Februrary 16th 2015

The more bodies pile up, the more questions outweigh them. I nearly died tonight. Would have if someone hadn't beheaded the China man with the Gatling gun. Most certainly my admiring stalker. Still unclear as to who she is, although the why's becoming more apparent. Clearly she delves from an innate sense of justice, one which aligns itself with mine. So why me? Why make this a calling card? Does she know of the severity of my mission, if so, why not contact the team, there's no way she couldn't have some inkling i'm not working alone. More evidence necessary.

March 26th 2015

The last crime scene arranged the bodies in such away it made a Rorschach painting from the dead. It's manner was crude, humorous , and telegraphed me as to the where abouts of the perp I'm searching for for answers. They're balancing the excessive with practicalness...laced with irony, whoever she is....this wasn't just a calling card. The manner of man she killed, the way she did it, she knows my story....thinks my cause is just, this isn't to impress me, it's to let me know I have a friend. Or that she wants me dead, either is just as likely.

April 7th 2015

At the Susukino tower in Japan, the end of this rabbit hole. But there's a Wonderland before me after reaching the bottom. They were ready for me, as much as I was for them, they thought.

Log: I saw her tonight, she fought with the rigid skill of years of training in action, doing this sort of work as her daily bread. It's refreshing, i believe is the right term, fighting alongside someone as disgusted as you with what your hands are choking the life out of.

The fight's over, fatigued, wounded, but not fatally. I'll need an hour or so to get to my feet after gauzing myself. None was needed for her, she was prepared with her own, as I imagined she'd have to be.

She told me the "foreplay" was over, and if we should work together to catch our fish. I haven't enjoyed myself, or found work a game that I could share in all my time as what I do. Our dimensions have crossed , and I'm fighting literal demons , and walking dead men. joining forces with this...Elektra....will be the least abnormal thing done this year."

Description
First off, I know, February was months ago, this is just a picture I hadn't gotten the time to color that I have now.

It's a follow up to my previous Valentines Day picture involving Rorschach from Watchmen, and Elektra the Assassin.

omnipotrent.deviantart.com/art…

He's been on the trail of a Greek trafficking crime boss, who's been making international success with the Yakuza in Susukino Japan. He knows they hold the key to something behind the interlocking world lines causing his world to clash with another, and their heroes and villains.

On principle he'd be going after them anyway, but if the scum of his world has a chance to shake hands with the scum of another, why not chop off both of them at the wrists.

In doing so he discovers someone tailing him, tracking him, not one of his team. A stalker? Or an admirer, an admirer of his work in particular....but who would ever?

RORSCHACH'S JOURNAL:

"February 15th 2015. Greek Mob Boss, Carmine Loukas, one of the few kingpin's seemingly unaffected by the recent world collision. Been on his scent ever since Boston, getting closer, he knows it. Every attempt I've made to squeeze him's resulted in him slipping away like trying to make a fist around a fly buzzing in your ear. The more I pursue, the more it becomes apparent he's no ordinary cartel runner, no ordinary trafficker. They all bleed the same though.

Februrary 16th 2015

The more bodies pile up, the more questions outweigh them. I nearly died tonight. Would have if someone hadn't beheaded the China man with the Gatling gun. Most certainly my admiring stalker. Still unclear as to who she is, although the why's becoming more apparent. Clearly she delves from an innate sense of justice, one which aligns itself with mine. So why me? Why make this a calling card? Does she know of the severity of my mission, if so, why not contact the team, there's no way she couldn't have some inkling i'm not working alone. More evidence necessary.

March 26th 2015

The last crime scene arranged the bodies in such away it made a Rorschach painting from the dead. It's manner was crude, humorous , and telegraphed me as to the where abouts of the perp I'm searching for for answers. They're balancing the excessive with practicalness...laced with irony, whoever she is....this wasn't just a calling card. The manner of man she killed, the way she did it, she knows my story....thinks my cause is just, this isn't to impress me, it's to let me know I have a friend. Or that she wants me dead, either is just as likely.

April 7th 2015

At the Susukino tower in Japan, the end of this rabbit hole. But there's a Wonderland before me after reaching the bottom. They were ready for me, as much as I was for them, they thought.

Log: I saw her tonight, she fought with the rigid skill of years of training in action, doing this sort of work as her daily bread. It's refreshing, i believe is the right term, fighting alongside someone as disgusted as you with what your hands are choking the life out of.

The fight's over, fatigued, wounded, but not fatally. I'll need an hour or so to get to my feet after gauzing myself. None was needed for her, she was prepared with her own, as I imagined she'd have to be.

She told me the "foreplay" was over, and if we should work together to catch our fish. I haven't enjoyed myself, or found work a game that I could share in all my time as what I do. Our dimensions have crossed , and I'm fighting literal demons , and walking dead men. joining forces with this...Elektra....will be the least abnormal thing done this year."