have_your_lives | Oh, if Weiss could see him now

Oh, if Weiss could see him now

[Filtered to: Nagi Naoe]

I have an interesting question for you, Nagi. How do you feel about baking?

[Yes, Schuldig is trying to bake. He personally finds this hilariously ridiculous, but the potential payoff could be quite profitable, and it's novel enough to keep him occupied - not to mention one of the most innocuous things he's done in years. Family members are free to find him in the kitchen and wonder what the hell he's been smoking.]

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[Ema's home for the first time since her first meeting with Schuldig, silently cursing the town of Mayfield for the necessity of the return. She doesn't want to face the man again, but she also doesn't want to be droned for being away too long. This time, at least she's armed. Or as armed as Ema can manage without an actual weapon: there's a small spray bottle that she's filled with bleach in her purse. If worse comes to worst, she can use that.

Imagine her surprise when she finds Schuldig in the kitchen, baking of all things.]

[Believe me, he's a little surprised himself. When he spots Ema staring at him, he grins and winks at her, but then goes back to checking the recipe. Baking isn't hard, but it's certainly not something he's accustomed to.]

[Ema approaches carefully, making sure to remain at least an arm's length away from him. She can't help but think that something's amiss here.]

What are you doing?

You're the scientist, aren't you? You tell me.

[Grr. Well fine, be literal about the question.]

Why are you baking a cake?

Do I need a reason? Or do I just not look the part of an avid baker?

It doesn't seem like something you'd do, or at least not without motive. [After their first altercation, she doesn't trust him at all. It's the safer option.]

Maybe the motive is that I want cake. [laughs]

Forgive me if I have doubts. [She crosses her arms.]

In any case, I'm here for the night.

Well, I'm not obligated to share my reasons with you, am I? But honestly, how sinister can my intentions really be with cake?

[He glances at her sidelong when she mentions her plans to stay the night.] You trust me enough to sleep here? I was under the impression I'd terrified you.

Hmph. [He does have a point, but that doesn't mean that Ema believes that he's baking for the hell of it.]

You did. I don't have a choice--if I'm away from "home" for too long, I get droned for it.

[Well, that's news. He files it away.] Not that it wasn't amusing, but I thought you were responsible for my being here. Add that to your running in like an idiot before I'd even gotten my bearings, and you can hardly blame me.

In any case...you stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours. I've got problems more pressing than you, and I don't need any problems in the place I have to stay.

You were tearing through my stuff! I didn't think you'd turn around and throttle me!

[Huffs and forces herself to calm down a little. He is offering something of an olive branch here.]

I don't want problems either. I'm only going to be around once every few days, anyway--it'll almost be like I don't even live here.

Half of it is my stuff, apparently.

Perfect. A scientist you hardly know is there is usually the best kind.

Still.

[Ema shoots him a glare at that last comment, although she doesn't address the barb directly.] Then we're in agreement: I'm out of your way, you're out of mine. Now, if you'll excuse me... [Ema crosses through the kitchen toward the bedroom, where she gathers a few things and takes them down to the living room couch.

Like hell if she's going to share a bed with him.]

I don't mind it, but there are better things to do.

What if it could get you a gun?

Then I'd consider it more seriously.

There's a girl who claims to be able to make weapons; she's offered to trade a gun to me if I make her a chocolate cake. You might be able to strike a deal with her yourself - it sounds like Siberian's talking about us to people, but she doesn't seem to have heard any of it yet.

She also claims her kind don't lie, but obviously I'm taking it all with a grain of salt. But if she's stringing me along, I won't have much to lose.

What's the girl's name? I'll try to get in touch.

I never asked. [without the slightest bit of shame] Given that Siberian's been warning people about us - I've been recognized a few times in context - I haven't been throwing my name around. And she'd have been bound to ask mine if I asked for hers...

I did get an address.

That's just as good.

Him warning people is useless - we'll still get to him.

1448 Mitchell Road.

Naturally. It may complicate things in the meantime while we're without our powers, though.

I can still kill him.

Were you planning to soon?

As soon as I can handle a gun well enough to shoot him in his sleep.

If you're going to kill him while he sleeps, why does it need to be a gun? A knife would do just as well.

Knives take physical strength that I don't have.

Even those scrawny stick arms ought to be able to drag a sharp edge across a throat.

I guess we'll have to see how sharp the kitchen knives are.

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