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Everyone loves a regain~
Jan. 12th, 2011 07:19 pm[After the church bombing - which obviously didn't end well for him, despite whatever satisfaction he managed to take in the havoc he wrought on his way out - Schuldig has been lying low. There was a horrible time, following his return to life the day afterward where he'd remained deaf and alone, with no telepathy. That death hadn't restored him to normal had been terrifying, unthinkable - there'd been no way of knowing how long he'd be stuck that way, and it was bad enough when he thought it was merely temporary.
As it happened, it only lasted the better part of a day, but even that was enough to reduce him to a state somewhere between shock and depression. Since then...he hasn't exactly been recovering so much as simply keeping to himself. Even Ema's been left alone, though she probably hasn't been home enough to properly appreciate this. His telepathy and hearing are back, but as badly unsettled as he's been, and with his voice still gone, Schuldig hasn't felt like socializing - even by his twisted standards of being social.
But today, there are packages. His last 'present' didn't come in a box, so he doesn't hesitate much in opening them. The first box is long and flat, the sort that clothing comes in, and he's not disappointed in this; inside is his white suit, the one Esset had him wear to formal occasions. He's pretty sure it was a way of subtly mocking Schwarz, but they'd had to put up with it...in the past, anyway. That thought is enough to evoke a smile all on its own.
The second box is small, and the contents inside are bloody; actually, Schuldig can't even tell exactly what the contents are. It looks fleshy, almost pulsing, like something someone reached into someone and freshly ripped out -
And then the realization dawns. In almost the same moment, the contents of the package vanish, and he feels something change in his throat...and then he begins to laugh. Loud and long.
It isn't long before he's on the phones; his presents have perked him up significantly, leaving him feeling much more like his old self.]
It seems like I'm finally back~. So who missed me?
As it happened, it only lasted the better part of a day, but even that was enough to reduce him to a state somewhere between shock and depression. Since then...he hasn't exactly been recovering so much as simply keeping to himself. Even Ema's been left alone, though she probably hasn't been home enough to properly appreciate this. His telepathy and hearing are back, but as badly unsettled as he's been, and with his voice still gone, Schuldig hasn't felt like socializing - even by his twisted standards of being social.
But today, there are packages. His last 'present' didn't come in a box, so he doesn't hesitate much in opening them. The first box is long and flat, the sort that clothing comes in, and he's not disappointed in this; inside is his white suit, the one Esset had him wear to formal occasions. He's pretty sure it was a way of subtly mocking Schwarz, but they'd had to put up with it...in the past, anyway. That thought is enough to evoke a smile all on its own.
The second box is small, and the contents inside are bloody; actually, Schuldig can't even tell exactly what the contents are. It looks fleshy, almost pulsing, like something someone reached into someone and freshly ripped out -
And then the realization dawns. In almost the same moment, the contents of the package vanish, and he feels something change in his throat...and then he begins to laugh. Loud and long.
It isn't long before he's on the phones; his presents have perked him up significantly, leaving him feeling much more like his old self.]
It seems like I'm finally back~. So who missed me?
