So late to the regain bandwagon

[have_your_lives]

[I'm sorry, Mayfield - did you think you had enough problems as things stood? Did you think the town had made you suffer every possible cruelty already?

Well, not yet! Because today you may go blind.

What this means is that Schuldig got a clothing box with the mail today, which contained his absolutely ridiculous canon outfit. This assault on anything resembling fashion coordination will be strolling down the streets of Mayfield, looking exceedingly pleased with himself and not at all as embarrassed as he ought to be.

He will be visiting several places today:

A) 1248 Williams Road. He has a gun to pick up from Crawford.

B) 310 Miller Street. He's on a completely foreign errand here; he's actually got an apology to make. Farfarello, you may want to mark this day on a calendar.

C) 747 Partridge Drive. Don't worry, Ken, he's there to talk to Nagi~

D) Any house that has one of the people on his list. He's being industrious today! It must be the clothes.

Anyone can run into him while he's walking around town, of course~ The particularly fashion-conscious may want to shoot to kill.]

[OOC: If your name popped up in this post, or you had an argument for why Schuldig might seek you out on his own, please post here! ♥ Trying to tag everyone on the list in separate posts would be way too much of an undertaking, so I'm trying to gather them all here under one post.

IMPORTANT EDIT: Also, if you're going to reply to this, please make sure you've posted to Schuldig's permission post!]

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[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[She crosses her arms.] So you just like to see how things turn out, when you screw around with people's heads and do things like... like kiss their girlfriends.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Something like that. Did you know, Miakis, that ruined lives and broken minds taste like honey?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

...Honey? [Pause.] That's... uh. That's really weird.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

It's a telepath thing.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Weird~ [Telepathy doesn't really exist where she's from, so that particular concept is a difficult one to grasp. She's heard stories of seers with the power of precognition, but mind-reading and telekinesis are pretty much lost on her.]

Well, sorry to disappoint, but it's gonna take a lot more than that to ruin my life.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Did you mean that to sound like a challenge?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Pointed glare.]

No. Don't even try it~

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Do you really think that will stop me if I want to?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course not. Do you think I'd let you get away with it, though?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

You actually believe you could do anything to stop me?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

I'm a lot tougher than I look, you know~!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I do know. [He taps his temple.]

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

[Though the mind-reading thing is creepy as hell, that makes her feel a little validated, oddly enough. Being underestimated irritates the hell out of Miakis, proud as she is of herself and her position; Schuldig, at least, will never take her for a weakling.]

Then you should know that I will cut it off if you dare try anything funny~

[...Do you really need telepathy to know what she means by "it"?]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig has never played Final Fantasy VII, but his player has and knows the inference. :| As for Schuldig, all he has to do is look into her mind.] I know you'll try to. Picking up on excessive violence from Siberian, are you?

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

This isn't excessive -- it's necessary. [Her threats normally don't hold a whole lot of weight, as she usually relies on being intimidating to get her point across and keep the creepers away, but Schuldig is a special case. Of course. :|b ] Stay away from him.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I hardly see how your interference in a matter that doesn't concern you is necessary. Siberian and I were enemies before we ever met you, and we'll be enemies after you're gone.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

I like him, and as long as he and I live under the same roof, I'm making it my business.

--Besides, aren't you and your buddies in the resistance army with us now? I'd think that calls for some kind of civility.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Hah. Well, Nagi lives under your roof. By that token, he can make ruining Ken's life his business - pretty sure he already has. And since he's my teammate, I'm pretty much required to support him, aren't I?

Anyway, we are being civil. You wouldn't like to see us when we mean business.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Fine, then, keep your business away from my house, and everyone will be happy~

[Pause.] What are you doing here, anyway? I kinda doubt you're here to see me.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

That's correct. I'm here to see Nagi.

And it's just your bad luck that your house has my teammate and my enemy in it, isn't it? It's not as though I planned it any more than you did.

[sting-like-a.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I really won the lottery with this house, didn't I? Getting dragged into all this business is... [Sigh. As much as she grumbles about it, though, she's happy she got Ken for a not!husband, for the most part.]

Well, whatever. Nagi's inside, if you want to see him.