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!]

Comments

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

Hello? [She pokes her head out of the door and her eyes widen the moment she sees Schuldig]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig props an arm on the doorframe and grins at her.] Surprise.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

[Managing to maintain her demeanor - perhaps to be difficult - she gives him a very shy and guilty look] I'm sorry. We don't buy from door-to-door salesmen. [And with that, she slams the door in his face]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig grins, not terribly surprised by this reaction.] Oh, fine, if you'd rather I made my proposition to you through the door, in a nice loud voice so I know you can hear me...

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

P-proposition? [Opens the door slightly and peers at Schuldig through the gap]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

That's right. [Schuldig leans a bit closer, lowering his voice to a purr.] I already know all about you; why don't we make use of that, hm? I think we could work something out.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

W-work something out? [So....the slimebag wants something. Dahlia is not sure what but she only lives for herself - she is not going to help him unless it is going to benefit her in some way. She's still playing innocent here, since they are out in the open]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Tch, what a nasty word for someone who's offering to help you. [Schuldig grins at her, even as he continues his train of thought in her head, where it can't be any more private.] I'm every bit the manipulator you are, but you've got the better mask. The people who suspect me wouldn't suspect you. We could make use of that, you know. And in exchange...there's so much we could offer you.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

Arrrrrgh! Stop it! [What he's doing - it still creeps her out]

[OOC: Sorry this is late. I've got an idea of what Dahlia would like in exchange for helping Schuldig and his gang but I might have to ask Mia Fey's mun about it, first]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Stop what? [Schuldig would be the picture of innocence if he could even begin to pull off innocent.] Get over it, little girl. If you don't want to talk about this sort of thing where people can hear, you can't ask for a better way than this.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

Ugh....

You know, I could just tell Officer Grady that you're bothering me.....

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And I could just start shouting your secrets to the winds. Or, much more interestingly, hand them to Mia Fey. Are we making a list of unpleasant things best avoided?

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't dare....?!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Not without a good reason, liebchen. So don't make threats about giving me one, and we can play nice.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

.....And what would give me reason to join your twisted little group? I don't help other people without getting something in return.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Haven't I made it clear enough yet? You run a few of your beautiful little con games for us, and we help you get Mia Fey. Psychics and murderers, every one of us - if you can't think of uses for those kinds of resources, then you're not the girl I think you are.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

.....get Mia Fey?

Did I hear that right or was that just my imagination?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Do you want her destroyed, or don't you?

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

Destroyed? You can't destroy her in this place. She should be dead, back home.

What I want is to do is send her a message - I want her to suffer the same pain that she gave me....I want her to fully understand how she humliated me!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

There's more than one way to destroy a person, Dahlia. [Schuldig winks at her.] But seeing as she doesn't have any facades to tear down like you do...how were you planning on that?

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

I haven't decided, yet. She's a smart woman. I can't do anything that will easily make her point her finger at me.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Then the more resources you have, the better, right?

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

...And you will really help me?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Why not? You're interesting, and I like destroying people. Ruining the lives of your enemies serves my purposes just as well as destroying you ever would, and you're much more likely to be entertaining in the long run, so why not keep you around?

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

....You are a very warped and twisted man.