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

[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.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I'm flattered.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

That wasn't a compliment.

....So, about this little group of yours...

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

That's a matter of perspective. Besides, coming from you, it ought to be, don't you think?

Yesss...?

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Why would that be? I'm nothing like you. I only do things I can get away with. [OR THINKS SHE CAN GET AWAY WITH]


What do you do, exactly? Who are your members? What do you plan to accomplish in this miserable little town, given that we can't return to our home worlds?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

We hate people. We like to destroy them. As for our members, there's four of us - myself, Crawford, Nagi, and Farfarello. That's all you need to know for now.

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

Really? How morbid.

For now? I'd to know more on who I'm dealing with here, Schuldig.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Maybe. But it's fun. [Schuldig shrugs easily. Clearly he long ago became comfortable with Schwarz's goals, and even with announcing them to others.]

Well, if you must know...Crawford's precognitive. He can see the future. I'm a telepath, which I suspect you've picked up on by now. Nagi's telekinetic; he can move things with his mind. He's brought down whole buildings, stopped bullets, that sort of thing. Farfarello's not exactly psychic, but he can't feel pain so you can hit him with a car and he'll keep on coming.