Back To The Future

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[It's been an interesting few days, hasn't it, Mayfield? Sexy nurses, vampires, zombies, werewolves, inexplicable children running around. As it happens, Schuldig was involved with both the first and the last events on that list...though the former has been almost completely forgotten in favor of the latter.

No matter what people may think - what Schuldig may want them to think, deliberately lead them to think - some things can even get to him. And today, he's lying flat on his back on a bench in the park, slowly smoking his way through an entire pack of cigarettes.

He doesn't usually smoke. It's a habit he only indulges in when something is bothering him and he needs something to do to distract his hands and his mouth and his mind. Anyone who might want to approach him about encounters with a certain redhead boy, or even about encounters with a full-grown telepath in a sexy nurse outfit - this is where you'll find him.]

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[Schuldig takes the hit and is knocked backwards by it, losing his grip on Ken - which is probably for the best - but he never actually stops smiling. Nor does he make another move for Ken; instead he taps out a new cigarette and lights it.

In this moment, under these circumstances, he's looking almost as deranged as Farfarello. Of course, anyone could have guessed as much, given the sorts of things Schuldig gets up to, but usually the flavors of their insanity aren't quite so similar as this. But when it comes to his past, all bets are off with Schuldig.]

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[Man it was satisfying to feel his knuckles connect against Schuldig's face. There was something to be said about impulse actions in cases like this. He watches Mastermind for a minute, waiting for the attack that doesn't come and it confuses him. Then again, he's too used to dealing with Farfarello who would just keep going until called off. It takes a moment for his brain to actually reassert itself over his emotions.]

I'm leaving.

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I don't care. Do what you like. [And Schuldig takes his place back on the bench, still with that distant, half-crazed look in his eyes.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[And he's going to pick up his soccer ball and walk off angrily. He almost wishes that Schu had fought back and they could have a proper fight. None of this insanity and broken business that seemed to be going on.]

[No Schu he doesn't feel bad for you at all. Really. Truly.]