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[have_your_lives]

[Well, someone's just found out that Crawford has gone home. Given that he's been a little unstable ever since he was hit by the time bazooka, he's taking this even more wonderfully than he would normally.]

[Unfiltered, because Schuldig is all out of fucks to give]

He's gone. [This cryptic announcement is followed by the least sane laughter you've ever heard; it's positively manic.] So who sent him packing? Was it you, little girl? Or maybe the mayor? Mayfield's finest? Well, it doesn't matter now...but it's the worst idea you ever had.

He held me back. And now you're trapped in here with me running Schwarz, Mayfield. He would have dismantled you so he could use the parts, but I will burn you to the ground.

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[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

It'd be easier to say what I don't. And what I don't plan on is playing nice anymore.

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

[Icon relevant...?]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Deeply so!]

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

[Together? Male bonding times, at their finest!]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Maybe. Or maybe Schuldig will delegate, just to revel in the fact that he can as the senior member of Schwarz. It all depends~]

[victimofgod.livejournal.com]

[One Berserker, ready to follow your commands~! Even if that is 'go thou and kill whatevs'. Post Office? This pain shit sucks, but it's Schuldig's call.]