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[have_your_lives]

[It's the silence that snaps him awake - more dissonant than any actual sound could ever be. It's like he's been struck deaf inside his own head. No, worse than that; while a person might have encountered a lack of sound before in their lives, Schuldig has almost never had any lack of thoughts to listen to. Listen, hell; they've practically fought their way into his head to be heard at times.

And now - nothing. They'd shut him down once or twice like this at Rosenkrüs, as a punishment; they'd always had their ways of controlling their psychic charges. It was always effective. The absence of what should be there is isolation, vulnerability, and paranoia all rolled together in one convenient package...and it's far worse now because he's not at Rosenkrüs anymore, Esset should be in complete disarray, and this should not be happening to him now.

He's out of bed in moments and only further incensed to find that his clothes - and, far less surprisingly, his gun - are gone, and an angry rummage through the closets and drawers reveals nothing he'd wear unless Crawford ordered it. And then he sees the phone.

Anyone listening will hear him jabbing at some numbers before he listens at the earpiece. Then, when he doesn't hear a dial tone or a call being completed, he snarls into the phone.]

You've shut me down, so you know what I'm capable of. And now I've seen what you're capable of. But unless you plan on keeping me locked up here forever - and I can guarantee you, that's never worked out well for anyone before - then it's time to talk business. You give everything back, and I do mean everything, and then you tell me what you want done, and we have an understanding.

But why bring only me? [And then, Schuldig finally focuses long enough to notice the photograph next to the phone.] ...and what is this?

[Housemates, feel free to find Schuldig tearing his room apart, still looking for his things or any devices which might be blocking his telepathy. Be warned, he's likely to be angry and at least mildly violent. Also he's only wearing boxers, so there's that.]

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[1-21jigawatts.livejournal.com]

[BURSTING IN]

What is going on in here?! I'm trying to slee-

[1-21jigawatts.livejournal.com]

[oh god put on some clothes]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig snaps a glare at her. A child - not that this means anything to him. Not only doesn't he have any morals that would make him hold back against a kid, he's used to not judging children by their size or age. He could practically turn a man's brain inside out at that age, after all.] Did you have something to do with this? [His voice is low, and dangerous.]

[1-21jigawatts.livejournal.com]

[You could always tell when someone was dangerous by the look in their eyes. Almost by instinct, Misaka's hand jerked into her pocket and pulled out a penny. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, her arm outstreched toward Schuldig.]

No, I didn't so don't try anything stupid.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Considering that Ema shares this room that Schuldig is currently tearing apart, it's impossible for her not to notice. Seems like the town has finally seen fit to replace her drone husband, and of course she's assigned a husband who freaks out first thing. Well, she's going to have to do something to stop him, or else neither of them will have a place to sleep.

She enters the room and beelines straight to him.]

Woah, woah, woah! [She reaches over to grab his arm.] Calm the hell down, will you?!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig is not a man of reasonable reactions at the moment. The woman is the one in the pictures with him, which to him means one thing - somehow, she's involved with this. That's enough.

He turns on her, yanking his arm free of her grip even as the other hand shoots up to enclose her throat. He shoves her back against the nearest solid object, his grip probably tight enough to bruise but not quite so much that she can't answer his questions.] What have you done to me?

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[The force with which Schuldig grabs her and shoves her into the wall is enough to make Ema yelp in pain. Practically out of instinct, she reaches up with both hands to try and pry his hands off her throat. Every inch of her body is trembling in anger and fear.]

I didn't do anything to you! You're a prisoner of this town, same as me! Now let me go!!

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

...welcome to Hell. Weiss is here too.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief pause, but Schuldig relaxes a bit when he at least hears a familiar voice.] Hmph. You know we'd be running this place if it were Hell, Nagi.

I can't hear anything. What about you?

[bittermayfly.livejournal.com]

What else would you call a place that considers me Siberian's son and makes us as normal as them?

[That's his way of saying that yep, he's powerless too.]

[rulethegame.livejournal.com]

Hee hee~. They must have taken something quite precious for you to be this upset.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And that amuses you, apparently.

[rulethegame.livejournal.com]

A bit, yes. It's always entertaining watching people yell at the world in a futile effort to change it. But would it make you feel better if I sympathized, instead?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Bargaining with our captors isn't going to work, I'm just saying. But if you really want to give it a try, then go get 'em tiger.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Let's just say that's how these things usually start when you're in my position.

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

I'll keep an eye out for your drone around town.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Laughter. Hear that Schuldig? He's laughing at you and then hanging up. Oh that just made his day. The great Mastermind trying to posture with out any of his telepathy.]

Icon keywords!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Oh, your peaceful days are numbered, Ken. Especially once Schuldig teams up with Nagi, who lives in your house~]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Bring it baby, you can't dodge so easily now]

[illusionkiller.livejournal.com]

*Touma sees him ripping apart Ema's room and he is not cool with that.*

Hey, stop ripping apart someone else's room.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig shoots Touma a look that's a bit too appraising to be called a glare, but considerably too unpleasant to be legitimately called anything else.] And what difference does it make to you?

[illusionkiller.livejournal.com]

The owner of this room happens to be my friend. I won't forgive anyone if they damage her things.

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Now now, if you just stopped and thought you'd understand things better.

This is a drama. And we have been chosen as characters.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief pause. If Schuldig has learned anything from his many interactions with the mentally unhinged, it's to never trust people who start talking in dramatic metaphor. They tend to have a dozen plans for crushing the insolent fools and a tenuous grasp on everything else, like what day of the week it is or what function pants serve.

But they're also very easy to manipulate, with the right approach.]

And who is directing this little farce, then?

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

[Well, he has part of that right]

Good question. The police officer. The mayor. The milkman is not, but seems to be enjoying himself all the same. And some little girl...I haven't bothered to know her name.