Schuldig (
have_your_lives) wrote2011-04-13 02:17 am
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There's nothing certain left to know
[Mayfield has been seeing less and less of Schuldig over the past two months. With Crawford and Joshua having been droned, and now Nagi's following them, the Mastermind has been essentially abandoned - no partners, no support, nothing.
Forget about merely being separated from Crawford; to be cast adrift from Schwarz entirely is something that hasn't happened in over a decade. To say that he's not coping well would be an understatement, as whatever it is he's doing...it's not 'coping' at all.
Akira has managed to duck Schuldig entirely so far, and the only other inhabitant of Schuldig's house is Ema - who avoids the place as much as possible. In their absence, he's taken to prowling through the halls like a wild animal, becoming increasingly unstable. How much Ema (or Akira, whenever she happens to be around) has noticed in her infrequent home visits is debatable, but some of the walls have bullet holes in them. Target practice or random violence? Who knows. When there are no gunshots, there is an almost constant blaring of classical music throughout the house - something that Schuldig usually uses to clear his head, or at least drown out everything else in it. That he's gone beyond the point where this calms him in the slightest is a dangerous sign.
Schuldig's isolation is the only thing preventing him from going out and taking out his frustrations on the general populace. He hates pain, he hates dying, and he especially hates droning - all of which and more can happen to him if he goes on any kind of mindfuck murder sprees without the backup he's accustomed to from Schwarz. He has no allies now, no one watching his back, and the feeling of being so alone is accomplishing what only Crawford's strictest orders ever have. Schuldig is restraining himself.
But where Crawford gave him leeway, let him indulge himself at times even if he demanded obedience at others, there's no reprieve from his current situation. With no outlets for his frustrations, combined with the stress of being simultaneously alone and having the voices of dozens of people he loathes in his head...something inside him is splintering, something that was never far from snapping to begin with.
With Nagi's droning as the final straw, he's beginning to lose what little sense of self-preservation he possesses. Something is going to suffer with him, and very soon.]
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[Schuldig is prowling the house, in a volatile mood and probably armed. Ema, Akira, if you dare...]
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[Schuldig is walking the streets, scanning his fellow Mayfield residents both visually and telepathically. Whether he's looking for a conversational partner or a victim is difficult to say, but he'd probably be happy with either. And there's no saying whether he won't just combine the two, judging from the look of him.]
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[Mayfield does offer Schuldig one small consideration. In the mail today, he receives a small box...in which lies a familiar car key. He stares at it for a long moment before ducking outside, to find his beautiful red sports car in the driveway. Anyone can feel free to approach him while he's staring at it - compliments to his car are one of the few ways in which someone could get on his good side right now - or spot him while he's driving it through Mayfield later. But eventually he'll be taking it speeding down the highway, the pedal all the way to the floor...and he'll be driving it back and forth down the highway pretty much until he runs out of gas.
He is not in a good place right now.]
[OOC note: Please make sure you've responded to Schuldig's permissions posts(forward dated at the top of his journal)! Also, he's a very dangerous man in a very dangerous mood, so be aware of that if you want to toss your characters at him. :|a ]
Forget about merely being separated from Crawford; to be cast adrift from Schwarz entirely is something that hasn't happened in over a decade. To say that he's not coping well would be an understatement, as whatever it is he's doing...it's not 'coping' at all.
Akira has managed to duck Schuldig entirely so far, and the only other inhabitant of Schuldig's house is Ema - who avoids the place as much as possible. In their absence, he's taken to prowling through the halls like a wild animal, becoming increasingly unstable. How much Ema (or Akira, whenever she happens to be around) has noticed in her infrequent home visits is debatable, but some of the walls have bullet holes in them. Target practice or random violence? Who knows. When there are no gunshots, there is an almost constant blaring of classical music throughout the house - something that Schuldig usually uses to clear his head, or at least drown out everything else in it. That he's gone beyond the point where this calms him in the slightest is a dangerous sign.
Schuldig's isolation is the only thing preventing him from going out and taking out his frustrations on the general populace. He hates pain, he hates dying, and he especially hates droning - all of which and more can happen to him if he goes on any kind of mindfuck murder sprees without the backup he's accustomed to from Schwarz. He has no allies now, no one watching his back, and the feeling of being so alone is accomplishing what only Crawford's strictest orders ever have. Schuldig is restraining himself.
But where Crawford gave him leeway, let him indulge himself at times even if he demanded obedience at others, there's no reprieve from his current situation. With no outlets for his frustrations, combined with the stress of being simultaneously alone and having the voices of dozens of people he loathes in his head...something inside him is splintering, something that was never far from snapping to begin with.
With Nagi's droning as the final straw, he's beginning to lose what little sense of self-preservation he possesses. Something is going to suffer with him, and very soon.]
[A]
[Schuldig is prowling the house, in a volatile mood and probably armed. Ema, Akira, if you dare...]
[B]
[Schuldig is walking the streets, scanning his fellow Mayfield residents both visually and telepathically. Whether he's looking for a conversational partner or a victim is difficult to say, but he'd probably be happy with either. And there's no saying whether he won't just combine the two, judging from the look of him.]
[C]
[Mayfield does offer Schuldig one small consideration. In the mail today, he receives a small box...in which lies a familiar car key. He stares at it for a long moment before ducking outside, to find his beautiful red sports car in the driveway. Anyone can feel free to approach him while he's staring at it - compliments to his car are one of the few ways in which someone could get on his good side right now - or spot him while he's driving it through Mayfield later. But eventually he'll be taking it speeding down the highway, the pedal all the way to the floor...and he'll be driving it back and forth down the highway pretty much until he runs out of gas.
He is not in a good place right now.]
[OOC note: Please make sure you've responded to Schuldig's permissions posts(forward dated at the top of his journal)! Also, he's a very dangerous man in a very dangerous mood, so be aware of that if you want to toss your characters at him. :|a ]
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So what does an irritable telepath do with a headache when someone else causes it? Naturally, he vicariously inflicts it on the person who gave it to him. It's only fair. He also takes some petty satisfaction in the fact that Holland probably won't have the slightest idea where it's coming from.]
Got any more? [He's referring to the cigarette. He doesn't smoke regularly, only when stressed - but now definitely qualifies.]
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[After a long exhale, he rubs the back of his head a little. His head was slowly starting to hurt and he felt tired. It had been a long day, after all.]
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[That's the only warning Schuldig will get. Still, he's not feeling so hot, so he's going to turn finally and give the other man a scowl.]
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thrice, in quadruplicateabout things.]I was fine until you showed up.
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[It's gotten to the point where he winces, involuntarily. He had met some people with strange powers here, like the superheros, so he adds a glare to the scowl.]
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Cut that out.
[He doesn't know what the man is doing, but he's going to take a chance and bet this headache and tiredness is from Schuldig. Feeling this bad never happened just out of the blue.]
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[What he was was trying to say was that it's very normal, and there were a lot of other nations -- at least where he's from. And even though some of the other nations could give him a headache from the simple sight of them alone, he knew it wasn't exactly something they did on purpose.
Instead, it strikes him as odd that this stranger knows what he is without being told and he just doesn't feel like discussing it anymore.
He winces again, shoulders rolling a little. There was that, too, and he stands up.]
What are you doing, anyway.
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[At the question of what he's doing, Schuldig slides his hands comfortably into his pockets.] Returning a favor, that's all.
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Keep going. I've never met you before.
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You said, 'returning a favor'.
What do you mean?
[He's pretty confused here.]
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It's even the same headache, just to make sure things are perfectly, karmically balanced.
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I'm not doing anything to you.
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If you can't give me a cigarette, then you can at least suffer right along with me.
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Why would I give you a headache?
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Or, couldn't, as it were. Good to know. He does find a stray cigarette in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, so he flicks it rather idly at . . . whoever he was.]
It would be nice if you could stop it. Who are you?
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Schuldig.
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[He's still pretty satisfied that Schuldig can't really get in his head, though he wonders how a normal human being would fare. He also wondered what it might be like if he didn't have this human body, instead having his nation body back.]
Can't you control it?
[He's just going to sit back down, on the grass this time, pressing his palms to each temple and rubbing a them slowly. Short-lived, but temporary relief from the dull aching.]
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