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have_your_lives) wrote2011-04-13 02:17 am
have_your_lives) wrote2011-04-13 02:17 am
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.]
[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 ]
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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Why the hell should I trust you?
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But then, if I already have all the cards in my hand...then what's the point of fearing me? Of alienating me? You're as intimately known as you've ever hoped, or feared. There's nothing to hide from me, no reason to be cautious or coy. I know what you know. I might almost suggest the proper response to be relief. [He smirks.] You know someone who you don't need to be anything but yourself with, now.
I might also point out the obvious - what could I possibly want from you? Or to do to you? Do you normally assume complete strangers have it out for you, or is that strictly reserved for telepathic ones?
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Why yes, yes he does, Schuldig. But it's an innate reaction he cannot help. The entire idea that someone could be in his head messing with his thoughts is pretty scary to him, but not even half as scary as the idea that someone in town now knows *everything about him*. At the same time, Schuldig had a fair point.
Theo is so full of conflicting emotions that it must give Schuldig a headache.]
I'm not like a lot of people in this town. I'm sure you've noticed that by now. But now that you know what I have done and what I am like, why the flying fuck are you even still sitting here.
[Theo glares at him. This probably meant that Schuldig was no pillar of society either.]
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So... [He's idly shifting chess pieces around, one-handed.] Does that scare you more, or put you at ease?
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I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. Mayfield strips everyone of their identities and their abilities, and even if they return them, it's not like you can just run around doing whatever you want.
[He sits back down, and stares Schuldig down.]
I'm tempted to blow your damn head off with a spell, but in the end there's no point to that either.
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[He grins at Theo.] And it's not like I'd let you blow my head off, even if you wanted to.
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Don't think I'm going to just fall in line after you because of this.
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You can do a lot more being a hidden telepath than a hidden necromancer. It's not exactly a subtle magic.
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People react even more violently if they find out you're a telepath who's been keeping it a secret, you know. Besides, I have no desire to hide what I am. [He smirks.] And it's much more fun to be able to use my powers openly than having to sit on my proverbial hands.
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