have_your_lives | There's nothing certain left to know

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 ]

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[Ken was out and about, considering where he was going to look for a gun or rifle to give to Omi until he got his own back. It was also a nice day so he walked. Drone Nagi...hmmm...while Ken kinda liked having prodigy around if only to keep an eye on him, it was a bit of a relief not to worry about the bastard putting glass shards in Miakis's or now Omi's food.

He hasn't noticed the last memeber of the quartet of evil.]

[Holland can be found sitting on the curb, enjoying a cigarette. It's become a near-regular spot for him; he didn't like to spend time in the house with the drone wife and he didn't really have any place he wanted to go at the moment.

This place could be so boring.]

[Unfortunately, Schuldig doesn't particularly look the part of a telepath; he just looks grumpy, and Dist is kind of on a "people need me!" high so his decision-making skills aren't the best.]

Has Mayfield started killing people again?

[Reaver is standing just outside of the hardware store, having bought more ammo for his gun. Not a very pretty pistol. Nothing like his Dragonstomper .48(s), but it certainly served its intended purpose. And who knew when he'd need to use it next. If things kept on going as they were....

The city was utterly stifling. It's people without any sense of fun. The drones so mind-numingly dull that he'd almost prefer to listen to Garth--if he hadn't killed the man anyway. But even in its most hectic moments, it had a tameness that he had not known since--no, he'd never known such. That was another man's life.

He digs through his pockets, searching for his pack of cigarettes. At least it was something he could still find pleasure in for the time being.]

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[Theo sits at an outdoor chess table, alone save for his two crow familiars, smoking and talking to them. He wants someone to play against, but of course, is afraid to ask anyone. He looks over one of the pieces in his hand while talking to the birds.]

No, the one I had back home wasn't much better, but at least the design of the pieces were a bit more... stylish. Like everything in Mayfield, these are really bland-looking.

[One of the birds chatters at him.]

Not really, they still get the job done, I guess.

[Ema's noticed, in the brief periods when she's at home that haven't involved her sleeping. She's also noticed that it seems to be getting worse. Schuldig isn't especially stable on a good day, so this is just becoming outright dangerous.

Part of her almost feels bad for him. Emphasis on almost, however; she knows better than to feel anything resembling sympathy toward him. Even if he's slowly morphing from monster to human being in her perception of him, that doesn't make him good or anything that he does okay. And, even if it did, he'd reject the pity outright. Possibly using violent force.

Still, as the other adult in the household and with a non-drone teenager in the picture now (which Ema still needs to introduce herself to, come to think of it), Ema can't let this go on like it's going. So, carefully, she approaches.]

Schuldig?

[The Riddler's just at the end of his driveway, taking out the garbage at Susan's request and grumbling to himself while he does it. He hasn't noticed you yet, Schuldig.]

[ For some reason, an exotically attractive woman seems to be pondering about flour. Some hints of irritation at her general situation is given. She sees him and approaches him, more courteous and converses a simple question ].

Excuse me, mister, do you know about the availability of flour?

[ ooc: sorry for the lateness, went mad with backtagging since this is the first time I can operate my flist properly in a week owo;. As for mind reading/controlling/etc. I'm game for whatever so none of it bothers me. Do whatever you want to her as long as it doesn't transcend into Non-con ahaha! ]

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B - Because Ken really has no luck, and neither does Schu

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B

B

B - can Schu read animal minds?

A!

B.