But you're hurting me from inside of my head

[have_your_lives]

[Filtered to the Legion of Doom, Edward Nigma, and pretty much everyone he's contacted in regards to this post]

I think our friend Nigma has, once again, neglected to consider the finer points of telepathy...as, perhaps, all of you may have. Namely, if he's asking you all for ways to defeat a telepath, then he doesn't have any now. So he's blithely led me to being aware of each and every one of you.

I know who you are. I know everything you've cared to pass on to Edward Nigma. For your own sakes, I'd suggest questioning the risks you're taking, aligning yourselves with a self-proclaimed genius who can't even wrap his mind around the basics of mind-reading. Look how badly he's stumbled right out of the gate, exposing every one of his allies. Is this really the horse you want to bet on? Because, if he suddenly becomes more well-equipped or more competent than he is now...

I'll know who to blame.

[OOC: All information Schuldig is working on is courtesy of Edward - with permission - and whether it goes further than that is up to you. :3 ]

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[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[How did the old saying go? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? In regards to the latest riddle Edward's still trying to wrap his mind around---"How to defeat a telepath?"---the Riddler has already learned three new crucial details about his newfound nemesis.

1.) Schuldig's telepathic range extends far further than he had anticipated.

2.) Not only does Schuldig now know many of Edward's secrets, he now has a list of practically everyone the Riddler's allied himself with in Mayfield.

3.) Telepaths are goddamn cheaters.]

What---what the hell do you think you're doing?!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Giving your friends fair warning? Since it seems you failed to.

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey he remembers you. You were interesting. And since you read Edward's mind you probably know Johan here has a hobby of terrorizing the guy.]

Hello Schuldig.

Are you two fighting? Or are you simply pointing out his weaknesses?

[Either way, this is amusing.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Schuldig hasn't forgotten you, either. Johan is so similar to Schuldig in mindset that the telepath has actually been meaning to contact the man again anyway.] Hello, Johan.

I'm minding my own business, really. Edward seems to have dubbed himself my arch-nemesis all on his own, however. The fact that he's terrible at it is painfully obvious.

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

You'd think someone like him would avoid making new enemies.

But somehow I'm not surprised.

[1800deadpoo.livejournal.com]

Ooh, you're the telepath, huh? [Does not sound even remotely intimidated.] Tell me what number I'm thinkin' of!

[Incidentally, he's thinking of pie. Not the number, the actual food. With bananas and cream. God, he's hungry right now, who does he have to kill to get a decent pie around here? Because he'll do it! Maybe he'll head back to that diner, that waitress babe's pies might have tasted like garbage, but seeing as how Deadpool's eaten actual garbage before, he doesn't mind as long as it's a hottie serving it to him. Hey, waste not, want not, right? Just goes to show even more what bastards clowns are, throwing around perfectly good pies into each others' faces while there were starving mercenaries around!

Because seriously, man. Fuck clowns. Fuck. Clowns.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

This was a courtesy call, not an invitation to do parlor tricks. [Read: your mind makes my head hurt.]

[1800deadpoo.livejournal.com]

C'mon, if you've got these powers, might as well have fun with 'em! Man, does every telepath just come with their own handy-dandy stick up the ass? It's like Nate all over again - he's always like, 'No, Deadpool, I'm too busy being broody and sacrificing myself to save the world and fulfill my huge honkin' Messiah complex to make the president do the chicken dance on live TV' even though it would only take him a second, and really, after all I've done for him - other than, yanno, tryin' to kill him - is that too much to ask for?

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Naturally, if your telepathy is as strong as that, there's nothing he would have been able to do to avoid it eventually in the first place. And some strategies don't depend on information being private, which, one would hope, he is intelligent enough to discover or resourceful enough to research.

Additionally, there are things you may know but not understand. For example, Edward Nigma may be the organizer, but not necessarily be 'the horse' that is being bet on.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

What I understand is that Edward has a private grudge that he's trying to drag others into in order to settle. He begrudges me everything I am, so he'd have people like you help him kill me.

Up until now, I've been tolerant, since he's been nothing so much as amusing. If you're determined to help him become an actual threat, however...what happens to him, and to those who help him, is on your head, and your poor judgment.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

It's like that, is it?

[She's interested in the outcome, though in honesty she doesn't care who wins, particularly as death is not permanent. She just wonders how one should defeat a telepath. She voices the rest of her thoughts openly:]

It would hardly be a fair or interesting contest if he didn't draw on all his resources, as he seems to be more or less a normal human, though one with a facility for puzzles. And one of those resources is his organizational abilities.

Still, I don't have any material advantages to offer him [advice not being material], in any case, so I think I'll consider myself mostly absolved from that responsibility.

[Pause.] Everything you are. You mean he's jealous of your telepathy, or something else besides?

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[thenorthernwall]

You already knew who I was, didn't you?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Granted. You're not exactly a wallflower, Major General.

But now I know you're being asked to help him, which is news.

[thenorthernwall]

Tch. He wanted information about the town. Like most men, he assumes he's in further than he is.

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Neat.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Playing up the arrogantly unimpressed angle, I take it? I wish I could say that was novel.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not really. I come from a world where psychics are pretty common. Worked for a warlord for awhile.

Less unique then you think man, but hey you made your point.

[bro-thel-fist.livejournal.com]

So, you're the telepath he's all butthurt about?

Nice to meetcha.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

An understatement.

Hello, Raquel.

[bro-thel-fist.livejournal.com]

...oh shit, you're legit.

[She's impressed!]

So... what's Eddie's issue with you, anyway?

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

[The second Lex hears Schuldig on the phone, he immediately equips himself with his Anti-Telepathy shield removed from his warsuit, attaching it it the back of his neck.]

Ah... so you're Schuldig.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Now that gets his attention. He doesn't necessarily focus in on any one person's thoughts until they give him some reason to pay attention, but he caught the tail end of Lex's thoughts before they simply...vanished. He's only experienced that sudden emptiness through the death or, more recently, droning of someone he was listening to...

But the man doesn't sound droned at all. Certainly not dead. What is this?

Aside from legitimately troubling, if this is one of Edward's allies.]

It seems I've gained quite the reputation. So you're one of the people Edward's trying to con into settling his grudges for him?

[greatestmanll40.livejournal.com]

Nigma is an associate of mine, so I trust to help him with whatever... problems he may face.

I haven't actually heard many good things about you,.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema's lived with Schuldig long enough to know that there's no hiding the conversation she had with Edward (http://puzzlerprince.livejournal.com/7636.html?thread=673748#t673748) from Schuldig. Additionally, she's familiar enough with his patterns to know that he's probably not going to pass up the chance to confront her about it. Avoiding him is fruitless and will make this hurt worse later. It's better to get this over with, quickly and as easily as possible. That way, the sting ends up being briefer.

Like removing a bandaid.

Scientifically speaking.

As such, she's at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, sipping it and waiting.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig slinks into the kitchen moments after Ema's settled in; he knows she's waiting for him, and that makes this convenient. It's hard to say what sort of mood he's in; maybe his sparring with Edward recently has improved his mood, as it doesn't seem as dark and vicious as before - he's less like an animal in a trap, ready to gnaw its own limbs off to get away. But he's certainly not happy, either.

He's frightening enough when he's smirking, or when he's seething - but somehow, this unreadable attitude is more frightening than either. There are no obvious warning signs. It leaves one feeling as though they're deaf, and about to take a stroll through a rattlesnake den.]

You didn't tell him everything. [It's not a question in that he obviously knows she didn't tell Edward everything...but, at the same time, it suggests other questions.]