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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[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I'm not. I'm just exploring the answers you do give, and why you give them. [Schuldig shrugs.] I don't have much else to do that's worth doing.

[It seems his dark mood from before has morphed into something more like exhausted resignation...? But his moods are always shifting, and there's no saying how long this one will last.]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

...

[Ema's bad at reading him on a good day. This? She doesn't know what to do with this.

After a few moments' silence, she gets up, crosses to the coffee pot, pours him a mug, and returns to the table, setting it down in front of him.]

Here. If you're going to sit here and interrogate me, might as well have a drink.

[And she retakes her seat across from him.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig cocks an eyebrow at this, but he's never turned down coffee for as long as she's known him, and he doesn't now. He picks up the mug and takes a sip.] Technically I'm standing here interrogating you. [He's obviously trying to annoy Ema a little with semantics, which is perhaps the most innocuous his taunting has ever been.]

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

You're still interrogating me, aren't you? [Ema huffs a little. She's gotten better about not rising to Schuldig's bait, but she's not perfect at it... particularly when it comes to minutia like this. She takes another drink of coffee--filled with sugar and cream, a contrast to his--and gives him a critical look.]

I don't suppose there's any way I can stop you from rising to whatever bait he sets out, is there?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig looks amused.] If I did, he'd just become more insulted and try even harder. What would be the point? He's pursuing me harder than he's gone after you, and the chase has to end somewhere. Playing hard to get only drags out the inevitable.

I'd suggest turning him aside for his own good, but you've already tried it. [He shrugs easily.] One of the most useful bits of knowledge for a sadist is knowing that people will rip themselves to shreds without you lifting a finger...and knowing when to sit back and let them.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema frowns.]

You're... not going to go easy on him, are you?

[Not that she ever expected him to. She sighs, heavily.]

For a man as bright as he is... he's such an idiot.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

That depends on him more than me at this point, doesn't it? He's forcing all of this. I may harass him, but I haven't taken it any further than that.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Trust me, I know.

I just wish I could stop him.