You're caught in the wire (For Shizuo)

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig has been at ease with the idea of casual murder for years, of course. Oh, he's done it himself, on occasion, though it's so much more elegant to go through other people - goading them to it, enticing them into it, subtly guiding them into doing exactly what Schwarz wants done. It has the added benefit of giving him the time to be lazy, and the luxury of watching the repercussions unfold from a comfortable distance. And given the moods he's been in recently, it's almost amusing that Mayfield thought he needed an excuse, much less incentive.

Of course, the shapes the incentives have taken prevent it from being even remotely funny. His clothes, his weapons, his telepathy, all gone...and pictures of the rest of Schwarz, back in Japan. The subtle threat of the pictures barely even registers; rather, it infuriates him because there is Schwarz, minding their own business back in their own world, while he's stuck here. It's hard to say if he's angrier with Mayfield or with Schwarz themselves.

Shizuo, you seem like as good a victim as any to take his rage out on.

A quick trip to the gun store - with Ema's money - at least gets him armed again; it's probably good to have a backup like this anyway, for situations very much like this one. From there, it's off to find Shizuo. He doesn't have his telepathy anymore, which would be infinitely useful in tracking down his target, but after having had it for months, constantly tuned to the mental background noise of Mayfield, he has a vague idea of where in the neighborhood to look...and from there, it's as simple as asking drones for directions.

1124 Taylor Road soon has an angry redhead bearing down on it like a ballistic missile on legs.]

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[ The minute Shizuo is done reading the letter from that something called Mayfield Census Bureau, he scrunches the freaking paper in his fist and throws it out of a window like it's a freaking canonball.

Or, that is what he was aiming for but instead of the result he unconsciously desired, the paper ball simply hits the window before pathetically dropping on the floor and rolling under the nearest table. Having witnessed just what kind of items, things, people he has been able to sent flying through even walls in the past, even his brain manages to count what's 1+1 = his powers are gone.

Or more like, it has been reduced to the level of a normal human being apparently, something he has desired to have always. Which is exactly why this is so puzzling to him; the letter had after all mentioned that there would be a penalty for failure in killing his target, which to him would apparently be losing the control of his strenght. Heck, now that he though of it, the penalty for him would be that he has to kill someone, as that mostly what losing the control of his strenght meant.

He glances at the photos, the ones that he couldn't bear to crush together with the letter, instilling the conclusion to which he had arrived earlier that they were merely a lure to get him to kill people. Kasuka, Celty, Tom... They were safe in Ikebukuro. They had to be. He wouldn't need to kill Marui and he would gladly accept the penalty, whatever it was going to be now, later.

The thought of other people receiving a similar kind of letter doesn't occur to him, but once it does, after the sudden ruckus of someone fucking bulldozing into the house, Shizuo's quick on his feet to jump out of the window and into the backyard. Whoever the trespasser was, he certainly hoped they would be after him. ]