Is it okay if I stalk you? [Backdated to Undeadfield]

[have_your_lives]

[Well, after being abducted, killed, and buried, Schuldig is unexpectedly - although is it really unexpected, in Mayfield? - back. Though he's looking a little...different. He's prowling around Mayfield in an outfit that would be called eccentric even by his standards, looking for a few specific people. Ema and Edward are at the top of the list, but if he sees Ken, the Major, or Black Mage around...of course, he may also run into other people on the streets, but it may take a bit of effort to redirect his attention to you when he has pressing business elsewhere.

He keeps obscuring his face with the cape that seems to have come with his new fashion statement, if only because he's decided it looks slightly less idiotic than the arms-out zombie shuffle. Whatever he is - and he's not thinking about that too hard right now, because he's somewhat hazily unsure on that point - he's no shambling, witless flesh-eater, and he refuses to act like one.]

[OOC NOTE: Schuldig will probably be using his telepathy - in particular his mind control abilities - to full effect in this post! Very much along the lines of a charming vampire hypnotizing scantily clad women. :D Please check out his permission posts here and here if you haven't already, and if you definitely do/don't want him to mind control your character into a bridal-style abduction(and he will do this to both men AND women; he's very equal opportunity that way), let me know!]

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[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[While yes, he does want to find Miakis, he really hates this stupid get up. Tuxes just were not his style. They were stiff, they itched, and really he just hated the way they looked.]

Like you're one to talk Mastermind! You look like a fuckin' scarecrow in that!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig smirks broadly. Unlike Ken, he's worn formal clothes before - and while they're rarely his first choice of attire, he certainly thinks he looks better in them than Ken does.] At least it's a look I can pull off. You look like you need a cone to keep from pulling those off you with your teeth.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Have the most childish imitation of your voice Schuldig. He knows he can't move fast enough to actually you know, smack you.]

'At least it's a look I can pull off' blah blah blah.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

As always, Siberian, your maturity does you credit.

I wonder if I ought to spare Miakis the sight of you...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

My speed may be hampered, but yours is too you jackass.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig chuckles, extending a hand to Ken in almost courtly invitation - an impression that probably comes from the formal clothing he's wearing.] And who said I was going to use my speed~?

[Say goodbye to control over your own limbs, Ken. Schuldig casually directs his enemy's body to walk forward, taking his hand as though accepting an invitation to dance, and there isn't much of anything Ken can do about it. Even in their numerous fights up to this point, Schuldig hasn't gone this far...but today, the town has usurped his normal priorities and preferences, making him far more willing to use strong-arm tactics if it'll accomplish his goals.

Not that he really minds any opportunity to show Ken up, or to make him squirm. He just usually wouldn't be this heavy-handed about it.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Oh there is much cursing, both mentally and verbally. He's a little confused as why he isn't screaming at Schuldig tho.]

Y-you stupid son of a bitch!

[He's trying to fight as much as he can, making his movements jerky and awkward. He really does not want to get into close range to Mastermind right now, though when they eventually do clasp hands, Ken tries to squeeze as hard as he can. He's broken bones that way before.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Ken - Schuldig is already in your mind, he's inevitably going to be aware of any form of rebellion you attempt. That, and no telepath is needed to guess than a hand clasp between enemies might turn bone-crushing if allowed. As such, Ken will find his hand doesn't obey any more than the rest of him; the best he can manage is a slight squeeze, which is more intimate than injuring. And - just to heighten the insult - Schuldig returns the squeeze in kind, holding Ken's gaze as he does so.

The false intimacy of it arguably makes this gesture even creepier than Schuldig's hijacking Ken's entire body, despite the innocuous form the intimacy takes.

With that, Schuldig takes Ken's hand and begins leading him toward the graveyard, looking immensely self-satisfied. His life hasn't been going well recently, and his undeath isn't going any better...but there are some pleasures that are timeless, and help him forget all the setbacks and misery he's experienced since Schwarz left. It's a comforting reminder that no matter what else may happen, no matter who is or isn't with him, he is still the Mastermind.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken is mentally fuming at this blatant display of Schuldig's power. His brain is rapidly inching towards code red with rage, which is made worse by the fact that he can't actually do anything to help himself in this situation.

The closer they get to the graveyard, the more frantic Ken is to get himself out of that situation.

Mastermind was going to pay for this dearly once he had any control back.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig certainly isn't loosening his hold on Ken's mind - or hell, even his hand - any time soon. He's perfectly aware of how dangerous Ken can be if he feels like, and thus the importance of keeping the leash tight. Besides, his compulsion to haul people back to the graveyard is still in full effect; until he has Ken back at the crypt he's selected as their end destination, it won't be satisfied.

Fortunately for Ken - and bemusingly for Schuldig - he has absolutely no game plan for what to do when they get there. So, as frantic as Ken's efforts are to break free by the time they reach the crypt, the fact is that by the time Schuldig releases his grip on the other man's hand he simply stands there, at something of a loss.

This isn't to say he releases his grip on the other man's mind, of course, though it does relax significantly. Ken will find he has full control of his voice again(including its volume), and more or less free control of his body...though there's a sort of weight on his mind, a faint but noticeable pressure that seems to suggest any attempts at unapproved actions will result in control being snatched right back. This is a casual deterrent from attacking Schuldig immediately...and also from his leaving before the telepath has fully decided what to do here, if anything.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken practically started vibrating with tension as soon as the control pressure started to dial down but he knows it's still there, that part of his mind that has been primed to be under influence is making him feel it keenly. So thankfully for them both his mouth takes over and he starts screaming obscenities at Schuldig and is attempting to make his displeasure known.]

What the flyin' fuck Schuldig! There is no way in hell I'm goin' down there with you!

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

I don't recall saying you had to. [Schuldig's voice is unusually mild, and somewhat distracted; it sounds like he's only half paying attention to Ken or anything he's saying. It's actually a little odd, at least for him.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Maybe not, but it sure seems like you're thinkin' about it! [Oh he just wants to throttle him.

Or Schuldig could now maybe realize Ken is contemplating giving him a boot to the ass to push him in.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[If Ken makes an ill-advised attempt to actually do so, Schuldig will have him tangle up his own feet and fall flat on his face. For the moment, he's too preoccupied to bother with physically defending himself or dodging.]

If you weren't here, what would you be doing? [He directs the seemingly inane question at Ken without turning his head.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[The blandness of the question serves to temporarily bring him out of his annoyance.]

To be honest? Who knows. Probably tryin' to find Miakis. Why?

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And why would you be trying to find her? To show off how terrible you look in outdated formal wear?

[These questions actually have an oblique point to them - Schuldig's trying to work out his confusing compulsions, and whether Ken shares them.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck no! You think I like bein' stuck in this stupid get up? Like hell I'd wanna show it off. Nah, I wanna find her cause I'm worried...[Well, that and he wanted to cart her off somewhere, but he was ignoring that part.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

And that's the only reason, Siberian...?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I dunno mastermind, you tell me. [This is the snottiest voice he can manage, and it's pretty snotty. Enjoy Schuldig. Of course he relents after a moment, he doesn't want Schuldig actually digging about for other reasons.]

I dunno what the town wants us to do, I just figured I'd know when we got there. What, you don't know?

Shocking. [Nope, wait, he wasn't done being a snot.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

No, I don't know. [And for a moment, Schuldig looks genuinely nonplussed. This isn't something that happens often. Ken might find it satisfying, or maybe he'll find it strange and unsettling in a completely foreign way. Either way, it's brief.

Then Schuldig grins wolfishly.] Which means I can improvise. What would you suggest I do with an enemy who's mouthing off to me, when I have him at my mercy in a graveyard?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[He really does enjoy it. Schuldig sounding like something other then either a really broken doll, or a really arrogant prick is music to his ears. Still, he sees the trap in that next comment.]

Cause it's my neck on the line I would suggest lettin' him go. [Did you really expect him to be that stupid mastermind?]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Ken, if you can't recognize a veiled reminder of your precarious position for what it is rather than Schuldig genuinely asking your opinion, there's just no helping you.]

Oh, I think some punishment is warranted. And there are all these open graves around... [He doesn't actually intend to kill Ken...or bury him alive, which is what he's been hinting at. But he sees absolutely no reason not to let Ken sweat over the possibility.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You do, you pay for it. [That is a threat that he does recognize.]