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[Schuldig tends to keep himself hopped up on sugar, when he can; his telepathy takes a lot of managing, and a lot of energy, and a constant sugar rush (coupled with plenty of caffeine) actually helps with that. As a result, he's been eating the candy corn casually ever since Halloween; it just so happens that when he does so today, unusual things happen.

He's not sure where this came from - and he got rid of the cap immediately, because he's not about to hide his magnificent hair - but he's got absolutely no problems wearing it; after all, his rather...eclectic fashion sense at the best of times has proven he can look good in anything. And if he's feeling more flirtatious than usual, what of it? He's never particularly restrained. He's vaguely aware that Mayfield is responsible for this in some way; he'd already chatted up some other people who've been affected before he'd joined their ranks. It just so happens that they're not doing much to him that a lot of alcohol couldn't.

So - who wants to be hit up by what looks vaguely like a man wearing a Nazi nurse uniform? THE LINE STARTS HERE.]

Well, this is bound to be entertaining. I just wish I was able to watch from a greater distance. It's hard to make out the big picture from up close.

Well, Crawford, with Nagi droned and Farfarello having lost what precious little sanity he's got, it looks like it's just the two of us. Should I even bother asking if you're coming to me?

Joshua, you're welcome along if you've got no other plans. Schwarz seems to be a little short-handed at the moment.

[They're not supposed to be provoking Weiss. That was pretty definitively outlined by Crawford as part of their whole 'laying low' agenda currently in place. Schuldig is aware of this, and up until now he's been obeying it.

However, Nagi flaunted this little rule recently, which resulted in nothing more than a light slap on the wrist from Crawford. Schuldig doesn't believe in double standards - or, at least, he doesn't think they should apply to anyone but him - so clearly he and Farfarello are due a chance to harass Ken, right?

Besides, there is only so much good behavior one can reasonably expect Schuldig to maintain.

He surveys Ken's house speculatively.] Siberian paid me a house call not too long ago, Farfarello - while I was still without telepathy. Attacked me while I was at a disadvantage. Shall we show him what that's like?

[Mercifully, Schuldig remembers almost nothing of his death; the sensation of his body being twisted more or less blended in with the agony he'd already been experiencing, and his neck snapping happened so suddenly that there's really nothing to remember.

But he remembers the pain, in crystal clarity. And when he jerks awake and upright in bed, breathing hard, it's almost still there, the memory so vivid he has to bring his hands up to cover his eyes and confirm that yes, the sensation of his fingers is what's real, anything else is just an unwelcome ghost...

He can see those fingers, too, which means the blindness is also gone. But still...he feels shakier and more unsettled than he ever thought he could be, than he's been since Rosenkrüs. The comparisons between this place and that one just keep racking up, which is doing nothing for his frame of mind.

He hated Rosenkrüs, more than he's ever hated anything else.

He re-establishes the telepathic link between the Schwarz members, slowly, almost easing his way into their minds. And, eventually, he gets up and goes to the phone, his voice a low rasp rather than his usual sleazy confidence.]

Schwarz, we need to talk. In person.

Joshua...did you ever go see that girl? Your mind's as coy as the rest of you. [It almost sounds like a joke, except that he doesn't quite manage to pull off the humor.] If anyone talked to that Lucy girl, then I want to talk to you.

[Schuldig has been slowly - much more so than he'd like - recuperating from the wounds Nagi gave him during his teammate's run-in with Raven's Blood, and probably low-level harassing everyone in his house into the bargain. (Not nearly up to his usual standards, but it's unwise to make anyone too violent toward you while you can't walk without limping.) However, news of a package having arrived for him in the mail is enough to get him up off the couch. Ema, like a properly intimidated person, was too afraid to keep it from him and so left it on the kitchen table.

He opens it to find...an eyeball. It's not the most gruesome thing he's ever seen by a long shot, but the rather eerie familiarity of the color throws him off for a moment -

- until it vanishes before his one eye, and suddenly he's got two to work with again. He can feel it underneath the bandages, even though he has to rip those off before he can confirm that yes, he's got depth perception back and everything.

Have some very smug cackling, housemates. And, shortly, over the phone, too.]

Who's better off now, Nagi? You're still as hairless as an infant, aren't you~?

[Unfiltered because why would he ever want to filter this. Nagi may disagree, but Schuldig at his cockiest does not care for such insignificant details. Also, he's had a few weeks to forget the matter of prudence when teasing someone who can throw things at your head from behind even when he's standing right in front of you.]

[Filtered from: Nagi Naoe]

[Schuldig's voice sounds far more irritable and lacking in amused arrogance than usual. Also, he's very brief.] Hey, Siberian. We need to talk.

[Schuldig has been lying low for the past few days, thanks to having lost an eye; he's both been recuperating and adjusting to the change in depth perception. He's also been having some pretty significant headaches, as much from having to get used to his renewed telepathy all over again as from anything else.

However, it's been days now, and he's feeling pretty good - not to mention bored. Time to go have some fun with the powers he paid so highly for. And who better to target than Ken, after the assassin paid him such a lovely house call last time?

So Schuldig is knocking on Ken's front door, standing off to the side so the man can't punch him as soon as he opens it up. Feel free to spot him at it (or even catch him on his way there) and question him about the bandages he's still got wrapped around his head.]

[Well, Mayfield, you have a redhead walking unsteadily down the street, a hand over the bloody hole where his right eye used to be, and that entire side of his face a mask of blood. He's clearly badly off, probably even going into shock, and definitely in intense amounts of pain.

Nonetheless, he is laughing. Wildly. To say he sounds as balanced as a broken scale would be putting it mildly. Because he is a telepath again, and nothing else matters.

He manages to make it to a phone, speaking into it in a slightly unsteady voice.] It worked, Nagi. Can you drive...?

[Outfit - 5 box tops
Gun - 10 box tops
Telepathy - 75 box tops
Mind Control - 200 box tops
Morals - 1000 box tops]

[Well, hello opportunity for Schuldig to get his telepathy back. It's expensive, but fortunately drone Ema has been giving all her money to her beloved husband...

So Schuldig will be stocking up on as much cereal as he can - he's going to need a lot of box tops. He does make note over the phone, however - ] Hey, Prodigy. Check your mailbox; things just got interesting.

[He's not sure if he buys any of this, mind. But he doesn't see why he should pass up on the possibility...and he really fucking wants his telepathy back.]

[Stealing drone!Ema's money with her mun's permission~]

[Normally Schuldig would filter this, but he's sore and aggravated and just can't be bothered.]

Damn it, Nagi, what's the use of you living with an assassin when you don't keep tabs on what he's up to? A heads-up if he decides to make a pest of himself to me - over you - would be the least you could do for me.

I'll remember this, Siberian.

[While it hardly falls anywhere in the usual scope of his activities, Schuldig is certainly competent enough to follow a recipe, and so he's made a perfectly passable chocolate cake. He included icing, too - not so much because he's nice as because he's suspicious enough to not want to give Shiraasan any logical reason to deem the cake unfinished or unacceptable. He was promised a gun, and he wants a gun - but he's still having a hard time believing anyone would trade a gun just for this, so he keeps looking for loopholes that might be used to screw him over.

So, cake in hand, he's currently knocking - or, actually, a little closer to pounding - on the door of 1448 Mitchell Road. He's looking for Shiraasan, although to be honest, he never asked for her name...and the other inhabitants of the house may get to the door first.]

[Filtered to: Nagi Naoe]

I have an interesting question for you, Nagi. How do you feel about baking?

[Yes, Schuldig is trying to bake. He personally finds this hilariously ridiculous, but the potential payoff could be quite profitable, and it's novel enough to keep him occupied - not to mention one of the most innocuous things he's done in years. Family members are free to find him in the kitchen and wonder what the hell he's been smoking.]

So...I've noticed that some people here have powers, and some don't. And, more specifically, some don't that ought to.

So those of you with powers - did you lose them when you first arrived here? And how did you get them back?

[Be aware - while Schuldig is certainly interested in the answer to this question, he's also rather interested in just who may out themselves as having powers he needs to keep an eye on.]

[It's the silence that snaps him awake - more dissonant than any actual sound could ever be. It's like he's been struck deaf inside his own head. No, worse than that; while a person might have encountered a lack of sound before in their lives, Schuldig has almost never had any lack of thoughts to listen to. Listen, hell; they've practically fought their way into his head to be heard at times.

And now - nothing. They'd shut him down once or twice like this at Rosenkrüs, as a punishment; they'd always had their ways of controlling their psychic charges. It was always effective. The absence of what should be there is isolation, vulnerability, and paranoia all rolled together in one convenient package...and it's far worse now because he's not at Rosenkrüs anymore, Esset should be in complete disarray, and this should not be happening to him now.

He's out of bed in moments and only further incensed to find that his clothes - and, far less surprisingly, his gun - are gone, and an angry rummage through the closets and drawers reveals nothing he'd wear unless Crawford ordered it. And then he sees the phone.

Anyone listening will hear him jabbing at some numbers before he listens at the earpiece. Then, when he doesn't hear a dial tone or a call being completed, he snarls into the phone.]

You've shut me down, so you know what I'm capable of. And now I've seen what you're capable of. But unless you plan on keeping me locked up here forever - and I can guarantee you, that's never worked out well for anyone before - then it's time to talk business. You give everything back, and I do mean everything, and then you tell me what you want done, and we have an understanding.

But why bring only me? [And then, Schuldig finally focuses long enough to notice the photograph next to the phone.] ...and what is this?

[Housemates, feel free to find Schuldig tearing his room apart, still looking for his things or any devices which might be blocking his telepathy. Be warned, he's likely to be angry and at least mildly violent. Also he's only wearing boxers, so there's that.]

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