- June 9th, 2013
Aya stood, and brushed himself off, watching with detached interest as a bit of blood smeared across the lapels of his coat. Given that the was surrounded by the dead, he should feel alone, but he knows damn well there are eyes watching him in the dark, waiting for their owner to be acknowledged.
"Alright, Mastermind. I know you're here, you psychotic bastard. Quit hiding. I've given you a show," he gestured to the carnage at his feet," now get out here and give me my applause." Abyssinian crossed his arms over his chest, and waited, usual glare firmly in place.
It's silent for a moment, uncertainty in the air; maybe Aya was alone after all, maybe it wasn't the Schwarz telepath, maybe the telepath had no response or too many to choose from.
A slow, ringing applause sounds after the deliberately awkward hesitation, echoing from the ceiling and filling the air, seeming to come from behind Aya and to the left.
"Na, such a needy kitten," Schuldig's voice was quiet, amused, and a little too close to be purely audial. "Undercompensated. That's what happens when you're not doing 'for profit' work. Social justice agencies don't pay very well, do they." Shrugging gently, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, the telepath took a step forward to come within view and made a show of drawing a line in the blood on the floor with the toe of his boot. "People on this side don't get cut in half, people with vendettas and sharp implements should stay on that side."