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i, i drink all the time...

::i confess::


Let me tell you a joke:
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You can crack a telepath open, but then they’ll be just like everyone else.

Ahehe.. hehe.. heh. Hn.

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Schuldig decides that it's a Kritiker plot to keep him dissatisfied that summons the smirking kitten away during their date, and not simply that the other redhead had texted the flowershop for an emergency rescue call.
He snorts, smirks to try it out for himself as he hails a taxi, and finally bursts into laughter in the lobby of Taketori HQ.

Ice Cream
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Schuldig made it through another unremarkable day in harness, careful to watch Crawford for any sign that he should, for the sake of his team (or his health,) call off his ice cream social. Lack of disapproval was as good as he usually got, so he stepped out of the air conditioned tower with confidence- what's the worst that could happen, they sell you ice cream with plastic spoons, the Weiss boy wouldn't have his blades on him, would he? He slowed before crossing the street, looking both ways and stuffing his hands into his pockets before trotting into traffic. Aya wouldn't wear some kind of long coat, not in this weather, right? Hn. Or maybe he would. Oh, the turtleneck? Schuldig laughed to himself as he slid into a taxi. You can't hide a katana in a turtleneck- nothing to worry about.
The ride was brief and Schuldig didn't pay, sending the cabbie on his way with a happy thought. "To-ri-mi," he considered the sign and tried out the feel of the words. They didn't feel the same in his mouth as they did in the minds of those around him. Schuldig looked at the people inside, the few people on the street, realized he was different enough to make quite an impression and took a few precautions to make them forget him for a little while. "Privacy, ne."

[why? because.. kitties like birdies, ne?]
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Moving fic away from RP, and third bit...
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Moving drabbles and fic things away from here and over to schu1dig.
Separation of church and state, weisch?

{and to be honest the real zone is now Schmetterling @ DW}

That must have ended badly, whatever it was, etc.
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Morning
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Schuldig woke on time, but later than the others, as late as he could.
He knew they were supposed to spend more time in the offices of the idiots.  He was responsible for something about guest screening during the day's meetings.
"Pathetic waste of my time!" he announced to the kitchen over his coffee, then affixed the cup to his face and sulked.  One arm wrapped around his middle, his foot moved to draw a line over the linoleum and then he tapped over it, and back, and over it, and back.
"Feh."

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Mission
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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.
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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."
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(Sept 2004) Schuldich stands there shirtless and smelling of pizza and sake...
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holy crap the june-oct 2004 entry titles and cut text are hilarious. just a little look back to when phoenix had a cast. jeeeeeez some of the august -sept bits are making me weep/laugh...



Originally posted by schuldich_wk at Schuldich stands there shirtless and smelling of pizza and sake...
Schuldich meets Aya in the hallway licking his fingers and carrying a rather battered looking pizza box. He stands and looks at the shopping bags, sucks on his index finger and holds the box out for inspection. "Pizza?"

Aya looks him over, and his first thought is he wonders who's pizza he stole... "What kind of pizza?" He's sure there's some sort of story behind it, but for now he continues on to the door of their apartment carrying heavy shopping bags, figuring Schu will follow.

Schuldich smiles and follows Aya. "It's 'all dressed', whatever the hell that is." He's finished licking his fingers clean and moves to take the door handle. "Ah, no key, you have the key?"

Aya is trying to figure out how he managed to lock the door without having the key, unless... "Did you loose the key?" It's the most logical, he hopes. But he does have a key of his own and sets some of the bags down to dig it out of a pocket.

Schuldich eyes Aya's hand rummaging in his pocket, pushing his unrestrained hair back from his face. "No. It's in the key-bowl. I went out through the window," that's pretty much it, and he balances the pizza box carefully with one hand, the other leaving his hair to rest at his hip.

(OOC) After a moments careful consideration, {Climbing out the balcony, leaping up the walls, mind-making Youji order pizza and stealing it to feed to me...} Aya lifts the wok and brains Schu with it, a good one, resounding like a gong. 'You were easier to manage when you were stunned.'Collapse )

Aya arches an eyebrow "Nothing? I don't think death is nothing. I don't care if Kudou wants to help or not. He can help or he can stay out of it. If we wanted to, we could force him to help. us kill Yuki Eiri." After all, Youji's the one who babbles on and on about the Plan, and what's the Plan? No one is to hurt the pack, Weiss or Schwarz. Well Yuki Eiri hurt a member of the pack, and he hurt Aya with his actions as well, as such, there will be punishment dished out.


Aya supposes he could see why Kudou would be reluctant, but... 'I killed the guy once, I doubt it would be much more difficult to do it again.'Collapse )

It's that kind of dream where someone has just called out "Action!"
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It's that kind of dream where someone has just called out "Action!"

That must have ended badly, whatever it was.
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fic moved: That must have ended badly, whatever it was.

July 2003 - Arucard
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Arucard smiles. "I'm just wondering is all. Since you're so fearful of touch I asumed sex for you wasn't pleasurable."

Schuldich says, "It's a scream."

http://schuldich-wk.livejournal.com/10302.html

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