[Don't mind how Schuldig has let himself in, Edward. It's fairly easy; any other time, he might be a little concerned about strolling into the home of Slugger and Susan, two people he considers much more formidable than Edward, but under the circumstances...well. For one thing, consequences don't frighten him anymore(or, perhaps more accurately, never did, but they're especially unimportant now). For another, he's pretty damn sure everyone is distracted, either running around like toys with dying batteries - like Edward, like himself - or running around like panicked chickens, trying to hold to the impermanent. Today, everyone has their own agenda they're preoccupied with.
His own happens to include Edward.
When Edward emerges from the bedroom in his costume, Schuldig is waiting there to meet him. He'd almost half-resemble Edward, in fact, since his own green trenchcoat is oddly (circumstantially) similar...except that he's hardly recognizable at the moment. He looks as though he just came from Carrie's prom night; his everything seems to be bleeding. The shirt beneath his trenchcoat is visibly drenched, as are his pants; the trenchcoat is thicker material, but even it's showing blood saturation in some places. And, of course, there's a familiar wound in Schuldig's forehead that's streaking his face with red. He looks like some sort of blood-soaked gorgon.
And he's not paying any of it the slightest bit of attention. The blood is coming from practically every part of him, but they're all superficial wounds - for the moment. Slowly, gradually deepening, and he knows it, but negligible for now. And the human body has, he knows, a ridiculous amount of blood in it, can take a tremendous amount of punishment and still keep going - he's got awhile yet. He's honestly not sure if that's a point of reassurance or dread. But it means that when he speaks, he doesn't sound any different, doesn't acknowledge his own condition at all.]
You know she wouldn't want you doing this. So riddle me this, Nigma - why are you?
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His own happens to include Edward.
When Edward emerges from the bedroom in his costume, Schuldig is waiting there to meet him. He'd almost half-resemble Edward, in fact, since his own green trenchcoat is oddly (circumstantially) similar...except that he's hardly recognizable at the moment. He looks as though he just came from Carrie's prom night; his everything seems to be bleeding. The shirt beneath his trenchcoat is visibly drenched, as are his pants; the trenchcoat is thicker material, but even it's showing blood saturation in some places. And, of course, there's a familiar wound in Schuldig's forehead that's streaking his face with red. He looks like some sort of blood-soaked gorgon.
And he's not paying any of it the slightest bit of attention. The blood is coming from practically every part of him, but they're all superficial wounds - for the moment. Slowly, gradually deepening, and he knows it, but negligible for now. And the human body has, he knows, a ridiculous amount of blood in it, can take a tremendous amount of punishment and still keep going - he's got awhile yet. He's honestly not sure if that's a point of reassurance or dread. But it means that when he speaks, he doesn't sound any different, doesn't acknowledge his own condition at all.]
You know she wouldn't want you doing this. So riddle me this, Nigma - why are you?