So We Meet Again... Wednesday 1.37
Oct. 22nd, 2008 10:40 amA small spike of adrenaline coursed through his veins as the girl screamed for her brother. Something about his confrontations with Abyssinian always did bring a small smirk of sweet anticipation to his face.
'I am afraid I am not one to take orders well." He shot back at the girl with a touch of amusement in his voice.
Abbysinian was looking decidedly pale but putting on a decent show of bravado. His first instinct was to protect the girl. Not call for help. Not run for his weapon. Not place himself in a better position to escape. It was the only thing that made him and perhaps all of Weiss totally predictable even without the visions. They clung to their sentimentality, to some twisted notion of morality, and laughably enough, decency. Murderers with hearts. The day they all faced that reality would turn out to be a holiday for Schuldig to be sure.
Crawford waved Farfarello to the far door. The rest of Abbysinian's team would most likely come running to the girl's scream. He was betting they wouldn't risk the confrontation with Aya in the room.
"Balinese is resting comfortably. It looks like Mastermind did him a favor... seeing how his team has taken such good care of him." The sarcasm was unmistakable and it was only punctuated by the casual stance Crawford assumed. He was clearly unconcerned and certainly unthreatened.
"Let's make this easy... all we want is information. But for that we will need Bombay."
'I am afraid I am not one to take orders well." He shot back at the girl with a touch of amusement in his voice.
Abbysinian was looking decidedly pale but putting on a decent show of bravado. His first instinct was to protect the girl. Not call for help. Not run for his weapon. Not place himself in a better position to escape. It was the only thing that made him and perhaps all of Weiss totally predictable even without the visions. They clung to their sentimentality, to some twisted notion of morality, and laughably enough, decency. Murderers with hearts. The day they all faced that reality would turn out to be a holiday for Schuldig to be sure.
Crawford waved Farfarello to the far door. The rest of Abbysinian's team would most likely come running to the girl's scream. He was betting they wouldn't risk the confrontation with Aya in the room.
"Balinese is resting comfortably. It looks like Mastermind did him a favor... seeing how his team has taken such good care of him." The sarcasm was unmistakable and it was only punctuated by the casual stance Crawford assumed. He was clearly unconcerned and certainly unthreatened.
"Let's make this easy... all we want is information. But for that we will need Bombay."
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Date: 2008-11-05 04:01 pm (UTC)"Ran-kun?" Omi spoke after Aya-chan had left. "I may be wrong about this, but don't you think that now that she knows who we are, it would be safer for her if she wasn't fully in the dark about everything? Schwartz has always had a habit of using innocent people to get to us." Omi wasn't sure what exactly he was trying to say but he did know he didn't want Ran to be worried about Aya and he didn't want Aya to be upset and maybe do something reckless.
"I'm just saying, maybe it would be better to teach her out to fight so then if something does happen you'll at least know she can take care of herself."
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Date: 2008-11-05 05:40 pm (UTC)"Get her," Ran rasped, his voice both a threat and an entreaty. "Please."
He knew too well his shortcomings, and he would cost himself his leg if he attempted the retrieval himself.
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Date: 2008-11-06 03:59 am (UTC)[Omi exits]