But you're hurting me from inside of my head

[have_your_lives]

[Filtered to the Legion of Doom, Edward Nigma, and pretty much everyone he's contacted in regards to this post]

I think our friend Nigma has, once again, neglected to consider the finer points of telepathy...as, perhaps, all of you may have. Namely, if he's asking you all for ways to defeat a telepath, then he doesn't have any now. So he's

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[godisachild]

Neat.

[have_your_lives]

Playing up the arrogantly unimpressed angle, I take it? I wish I could say that was novel.

[godisachild]

Not really. I come from a world where psychics are pretty common. Worked for a warlord for awhile.

Less unique then you think man, but hey you made your point.

[have_your_lives]

I'm not unique in my world, either. Just one of the best.

[bro_thel_fist]

So, you're the telepath he's all butthurt about?

Nice to meetcha.

[have_your_lives]

An understatement.

Hello, Raquel.

[bro_thel_fist]

...oh shit, you're legit.

[She's impressed!]

So... what's Eddie's issue with you, anyway?

[have_your_lives]

Did you want the whole list?

The juiciest bit is that I'm 'married' to the woman who just spurned him.

[greatestmanll40]

[The second Lex hears Schuldig on the phone, he immediately equips himself with his Anti-Telepathy shield removed from his warsuit, attaching it it the back of his neck.]

Ah... so you're Schuldig.

[have_your_lives]

[Now that gets his attention. He doesn't necessarily focus in on any one person's thoughts until they give him some reason to pay attention, but he caught the tail end of Lex's thoughts before they simply...vanished. He's only experienced that sudden emptiness through the death or, more recently, droning of someone he was listening to...

But the man doesn't sound droned at all. Certainly not dead. What is this?

Aside from legitimately troubling, if this is one of Edward's allies.]

It seems I've gained quite the reputation. So you're one of the people Edward's trying to con into settling his grudges for him?

[greatestmanll40]

Nigma is an associate of mine, so I trust to help him with whatever... problems he may face.

I haven't actually heard many good things about you,.

[have_your_lives]

Why? Associating with him doesn't seem all that profitable, from where I'm standing, and he doesn't seem to have a single problem he hasn't single-handedly created for himself. Why anyone would want to help him clean up his own messes, I can't imagine.

Now there's a surprise. What have you heard about me?

[glowing_science]

[Ema's lived with Schuldig long enough to know that there's no hiding the conversation she had with Edward from Schuldig. Additionally, she's familiar enough with his patterns to know that he's probably not going to pass up the chance to confront her about it. Avoiding him is fruitless and will make this hurt worse later. It's better to get this over with, quickly and as easily as possible. That way, the sting ends up being briefer.

Like removing a bandaid.

Scientifically speaking.

As such, she's at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, sipping it and waiting.]

[have_your_lives]

[Schuldig slinks into the kitchen moments after Ema's settled in; he knows she's waiting for him, and that makes this convenient. It's hard to say what sort of mood he's in; maybe his sparring with Edward recently has improved his mood, as it doesn't seem as dark and vicious as before - he's less like an animal in a trap, ready to gnaw its own limbs off to get away. But he's certainly not happy, either.

He's frightening enough when he's smirking, or when he's seething - but somehow, this unreadable attitude is more frightening than either. There are no obvious warning signs. It leaves one feeling as though they're deaf, and about to take a stroll through a rattlesnake den.]

You didn't tell him everything. [It's not a question in that he obviously knows she didn't tell Edward everything...but, at the same time, it suggests other questions.]

[glowing_science]

[Ema sips her coffee, not meeting Schuldig's eyes.]

You'd have me by the throat right now if I had. And he's just end up taunting you with it and getting himself killed that much faster.

[These are, of course, vague excuses that sideswipe the main issue entirely.]

[have_your_lives]

You wouldn't even have a throat if you had. [It's not said with any particular emphasis; it's merely a statement. Schuldig's past was agonizing to live through; the sharing of it would be unbearable. Fortunately, it seems he was successful in conveying to Ema just how private even what little she knows, or can guess at, actually is.] But I suppose even you know that wouldn't be fair, hm? I might as well come at you with a knife in a thunderstorm.

[He leans against the kitchen counter, studying her.] I assume you want him to kill me.