Halloween Schwarz drabble
In appreciation of guiltyred Halloween crackfic, I present to her "The Smudge"
If Crawford had 'seen' it perhaps he could have prevented it. Sadly, some things are beyond even the sight of the Oracle. Not even he could have foreseen the debacle, the nightmare inducing, the sheer horror of what happened. Without a warning he couldn't even get possession of the negatives of the photos that had to exist and had most likely been sold to the foulest tabloid.
It's a good thing he always kept a spare of glasses because the damned lenses cracked at the sight. Nagi stood frozen, face locked in a rictus to rival the effect of Medusa's gaze, unable to blink, unable to turn away and unable to save himself. Farfarello only spared it because it was surely and without a doubt a spectacle to make God cry.
The party had been underground, the legality dubious in several countries, the guest list infamous and the liquor had flowed freely. Too freely, and perhaps laced with euphorics. Yes, illegal substances of some sort or mind control so unbreakable as to halt all intelligent and tasteful thinking processes.
Complete subjugation. Crawford would accept no less of an excuse. He could forgive the raucous singing, the total drunkness, but not this. This defiled the very image of Schwarz as an assassin group of unquestionable caliber.
Swallowing his revulsion and nudging Nagi to concealment, Crawford motioned for Farfarello to help him contain the abomination and hide it from view. The telepath was going to pay for this when he sobered up, him and his damnable Halloween costume. A costume complete with striped stockings that went over the knees, inked on freckles of unnatural proportions and orange hair twisted into two braids and forced to extend at right angles to his head.
They threw Schuldig into Farf's cell and locked the door for his crime. Only the damned telepath could have gotten so wasted as to allow the maddened fangirls to dress him as Pippi Longstocking and leave him on the doorstep to showcase their triumph. Golden eyes narrowed and glass glinted dangerously within steel frames. Hell, yes, there would be a reckoning.
If Crawford had 'seen' it perhaps he could have prevented it. Sadly, some things are beyond even the sight of the Oracle. Not even he could have foreseen the debacle, the nightmare inducing, the sheer horror of what happened. Without a warning he couldn't even get possession of the negatives of the photos that had to exist and had most likely been sold to the foulest tabloid.
It's a good thing he always kept a spare of glasses because the damned lenses cracked at the sight. Nagi stood frozen, face locked in a rictus to rival the effect of Medusa's gaze, unable to blink, unable to turn away and unable to save himself. Farfarello only spared it because it was surely and without a doubt a spectacle to make God cry.
The party had been underground, the legality dubious in several countries, the guest list infamous and the liquor had flowed freely. Too freely, and perhaps laced with euphorics. Yes, illegal substances of some sort or mind control so unbreakable as to halt all intelligent and tasteful thinking processes.
Complete subjugation. Crawford would accept no less of an excuse. He could forgive the raucous singing, the total drunkness, but not this. This defiled the very image of Schwarz as an assassin group of unquestionable caliber.
Swallowing his revulsion and nudging Nagi to concealment, Crawford motioned for Farfarello to help him contain the abomination and hide it from view. The telepath was going to pay for this when he sobered up, him and his damnable Halloween costume. A costume complete with striped stockings that went over the knees, inked on freckles of unnatural proportions and orange hair twisted into two braids and forced to extend at right angles to his head.
They threw Schuldig into Farf's cell and locked the door for his crime. Only the damned telepath could have gotten so wasted as to allow the maddened fangirls to dress him as Pippi Longstocking and leave him on the doorstep to showcase their triumph. Golden eyes narrowed and glass glinted dangerously within steel frames. Hell, yes, there would be a reckoning.