[Schuldig has been at ease with the idea of casual murder for years, of course. Oh, he's done it himself, on occasion, though it's so much more elegant to go through other people - goading them to it, enticing them into it, subtly guiding them into doing exactly what Schwarz wants done. It has the added benefit of giving him the time to be lazy,
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Or, that is what he was aiming for but instead of the result he unconsciously desired, the paper ball simply hits the window before pathetically dropping on the floor and rolling under the nearest table. Having witnessed just what kind of items, things, people he has been able to sent flying through even walls in the past, even his brain manages to count what's 1+1 = his powers are gone.
Or more like, it has been reduced to the level of a normal human being apparently, something he has desired to have always. Which is exactly why this is so puzzling to him; the letter had after all mentioned that there would be a penalty for failure in killing his target, which to him would apparently be losing the control of his strenght. Heck, now that he though of it, the penalty for him would be that he has to kill someone, as that mostly what ( ... )
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And if he isn't...well, who cares? He's got plenty of bullets.
Schuldig vaults out of the window after him, smirking already. He takes a shot at Shizuo's back before he actually starts running, however - he's already trying to hit a moving target, no reason to ruin his accuracy further by trying to shoot on the fly himself.]
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Oh, he's not worried about keeping up.
He starts shooting again, rather less accurately but making up for this with far more bullets. Between that and the wild laughter, it's fairly obvious he doesn't care if they hit, or who - right now, he's having fun.]
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