Schrodinger (schroedinger) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-04-20 18:08:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Current music: | Dream of Mirror Online |
Entry tags: | finished thread, rating: pg, sal, schrodinger, setting: emptiness |
We don't have time for this--
Who: Schro and open~
Summary: He's in the shop where he last saw L, where he hid the wind-up mouse again. He starts playing with it until he realizes that he is not alone.
Where: Said shop in Emptiness.
When: Today, round noon.
Rating/Warning: PG? Maybe G, depending on who replies. No warnings, except Schro will be fiercely protective of his toy.
He frowned as he appeared just a milimeter inside the shop. He could remember when the lines between good and evil were blurred yet so outstandingly clear, never any gray areas in between right and wrong. But now, he could never be sure. True, Schroedinger was quite unafraid of his decision to help Blythe (if only because he felt horrible [that was a strange feeling in itself] of what he had done to the Asgardians. Certainly, the cat boy wasn't looking for any sort of second chance as far as God was concerned (even now, he stubbornly rebelled against the forces that kept him in this game of maus and maus [it was too petty to be called cat and mouse to the Nazi]).
Perhaps he was defective.
He was useful to both sides; he had access to Asgard like no one else on his team had, and he was immortal, in a sense (Never age, never be permanently scarred, disappear and reappear at will..), but he wasn't sure if he wanted them anymore.
To put it bluntly, he was sick of it. Tiptoeing around the aforementioned lines, laughing at death, while secretly begging for its embrace. Keeping a hawk's glare on the comm. systems, lying in wait to strike at any foolishly given secret, whether to memorize it or pick at the soul until he was satisfied...
It wasn't worth it. And yet, he'd honor the promise he had given to L, and, perhaps to a little-bit-lesser-extent, to Blythe. No matter what he was told, he would keep the secrets until he died (died? That's a laugh). Schroedinger might have been a liar at times, but he would never betray what anyone would tell him that he knew was in good faith on their parts, even if it meant him stepping on any Niflheimers toes. Plus, they didn't do him any favors, so why stick out his neck for them, anyway?
With a soft sigh, he darted to the counter, and picked up the mouse L had left him before he vanished. Schroedinger assumed the worse, although he was glad he was acknowledged by a person he had come to respect and find some companionship in during the silly game.
He wound up the toy, and let it go on the tile floor, letting it run out of 'power' so he could pick it up and repeat the process once again, a smile rising from his lips as he swatted at it's tail absentmindedly, the music and words from the mouse bringing back better memories than he would admit.
Of course, he quickly halted it when he sensed someone nearby. He gripped the mouse possessively in his right hand, with his ears flattening against his skull in suspicion, and a hint of annoyance.
Lyrics from Frou Frou's "Shhh".