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Half a name of light, half a drury ending -- but always sought.

Oct 28, 2011 23:35

WHO: EDDIE NYGMA and OPEN.
WHERE: All over the City, just tag in your position.
WHEN: Between October 25, 2011 and October 29th, 2011.
WARNINGS: Will edit... In case... Well.
SUMMARY: I'm sure there's someone who wants to hit him, or something.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.

( It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information. )

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Wednesday, sometime...during the ... day homomachinis October 30 2011, 00:30:21 UTC

In City Hall, Edward probably doesn't get the intellectual stimulation that he probably desires, but at least it's a prolific enough job in the import community. Unfortunately, there are weeks like this, and that means Eddie probably sees more of his boss than normal. He's constantly coming into the office with something or another for Edward to do.

Which meant lots of work, and lots of the bossman coming in, which was what Wednesday was like, wherein Mitch didn't even knock before striding into Edward's office, one hand holding his Blackberry, the other holding onto a thick sheaf of papers.

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 03:28:20 UTC

"There is a door, Mitchell." His tone was bone dry, his eyes peeking over the edge of a large book. His feet were on his desk, heels anchored, his body leaning back casually in his office chair.

Edward Nygma was a busy man.

"A door commonly used for knocking. I could have been in the middle of something salacious!"

homomachinis October 30 2011, 03:39:31 UTC

"If only all of us had the time to do something like that," and he's just going to barrel in, bringing the papers to set them right on his desk, and then he pauses. Oh yeah, he did just do something really rude.

"Sorry, I'm trying to get everything done that I can. I have some reports for you to look over," and he pauses, and even flashes a small grin, "unless that book of yours is that engrossing."

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 03:46:03 UTC

"Well it's entirely engrossing, actually. Obscure Roman traditions -- culturally stimulating. A great source for inspiration." If there was something a touch menacing in his tone, he didn't bother to hide it. Curiosity captured his attention, and Eddie glanced at the small mountain of reports piled on his desk so suddenly.

"Which are priority? Or have they all something to do with the doomsday approaching?"

homomachinis October 30 2011, 04:09:19 UTC

He fought to reign in his infamous sense for trivia. He really, really fought that, but he couldn't leave well enough alone. "Hopefully, you mean some of the better traditions. I don't know about you, but using prisoners of war as slaves is a little bit too far across the human rights violations line."

Okay, so he got it out of his system, but there was a question, wasn't there? Yeah, there was. Still tended to get off topic nowadays, didn't he? "I've got everything that isn't about doomsday on the backburner, so you're in luck. Everything there is important."

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 04:15:04 UTC

"I'm more interested in the dies lustricus, if you're so inclined to indulge. Not so obscure, I suppose, by modern inquiry -- but it's interesting, how a culture treats the inferior individuals." Eddie grinned. Children were inferior, that was the punchline.

And then he glanced again at the stack, disdain written on his mouth.

"Oh." A pause followed. "I'll get to it, then. In the meanwhile?" He sat up, straight, and leaned over his desk. Hands folded.

"How are you?"

homomachinis October 30 2011, 04:29:49 UTC

He opened his mouth. About to spout out something about weddings, women, and men being citizens, but the question stopped him short. What was Edward on about, anyway? "Fine?" phrased more like a question in confusion. Of course he wasn't. Too little sleep, too much coffee, you know.

The usual.

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 04:33:08 UTC

"I only ask because you look terrible." Another punchline. He was on a roll, today. Chuckling to himself, Eddie took a stand, walking over to the man who called himself Eddie's boss.

"But really, you do. I'm concerned, Mitchell," he said, moving behind the mayor. His hand found a way to Mitch's shoulder, and he squeezed. "We can't have exhausted leadership, when the moment comes."

homomachinis October 30 2011, 04:46:51 UTC

A breath. He closed his eyes, and brought his hand to his mouth, holding it there. "This isn't exhausted. Not yet." He couldn't afford to be exhausted, after all.

"It's not like I can sleep, anyway. Not with all this shit going on." He hadn't been able to sleep well in years.

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 04:50:11 UTC

"Perhaps I have some leftover sedatives you could borrow," he said, again with an arid tone. "I'm sure I still have some undigested benzodiazepams."

His fingers pinched Mitch's shoulder, painfully coaxing focus.

"You're useless to us dead, Mitchell. That includes braindead."

homomachinis October 30 2011, 04:59:11 UTC

He flinches slightly, his eyes rolling, and he looks back at Edward. "I don't know, I always thought maybe I was already braindead. Politics, and all that."

He pauses, trying to focus. He frowns, the corner of his lip curling down. "After this is over, maybe I can take a day off, get some rest. Leave you to clean up the mess."

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 05:01:17 UTC

"You'll give me power over the City, for a day?" He leaned in, hands on his shoulders and body still behind Mitch, stage whispering into the other man's ear.

"Doesn't that sound... Oh, I don't know, dangerous?"

It was spoken with the same levity as his other punchlines. But not with nearly the same intent.

homomachinis October 30 2011, 05:16:15 UTC

Standing straight, body still, there was no visible motion. Edward was fucking with him. Pushing his buttons. Trying, anyway. He shrugged.

"I'm an ex-superhero. You fuck things up, and I'll come after you in a jetpack, how's that sound?"

Voice level, but without inflection. What was his angle?

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 05:22:39 UTC

"Oooh, Mr. Hundred. An ex-superhero." The words vined between them, whispers punctured with louder mockery. "Good thing I've never frequently gone head to head with Batman, isn't that right?"

The smirk was close enough to Mitch's ear to be tangibly felt.

"You know. During my ex-supervillain days."

homomachinis October 30 2011, 05:42:42 UTC

He inhaled through his nose, mostly because it was quieter. Not that he could notice. The worst part about this? What bothered him more was the possibility of something watching, and so he listened. This wasn't what he should be concerned with, he knew. He should be getting the fuck out of there, but it was like his own feet had melted into the floor. He couldn't leave like this. It was cowardly. He had to reestablish control, power over the situation. He couldn't just walk out, because whatever Edward was doing, he needed to figure it out before he turned tail and ran.

"Touché, although you weren't sending packs of wolves after me, or infesting my apartment with cockroaches, so maybe I could surprise you."

enigmaestro October 30 2011, 16:50:18 UTC

"Doubtful. I have particular needs, Mitch, I played a particular game." His volume dropped, low. Barely a whisper. "And I'm sure, of course, you meant to say 'could have'." The implication stood in the air, the alibi. "I'm not currently a supervillain, now am I?"

Eddie withdrew, casually, now all smiles and easy-going humor. He made his way to his desk, sitting on the corner.

"So. About that vacation day, for you."

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