[the twenty-first] / [video]

[enigmaestro]

[His eyes are peeking betwixt ungloved fingers, wide and wild. Edward does not blink throughout the entire transmission, but his pupils are consistently darting to and fro, darting about at a hummingbird’s pace. He looks disheveled, wretched and yet glowing with some intangible, nigh-golden force.]

I can-I have tried-over these past few hours-

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[grenadeball]

huh

well

looks like you got fucked over

[enigmaestro]

I daresay yes, yes I did.

[grenadeball]

did you think you could outsmart someone a lot bigger than you?

[enigmaestro]

I did this because it was asked of me.

voice;

[implemented]

Difficulties, Mr. Nygma?

voice;

[enigmaestro]

Get out.

voice;

[implemented]

A simple question. That's all.

voice; 1/3

[enigmaestro]

[Voice]

[enigmaestro]

You. You know him?

[Pause.]

You need to help him.

[Voice; private]

[enigmaestro]

I'm. Connected. It's part of Desire's amusement. Its amusement.

He--your brother--wants to attack the Porter. How can that not end badly?

[hackeralastair]

...what? What do you know?

[enigmaestro]

I am connected. It won't--can't possibly end well.

[hackeralastair]

Connected to what, the Porter? Do you think you can get her to stop what she does some other way? We wanna try our way. The Porter needs to listen!

[enigmaestro]

I--won't argue that point. But surely, surely you can see it's a suicide mission?

[iron_fister]

Are you okay? Do you need help?

...What the hell is going on?

[enigmaestro]

Daniel.

I can feel your desires.

That sounds like horrid dialogue from a soap opera...

[iron_fister]

And here I thought someone was in trouble.

[enigmaestro]

Not as much as you are.