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

[enigmaestro]

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.

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[enigmaestro]

"Is that what I'm doing?" Eddie grinned at the words, holding a pause in his tracks, before turning to meet the other man. He spread his hands, his head tilting, almost imploring Jon to grasp the woven answer. Even if his tongue was still weaving it. "Taking chances?"

He glanced at Jon's accompanying trench, noting the very slight bulge within it. A man of Jon's thin frame made it easier to detect subtle bumps along the way, small inconsistencies. So small. Most people wouldn't even blink an eye.

"Odd time to do a little shopping, don't you think?"

[enigmaestro]

"And you always think," he said with a smirk. It was neither confirmation nor denial on anything -- the wordplay or the dodge from Jon's initial query. Eddie knew how frustrating that could be, those layers of ambiguity multiplying.

His eyes followed Jon's glance at the newspaper in hand. His smirk widened.

"These rags. I love it when you act quaint, Jonathan, it's really quite darling." Eddie fluttered over the story he had thumbed -- his own. "Oh, you know how it is. We're always cleaning up each others' messes, aren't we?"

[caststwoshadows]

It's the shadows he should watch, because suddenly the shadow of a lamppost bisects, opens, one half hazy and wavering like heat rising and the other sharp and lining a perfect body; a woman or a man's, the silhouette is tricky and hard to look at for long.

Smoke.

[enigmaestro]

It was the difference between a breath and a heartbeat. The pump of a pulse and how his eyes dilated, it was the difference between subconscious and conscious. The double shadows, the indication of something beyond, Eddie took note of that. How his skin prickled, how his adrenaline ran. He knew.

He adjusted his tie.

"Desire."

[caststwoshadows]

There's no smile, just Desire's slim form leaning against the lamppost, smoking a cigarette and blending into the dark in a tailored, elegant suit; this one sharply red, dark, with white accents. "Eddie," it says softly, looking over.

Desire has gold eyes that can capture any person with just a glance, and tonight is no exception.

"I hope you haven't been ignoring me."

[enigmaestro]

If the thought of walking on, of ignoring, had entered his mind at all -- it was gone. Invisible, impossible. Looking over his shoulder at Desire, his mouth (as small and angry as it was) softened. The tension in his shoulders puddled away.

"I've been trying to," he said. It was never any use, lying to Desire. It was never anything other than a promise of pain. "And various distractions have proved helpful, to an extent." He kept his ground, those few precious feet from the lamppost. It could have been miles or millimeters, it wouldn't have mattered.

He wondered if he still smelled of its peaches.

let's go with 28th? :> and uhh, evening-ish!

[soldarius]

In spite of the prophecies, warnings of horrorterrors, the mayor issuing an evacuation, and she and Vic still on what was a trail growing cold with Dick's case, Kate's mood had perked up in the past couple of days with Halloween approaching. So far, her plans for dancing with Felicia were to go as scheduled.

And she had just finished purchasing everything required for her costume, exiting a particularly fancy boutique with the fishnets secured in a bag. As she reached into her coat pocket for her music player, something, a heavy feeling in her gut, told her to look back up.

She did, and any warm feelings she had dissipated rather quickly, as if they were never there in the first place.

[enigmaestro]

Despite the evening descending -- or, perhaps, especially because of just that -- Eddie caught Kate in his sights almost immediately, even through the quieting (yet nevertheless crowded) streets. City-born were a hardened lot, horrorterrors or no (after all, remember what they had as a governor, before Mitch?). He didn't slow his step, didn't waver his smirk. Her previous threat echoed in his mind, but that only urged him to taunt.

Gotham socialites deserved nothing less, wasn't that right?

"Ms. Kane." An emphasis on her surname gushed from his smile. "Looks like we've finally run into each other."

[soldarius]

Her eyes instantly narrowed but otherwise, she kept herself glued to the spot. The threat was fresh on her mind, and the urge to wipe that condescending smirk off his face was a powerful one. Her hand finally shifted, but was laid rest against her hip.

"It's as if it were fate itself." She said coolly.

[enigmaestro]

Eyes glanced to the hand on her hip. He quirked an eyebrow, his expression quite amused. A tense moment passed, before he extended a hand that had no intention of making anything other than a gesture.

"Is it?" His tone matched his face. "I was hoping we'd make acquaintance in person."

27th, methinks...also evening

[octaocelli]

It was the nightlife of the city as much as the need to avoid the sunlight that often brought Mindfang to the streets at this hour. With the human holiday Halloween approaching, she had little need to be subtle in terms of attire, as nobody paid her a second glance. Be it import or be it a very elaborate costume, it didn't seem to perturb the troll in the slightest. But there was something dark about her gaze -- something strangely grim for a troll who always seemed so unnaturally calm

[enigmaestro]

He saw the silhouette before her face. Cutting and elegant. The moment she turned that corner, his attention was caught. His intrigued was piqued. There was still so much he could learn of the Marquise, he knew. So many more tantalizing secrets hidden behind that cunning smile of hers, he could practically taste them. Her current appearance of grimness only incited his curiosity further.

Eddie quickened his step, urging his pace. He wanted to meet with her.

"My dear," he said, measuring in a face paces back. "How fortuitous."

[octaocelli]

Her physical response is almost avian in nature, pausing in her steps to look over her shoulder carefully. A few quick blinks was all it took for recognition to dawn on her expression, the corners of her lips turning upward before she turned herself fully to face Nygma. The false arm perched casually on her hip, the other hanging at her side.

"What a pleasant surprise," she commented casually, eyelids lowering as they always did. "Keeping out of trouble, I hope."

Any sort of stern gaze that he had caught her with upon spotting her appears to have disappeared.

[enigmaestro]

Eddie smirked. He inclined his head, a gentleman greeting a lady, and offered a silent shrug as answer. Keeping out of trouble, it was a lovely sentiment. One, he assumed, that Mindfang had nothing but irony involved with it.

"Oh? And is my personal well-being a hot topic of concern?" He asked her teasingly, gently. "I can't help but be flattered. Such attention from such an elegant source is very flattering, after all."

Wednesday, sometime...during the ... day

[homomachinis]

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]

"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]

"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]

"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?"