WHO: Riddler, Rose
WHERE: Some busy street somewhere somehow IT DOESN'T COMPLETELY MATTER
WHEN: FORWARDDATED to 6/28, in the evening
WARNINGS: Rose has a potty mouth and at least one sharp pointy stick that isn't melted at the end still
FORMAT: No
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because smug is exactly what i need when i'm two more missed showers away from Insane Hobo status )
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No. No, there was no coincidence behind this. And Edward wasn't about to let this variable interfere with his plot. The communicative underground network established was meant to ensure a free channel of information, and whoever had it out for Stark would be met with opposition.
Seething at the audacity of the quandary, Eddie strolled down the evening-lit street, his mind obsessing over these puzzle pieces. So transfixed was he, that the man didn't quite notice brushing into a young woman until after he felt the cool touch of something that wasn't normal clothing. He did a double take.
And still couldn't believe it, really. Even knowing the City's denizens ( ... )
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Nothing familiar came to mind looking back at Edward, and that alone was starting to bother her. Her expression darkened, interrogating without even saying anything. Who?
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"My dear." Eddie bit his lip, taking a moment to phrase this tactfully. "Do you require assistance?"
Had that translated to what is wrong with your face? Hopefully not.
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Well, whatever the reason, she didn't warm to it. Taking two steps closer, head cocked to the side, she wrinkled her nose at him. "Do I look like I need your assistance?"
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