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trouble EVERY day

Jun 26, 2009 22:25

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

( because smug is exactly what i need when i'm two more missed showers away from Insane Hobo status )

† rose wilson | ravager, edward nygma | riddler, *in progress

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enigmaestro June 27 2009, 03:10:17 UTC

Every moment was essential. Edward Nygma had been laying low since the EMP blackout he and Stark had devised. He had been laying low and observing the chaos around him. Was it coincidental that thirty-plus civilians had encountered traumatic, apparently accidental yet technological deaths the day after Stark's press release gave him the credit for their plot?

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 ( ... )

ravishravage June 27 2009, 04:10:39 UTC

She was practically numb to the comings and goings on the street around her until that name was spoken. Even then, it took three steps for her to stop and actually process it. There was a moment, with the knot tightening, that she thought it was him. Back to gloat. Just for a moment. Then reason returned, and she slowly turned to look back for the source of the voice.

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?

enigmaestro June 27 2009, 04:35:00 UTC

Able to see her full visage now, he just barely restrained his surprise. My, wasn't that a nasty injury? Looked like a burn. Why hadn't she found a healer? Perhaps she had been preoccupied. In fact, now that Eddie pondered on the matter, he hadn't recalled hearing much from Rose Wilson. The last time they spoke, he was starkly under Delirium's influence.

"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.

ravishravage June 27 2009, 04:40:08 UTC

Rose's lip curled with distaste. Whoever he was, she already didn't like him. Something about the way he talked just didn't sit well with her--and too friendly, at that. What's that 'dear' business about? Maybe he thought himself a gentleman, talking like that.

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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