Riddle Me This {Active, Open}
Who: The Riddler and YOU!
Where: The Entry Way, the Parlor, maybe wandering farther.
When: Night 002
What: A supervillain breaks out of an asylum and into a house. He is, actually, less than pleased.
Warnings: Eddie is kind of a jerk, just as a note. The Burning Man ghost will probably make at least a small appearance, I'm sure. To be updated if ( Read more... )
Where: The Entry Way, the Parlor, maybe wandering farther.
When: Night 002
What: A supervillain breaks out of an asylum and into a house. He is, actually, less than pleased.
Warnings: Eddie is kind of a jerk, just as a note. The Burning Man ghost will probably make at least a small appearance, I'm sure. To be updated if ( Read more... )
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Unarmed as she was, it was fortunate she all of had her luck.
As she approached the big front chamber, however, the smell of charred meat hit her like a fist to the sniffnode and she stopped, catching herself to find the source before it found her. She was immediately aware of several possibilities for the odour--but as soon as she stood still, the warmth that had been building before suddenly seemed to magnify, and her hooded costume was suddenly smotheringly hot.
What....
Then she saw the fire--... no, not a fire, a... body?... watching her from the incendiary pit...
And then a voice, a weirdo across the room.
This boded well.
"What do you want?"
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This sounded like a fairly young girl, however. It didn't take long to spot her -- though the other doorway was barely visible from his vantage point outside the parlor, she was just far enough inside, and it was hard to miss the figure in bright orange and blue hailing him.
Not just in bright orange and blue. She had blue wings, as well, and what looked like orange horns, her skin an odd shade of gray.
He took a step forward again, halting again as he reached the threshold of oppressively warm air. "What does anyone want?" he returned, spreading his hands. "Answers. And who, may I ask, are you?"
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"My name's Vriska Serket." Her voice was clear and strong, almost challenging him--whoever he was, she wasn't intimidated or even particularly impressed. Her wings beat once, brilliant and blue. "Who are you?"
Some other human, it looked like--she had a clearer view of him than he of her; troll vision was perfectly adapted to seeing through the veil of darkness, and Vriska had better vision than most.
Some might even say it was eight times better.
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He also knew how to stand up to a challenge, and his own voice carried easily across the room, tapping the end of his cane once against the floor and planting one hand at his hip. "Call me the Riddler. I don't suppose this your house, is it, Miss Serket?"
Perhaps she was -- but somehow, he thought not. And he did prefer to bluff when he could, if it would make him seem a little less... clueless.
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He took a long, loping step forward, toward the poor, helpless house guests. As he did so, ash fell from his burning body, embers sparkling out on the floor. He was not altogether phased by Vriska's show, focusing only on the fact that they were there.
"You need help," he said, voice growing a few tones louder and firmer.
And he began to sprint towards them.
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Other than that interesting little detail, and the fact that she had cleared the door, these kids weren't being much help. Getting out, yes, that was obvious, but where to run to...
There might not be anywhere to run to. But he wasn't about to think of that just yet.
Not in the least because he didn't have any time to dwell on the idea, even if he'd been inclined to. Vriska was in the air, and as the young blond broke into a run, the burning man rushed forward much more quickly. Apparently, no matter how much they declined his "help," he wasn't going to accept that.
He had his staff, and might be able to push the thing away for a few moments, but he'd rather not resort to that if it wasn't necessary. Instead, he turned and bolted towards the now-clear doorway.
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