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heyfreemagic2015-06-13 11:55 am
unriddling) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-06-13 11:55 am
¿? for a genius, riddler does a lot of stupid things
[Riddler has a gun.]
[He sits in his apartment, carefully turning it over in his hands. He doesn't really use guns in the first place--a bit too messy for his taste to work into heists, and he's bright enough to use less lethal things even before he had his powers--but he wasn't about to leave a trophy and weapon in the hands of someone that at least wanted to be a threat. And it is a gun, as much as it looks like harpoon. He can feel that it's more powerful, though it's not quite the same as the faint static of wires and the television and the lights. It doesn't fire bullets, but he isn't sure of anything beyond that. Lasers wouldn't surprise him.]
[He wants to test it, regardless of if he's going to use it again.]
[Instead of going out and hunting for a firing range, or some other clear area, he uses what he can. He simply moves the curtains opens his window and stares up at the other buildings. He's not quite at the top floor, and there's a building across the street with a rooftop garden, where a few sunflowers wave in the breeze near the edge. ]
[Why not. He aims it carefully and fires.]
[And then everything explodes.]
[There's no sunflowers anymore. Or a window to his apartment, nor a wall, and he's flat on his back across the room with the back of his head throbbing. Half the city probably saw that beam.]
[As soon as he realizes what happened, he shoves himself to his feet, grabs his few important possessions--the gun itself, the eyeglass, sharp questions, a simple shirt-and-jeans outfit he left on the bed--and runs.]
[He sits in his apartment, carefully turning it over in his hands. He doesn't really use guns in the first place--a bit too messy for his taste to work into heists, and he's bright enough to use less lethal things even before he had his powers--but he wasn't about to leave a trophy and weapon in the hands of someone that at least wanted to be a threat. And it is a gun, as much as it looks like harpoon. He can feel that it's more powerful, though it's not quite the same as the faint static of wires and the television and the lights. It doesn't fire bullets, but he isn't sure of anything beyond that. Lasers wouldn't surprise him.]
[He wants to test it, regardless of if he's going to use it again.]
[Instead of going out and hunting for a firing range, or some other clear area, he uses what he can. He simply moves the curtains opens his window and stares up at the other buildings. He's not quite at the top floor, and there's a building across the street with a rooftop garden, where a few sunflowers wave in the breeze near the edge. ]
[Why not. He aims it carefully and fires.]
[And then everything explodes.]
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[There's no sunflowers anymore. Or a window to his apartment, nor a wall, and he's flat on his back across the room with the back of his head throbbing. Half the city probably saw that beam.]
[As soon as he realizes what happened, he shoves himself to his feet, grabs his few important possessions--the gun itself, the eyeglass, sharp questions, a simple shirt-and-jeans outfit he left on the bed--and runs.]
hi this came out way too long
[He gets a splinter from moving a chair. The chair is thrown outside. He’ll get a new one later, but getting the splinter out takes priority. He goes to the bathroom—grimy mirror, grimy toilet—and grabs forceps from his first-aid kit. The splinter comes out nice and easy. On a whim, he thinks heal, and the bleeding hole closes up.]
[After that, he sets to cleaning up the area outside his new abode, sweeping glass and pulling up stubborn clumps of crabgrass (there’s life everywhere. It just can’t be stopped.) and placing the fern outside his door.]
[And, of course, that’s when he’s disturbed by the GIANT BEAM OF LIGHT coming from the high-rise district. Someone no doubt got hurt, and the hospital around here does not have much in the way of patient care. So, like an idiot, he grabs his backpack and starts making his way to the high-rise district where he saw the blast.]
[A few of the locals aim dirty looks in his direction. He’s pretty sure he would have done the same. And—Riddler. His old boss—he ducks behind a corner of a building to watch.]
no prob!
making his way downtownwalking fast, away from the building with the hole (and a few bits of rubble falling to the ground, though there's nobody close enough to get hit), away from the high-rise apartment area in general.][Outwardly he looks annoyed. Inwardly, he's panicked and a bit humiliated, and there's evidence of that beyond the tense set to his shoulders and tight grip on his Sharp Questions--the lights in the windows he passes flicker as wires contort themselves to suit his frazzled mood, and he doesn't even notice.]
(JUST DO IT) shia labeouf yelling
[He gets closer, a mere ten feet behind, and really has to strain himself to keep up the pace. Riddler had long legs and Aaron—well, Aaron does not.]
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[But eventually Riddler makes a sharp turn, glances back from where he came--and freezes. He looks, just for a moment, like a child caught fleeing from a mess they'd made.]
[He actually doesn't notice the errors his presence is creating on everything around him. It's his ex-henchmen that's getting the full weight of his focus.]
whoops.
B-- Riddler. I saw the blast. Is anyone hurt?
[Skipping over the elephant in the room might help. Might not, judging by the way the lights were flickering on and off in the storefront nearest to them.]
[He shoves his hands in his pockets, hoping that he looks as unintimidating as possible so Riddler doesn't run away. Again.]
:'3c
Not that I saw. Freesia citizens have matching talent in running their mouths and their legs.
[You're not intimidating at all, Aaron. This is just quietly humiliating.]
pathetiiiiiiic
[Oh, God, he has no idea what he's supposed to say after that. Maybe--?]
Good thing that there's about a million of those high-rises, right?
[Humor? Not working.]
sry aaron
[And then Riddler notices the traffic light they're right by is going completely haywire. Almost in tune with the panicked-angry pulse in the back of his head--]
[Oh no.]
confirmed aaron is a loser
I'm guessing that's your magic?
[And, right, it's not like his is any more useful in this situation.]
...do you need a place to crash until you can find another place?
kind loser but yep
[...It's not stopping, even when he focuses. He's too angry, he can't calm down--]
I don't. [Riddler's angry and upset and prideful--he doesn't have somewhere to stay yet but he can find one, he's sure, and right now he just wants to get away from his ex-employee and stop his powers from their malfunctioning. He turns slightly to glare down the route he was going to take.]
they're so awkward...
[Best to leave it open. It's not like anyone would willingly go inside, anyways.]
[He thinks that now would be a good time to make a measured retreat, and so waves a bit awkwardly before turning on his heel and heading back.]
PEOPLE INTERACTING WITH EX-BOSSES GENERALLY ARE
[He'll keep going once he settles his power.]
[...or when he gets too impatient and sets off about five minutes later. More likely that.]
This is an opening for Daniel in regards to this event, he'll likely appear in a different thread.
Just settling down to rest for the evening, Daniel is sat outside, enjoying a bit of a tinker in the dying sunlight when a beam of light erupts from one of the high-rise apartments, blasting into another. Glancing at Cam and pocketing the widget he was working on, Daniel gathered his working kit and headed into the city]
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That fucker!
[ He takes off running, barely paying attention to who or what might be in his way. And if he sees anybody else who noticed the boom, he's going to try and rile them up too. He's coming for you, Riddler, and THIS TIME HE'S PISSED ]
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[He isn't exactly untrackble, though--he's leaving an accidental trail of flickering lights behind him.]
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He catches up soon enough, but he didn't win last time they were in a fair fight. So Eridan lurks, follows, and watches. ]
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But gigantic lazer blasts? Are far more familiar and more than a little terrifying for it. He was minding his own goddamn business trying to find answers (something he's quickly found to be mostly futile but he'll be damned if he gives up easy) when the sky lights up like a supernova and the rumble of destroyed property has him slamming himself against the nearest surface. For all of three seconds all he can think is this is is, this is when they crash and die and damnit Jim-
But Jim ain't here, neither is the Enterprise, neither is Marcus or Khan.
It's just a city and a bright damn light and possibly people that are injured. Medkit in hand he starts sprinting for the source, determined to find what the hell happened and if anyone's hurt. ]
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[Freesia citizens don't trust any outsiders, but they'll gladly point McCoy in the direction of the string bean of a man who fled and made their cars and cell phones stall until he was well away.]
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Who's to say the damn thing won't go off again?
But here he is, sprinting after whoever has it to make sure A) they aren't hurt and B) they don't do it again! ]
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and losinghe isn't really showing any signs.][He's also pretty far from the buildings. He isn't quite running, but he has one hell of a stride. Not that the freak lightshow and angry hums from every nearby wire or static screen won't indicate when McCoy's getting close.]
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This is something Jim would do. Running along without knowing what the hell he's running into, digging up problems, borrowing trouble, but here he is doing the same damn thing because someone MIGHT be hurt.
And that gun needs to be confiscated. If it was a gun. Not a bomb.
Oh god please let it not have been a bomb.
Swearing under his breath he keeps sprinting, following the trail of fucked up technology. ]
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[He ignores the feeling of his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.]
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Hey, HOLD UP!
[ Yes, leonard, because telling someone to stop is just gonna work. Jesus. ]
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[He jerks around at the shout, replying with an unpleasant twist of the lips. His focus immediately redirects from McCoy to the powerlines above the street, most of which are vibrating like giant plucked guitar strings.]
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What in the fresh hell... ]
I said STOP DAMNIT!
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[Riddler slips into the street, dodging between cars that stall. He's not going to get caught by anyone, let alone this idiot with an accent.]
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[ The only question is- well, how but he doesn't think about it too much other than really wanting it to happen as he continues sprinting.
Maybe that's why an innocuous stick skitters from the gutter to intercept the guy's path. Not that it's all that big. Not that McCoy notices. ]
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[He leaps away from it and ends up slamming his hip against a car's side mirror instead. He doesn't quite fall, but that slows him down quite a bit.]
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You're gonna break somth'n if you keep knock'n around like that!
[ He's almost close enough- if he just stretches out a hand and- ]
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[His reactions's mostly instinctive, jerking to try to jam a pointy elbow into McCoy's ribs.] LET GO!
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Hold STILL you jackass-
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[Riddler's flexible enough he can sort of aim the gun towards the general direction of his captor's legs, despite not being able to exactly turn and look.]
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The hell is this thing and the HELL is wrong with you-
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You're one to ask what's wrong with me! [He struggles hard, jerking back as far away from the man as possible. He holds the gun tightly, but at least he doesn't actually have a finger on the trigger yet.]
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[ had enough of this, bones has. Quite enough of it. He scrabbles for the gun, trying to keep it pointed away from him and the man and their feet and- everything really it wouldn't end well at all. ]
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[Riddler tries for a sweeping kick to Bones' legs. He'd have to hurt him quite a bit more to get the stubborn, stressed villain to cooperate at all.]
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[He's fast, even in pain, and he aims another kick in Bones' direction even as he starts scrambling back to his feet.]