heyfreemagic | All in all you're just another brick in the wall [ Open ]

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!

[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

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[The only response that gets is another furious noise. No-one insults the name he chose for himself.]

[Riddler draws himself up and takes a few staking steps forward.] Why should I believe that?

[Even with his thoughts corrupted and easily fragmented, looking at the armor is almost instinctive. He can't deny his interest in seeing this kind of technology up close, even if it's more to find exact weak points for his shadows to attack than to study in general.]

If I had a choice do you think I would do THIS to myself?

[ See, when he slaps the wall? It's okay. because there aren't any freaky SHADOWS doing WEIRD SHIT along the wall! NONE! ]

THEN YOU SHOULD CONTROL YOURSELF BETTER!

[Currently, he is entirely unaware of the irony of that statement.]

[The shadows convulse and skitter in veinlike lines along the wall towards York's arm.]

Says the asshole SHEDDING DARK MATTER! Seriously, what the fuck is up with you?

[ No amount of pulling is getting his arm free and those shadow things are getting too close for comfort and he's done he'd like to be done WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM? ]

It does what I want! ~~[Usually.]~~

[He changes his mind and the shadows curl, change direction, and start sort of crawling off itself into the air to grasp as York's mask. The Riddler's learned not to waste chances.]

You're new. You'll know before too long. [If he gets a grip on York--and his fury doesn't overpower him--he may try to drag him into the nearest subway for the othe--for the Nox to play with.]

[ NOT COOL BRO! Trying to yank off a soldier's helmet is NOT COOL- he flinches hard but between the arm, the dark- stuff and the connection to this weirdo apparently it's enough to give him a passenger.

The thought 'anywhere but here' apparently translates to 'pretty green park in the sunlight' to whatever it is that gets him popping around the whole goddamn city- leaving his arm free from any walls but the dark stuff still clawing at him. ]

[Riddler's taken by complete surprise, staggering a few steps away and nearly slamming his back into a tree.]

[The shadows don't quite let go, but they slow quite a bit as Riddler wordlessly shouts his displeasure and rubs at his eyes.]

[ Okay more room would be better and those shadow things are NOT getting off- he scrubs and pries at them, trying to claw them off his armor. ]

[A few of them fall off--strange, they moved like liquid, clung like they were sticky, but crumble like something ancient and rusted. Not nearly all of them, though, and Riddler shakes his head to refocus.]

STOP IT.

How about NO? [ Off off off what the HELL was this shit get it off get it off- ]

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