[1st wand]

[whitescientist]

[ As all young hipsters should at least once in their lives, Eridan is hanging out in the mall. He stands out like a sore thumb among the plain city residents, and the StarFloraBucks cup he's holding just sort of completes the trashy teenager look.

He seems to be window-shopping, though judging by his looks of confusion, he's probably not in complete understanding of the city's culture - though he doesn't look to be in a particularly bad mood. It's probably a safe moment to approach him if you're in the area. ]

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[unriddling]

[Riddler doesn't see the shield, but he definitely notices the lack of a thump into glass or the tearing of cape in a near miss. Pity.]

I don't think so, fishbone.

[He was in the street and--alright, yes, Eridan was quite a bit faster than he anticipated. He takes off himself. Any pedestrians leap out of the way with panicked screams and curses.]

[There's so much he can feel/hear suddenly, and he smirks. The cell phones and the like are fairly useless for now, but there are larger things...]

[He pauses and looks back--there's nobody between him and Eridan--and focuses on the streetlight above.]

[Bzzt.]

[It flares and then falls.]

[whitescientist]

[ Eridan practically snarls as he tears down the street after him - it's disappointingly easy to get him riled up - and it seems like he only realises the danger when it's right on top of him. Literally.

Eridan (just barely) manages to dodge in time, flinging himself sideways and landing heavily on the pavement. ]

Holy shit. [ breathe. ] Okay. Okay! That's about enough!

[ Now or never. Without giving himself time to stand, Eridan pulls out a white wand and aims it at the Riddler. Heads up - a small bubble shield is about to try and spring up in front of his feet to trip him up. Better slow down there, buddy, or that's gonna be a nasty fall. ]

[unriddling]

What--

[Riddler doesn't, actually. His foot catches on it and he smashes into the ground with a nasty sound--but he's dealt with worse, and he uses the momentum to roll back to his feet with minimal time down.]

[Okay! Now he's kind of irritated. And the streetlight's still there, with just enough juice left to flare in an attempt to blind at his only half-thought command.]

[whitescientist]

[ Bright lights do not sit well with a nocturnal species. Eridan yells something and flings an arm over his eyes, at the same time as he flings another shield "spell" in the Riddler's general direction.

This one is quite a bit larger, because Eridan is pretty angry now, and because he's no longer looking at it, no longer bubble-shaped. It's more like a misshapen wall, and Eridan attempts to shove-throw the Riddler sideways with it. Maybe pin him against a wall or something? But, uh, he's inexperienced. It has about as much force behind it as someone at a walking pace. ]

[unriddling]

[What the hell is that.]

[Riddler can't stop a distressed shout as it careens into him--but then it doesn't hurt. Right.]

[He takes a step back and puts his empty hand up, stopping it dead.]

Ah. So that's what you have.

[He tries to shove it back, intent on heading to somewhere slightly better.]

[whitescientist]

[ Eridan is still blinking away the blind sparklies, but he can hear just fine. ]

Not like you were hidin' yours. [ gingerly picks himself up, kinda wobbly. screw you, dude. ] Give me my ancestor's gun back. Or I'm huntin' you down.

[unriddling]

[Riddler keeps walking away, tossing words back over his shoulder.] Will you, now? [Instead of handing it over, he spins it, confident he won't hit the trigger by mistake.]

[whitescientist]

[ He's angry and humiliated, but all those old scuffles with Sollux have taught him when it's time to lick his wounds and regroup.

Eridan dusts himself off and glares at him until he's gone. Then he spins on his heel and heads back in the direction of the mall, trying to pretend like his side isn't bruised.

He'll be back!!! ]

[unriddling]

[Riddler doesn't care.]

[He'll surely find a use for this--though even if he somehow doesn't, the satisfaction of using his new abilities and finally discovering another's makes the trophy worth it.]