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[ 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! ]

unriddling

{backdated: early July.}

[There's something different in the back of Riddler's mind, now. Where his sense of technology had been (the feeling of static, of wires, of code that was almost like noise), there's a shifting chill. It reminds him of sand, of clay, of ashes.]

[With it, can create anything he likes, but the first thing he shapes is his familiar cane. Familiar enough, anyway--it's jet black rather than gold with green accents, but it's good enough. It's weighted perfectly in his hands no matter if he uses it as a scepter, as a blunt weapon, or merely only to show off how well he can spin. Being able to twirl it is surprisingly calming after going a few months without.]

[Or maybe that's everything else. He's noticed there's no hollowness to suppress and ignore; the Nox seem to have told him the truth.]

[It's dusk, and he's stalking the back streets of the slums alone, cane in hand. There aren't as many Freesia citizens here, but the ones there to watch him pass look and act a tad rougher than most. He offers the ones who stare too long smart remarks, punctuated by unpleasantly toothy grins.]

[Before long, he practically has an entourage of irate men surrounding him.]

[And not long after that, those irate men are screaming as he lets the darkness pool around him, spill over the sidewalk, and sink into the ground. He hopes they enjoy the sewers--or, more likely, the subways.]

[Riddler pauses. He can tell there's someone else in the darkness.]

Ah. One of our dear Lux's.

[This truly was a good night to test his newfound abilities.]

Tell me--what is a follower in light, but invisible at night?

unriddling

[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.]

letteropener

[Ever just had one of those days where nothing makes sense any more?]

[Princess Celestia is having one of those days. Lost and patently confused, the pony princess wanders the streets of Freesia as completely befuddled as can be. Everything needs a second look, be it the buildings, the streets, the sidewalks, or the sun.]

[The sun. Not the sun she knows. Not one she is familiar with. And not even one she can reach with magic -- because every time she tries, her horn glows with light, but nothing comes of it at all.]

[And if you're wondering if the pony is just some random animal, well -- she has a little earbud clipped to one ear, the sort you'd expect to see on a normal person with a communicator. So there's that.]

...Where am I?

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 ~~Star~~FloraBucks 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. ]

equi_nox

[ Those at the top of Lux Spire may notice things creeping in the shade of plants. These shadows are tiny, reaching the size of rats and no bigger, but take all shapes and formations. Small they may be, but fearless and curious: some of them might snicker and whisper amongst themselves as you pass, while others skitter away underfoot. They seem unwilling to go near the fountain.

Elsewhere, the shadows may reach the size of a cat, and are a little more aggressive. The darkness doesn't seem to be taking kindly to this new cure introduced to the city, and while not ready to launch a full scale attack, they seem to be causing a nuisance to the local citizens in retaliation. As annoyed as they are, these people don't seem too happy to see newcomers - though no one will explain why. ]

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