Riddle Me This [Open For All]
Sept 9, 2013 17:42:34 GMT
Post by The Riddler on Sept 9, 2013 17:42:34 GMT
13 days after the half year mark
A long sight left the green dressed man. His slender figure was carelessly thrown in the big chair, sitting with little grace, if any at all.
"This is no fun at all..." he said in a childish tone and kept sulking. It really was no fun without the Batman around. No hero was stepping up in his place, and his crimes had a 100% success rate. Like stealing candy from a kid right? Well Edward wasn't interested in stealing from kids, it wasn't a challenge. He missed the old days. He missed the greatest challenge, The Bat.
Strange as it sounded, even in a head like his, he missed getting his butt kicked. Well perhaps not quiet the butt kicking part... Actually yes... It meant that he was not stuck in a nightclub like this, trying to convince himself to do that puzzle. It lost its charm when you could do it without having to do the big panning. What the hell! Perhaps Gotham just needed a little more motivation!?
He threw himself out of his seat and a broad grin spread across his lips. He was going to cheer himself up by listening to the frightened scream of his audience! "For old times' sake!" he said to himself and looked like he was mentally shaking his own hand and applauding himself. Therefore, with no further ado, he grabbed the nearest person in the VIP floor by the neck, and dragged him to the railing. His question cane dragging along in the other hand. "What always tells the truth by telling lies?" he asked in a psychotic voice.
The guy looked at the stranger with a smart-ass grin, but it only lasted until he realized that he couldn't push free, which he tried. "What the fuck dude, let me go you faggot!" he said in an offended tone, but it didn't seem to make a difference to Edward, he just kept a tight grip. "Last chance to answer, after that I will let you go. What tells the truth by telling lies?" he repeated in an almost friendly tone.
"I don't know, so let me fucking go now" he sneered "wrong answer" he grinned, as he pushed the guy over the railing, letting him fall down in the mass of monkey dancing people.
Several people started screaming -sadly made unclear in the loud, un-tasteful music- before they looked up to see if they could guess what happened. Some recognized the face of the Riddler.
Spectators from the VIP floor finally reacted, and rushed towards Edward, but stopped the minute a gun pointed at them. Not that Nigma cared much for using it, but had found pleasure in writing a riddle in Latin and marking it with his sign, the question mark. How sad he had become... Going from an famous all time villain to a weapon decorator. Hopefully this would get him back in peoples mind, making them remember fear as they spoke his name.
"What colours red, when dropped on the floor?" he asked the guy at the end of his barrel. "What?" "Wrong again. Here catch!" Nigma threw a little rubix cube to the guy, who caught it as mere reflexes. He shouldn't have. Small spikes shoot out from it, and pierced his hand. He screamed for a minute or two, twisting and turning, throwing himself from side to side, before he as well fell over the railing into the terrified mass, perhaps with a little help.
Edward turned to look at the other guest smiling friendly. "I would advise you to get down from here, unless you want to share similar faith with those two" it didn't take long before people was streaming down the stairs, and their panicking yells became louder, and when the music finally was cut off, every single scream went clear.
"Good evening every one, to anyone in doubt... I am the Riddler, and we are going to risk your life's to night!"
A long sight left the green dressed man. His slender figure was carelessly thrown in the big chair, sitting with little grace, if any at all.
"This is no fun at all..." he said in a childish tone and kept sulking. It really was no fun without the Batman around. No hero was stepping up in his place, and his crimes had a 100% success rate. Like stealing candy from a kid right? Well Edward wasn't interested in stealing from kids, it wasn't a challenge. He missed the old days. He missed the greatest challenge, The Bat.
Strange as it sounded, even in a head like his, he missed getting his butt kicked. Well perhaps not quiet the butt kicking part... Actually yes... It meant that he was not stuck in a nightclub like this, trying to convince himself to do that puzzle. It lost its charm when you could do it without having to do the big panning. What the hell! Perhaps Gotham just needed a little more motivation!?
He threw himself out of his seat and a broad grin spread across his lips. He was going to cheer himself up by listening to the frightened scream of his audience! "For old times' sake!" he said to himself and looked like he was mentally shaking his own hand and applauding himself. Therefore, with no further ado, he grabbed the nearest person in the VIP floor by the neck, and dragged him to the railing. His question cane dragging along in the other hand. "What always tells the truth by telling lies?" he asked in a psychotic voice.
The guy looked at the stranger with a smart-ass grin, but it only lasted until he realized that he couldn't push free, which he tried. "What the fuck dude, let me go you faggot!" he said in an offended tone, but it didn't seem to make a difference to Edward, he just kept a tight grip. "Last chance to answer, after that I will let you go. What tells the truth by telling lies?" he repeated in an almost friendly tone.
"I don't know, so let me fucking go now" he sneered "wrong answer" he grinned, as he pushed the guy over the railing, letting him fall down in the mass of monkey dancing people.
Several people started screaming -sadly made unclear in the loud, un-tasteful music- before they looked up to see if they could guess what happened. Some recognized the face of the Riddler.
Spectators from the VIP floor finally reacted, and rushed towards Edward, but stopped the minute a gun pointed at them. Not that Nigma cared much for using it, but had found pleasure in writing a riddle in Latin and marking it with his sign, the question mark. How sad he had become... Going from an famous all time villain to a weapon decorator. Hopefully this would get him back in peoples mind, making them remember fear as they spoke his name.
"What colours red, when dropped on the floor?" he asked the guy at the end of his barrel. "What?" "Wrong again. Here catch!" Nigma threw a little rubix cube to the guy, who caught it as mere reflexes. He shouldn't have. Small spikes shoot out from it, and pierced his hand. He screamed for a minute or two, twisting and turning, throwing himself from side to side, before he as well fell over the railing into the terrified mass, perhaps with a little help.
Edward turned to look at the other guest smiling friendly. "I would advise you to get down from here, unless you want to share similar faith with those two" it didn't take long before people was streaming down the stairs, and their panicking yells became louder, and when the music finally was cut off, every single scream went clear.
"Good evening every one, to anyone in doubt... I am the Riddler, and we are going to risk your life's to night!"
