Riddle 021: Angel Aftermath

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[Well, Edward's back from Westport, and he's definitely a little worse for the wear. This hasn't exactly been a very fun couple of days for him. As soon as he gets home, he shrugs off his coat, hangs his hat and his cane on the rack, and makes his way to the phone.]

[Public Call, standard filters in play]

This is Edward Nigma. I'm... back from Westport. I haven't heard too many things about what happened here in my absence, but I can't imagine it was very pleasant. Those of you in my Ethics class will no doubt be relieved to hear that I'm canceling tomorrow's class. Perhaps I might cancel a few classes next week as well, if I'm not fully recovered by then.

Your assignment for this weekend is to write a page or so on... Hmm. "What do you feel is the worst decision you've ever made?" ...that'll work. You can just leave them on my desk at school, if you wish; I'll collect them and grade them over the weekend.

[Private Call, filtered to the Legion of Doom]

I trust you're well, ladies and gentlemen?

...I'll be honest with you. This angel business has caused a major setback in our plans. If possible, I’d like to call another meeting to order at some point within the next two weeks. As an organization... we need to give ourselves more structure.

As for our meeting place? Well, I won’t hesitate to admit that my basement was not a Grade-A rendezvous point for our location. Still... I’d say I’m smart enough to have already found a much better spot. I’m a real class act, after all. Aren’t I?

[Action, for the Death House. Susan, Slugger, Terezi, or anyone else who may have crashed there during the angel takeover, feel free to run into Edward as he does his best to recuperate. He takes a shower and shaves his face, then comes downstairs in warm, clean clothes to make himself a massive lunch.]

Comments

[teh-sword.livejournal.com]

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Mr Nigma? Do you mean the worst one here, or anywhere?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...whichever you would prefer. Take your pick.

[teh-sword.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sir!

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Should I end up canceling classes for longer than expected next week, I'll be sure to keep you and the others posted.

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Eating an apple in your kitchen. Need new locks bro.]

Your riddles need a little work.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward just fixes him with an incredibly sullen look. Johan in his kitchen isn't scary anymore so much as it is just obnoxious.]

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Clearly he needs to fix this. Or you know, just continue to eat the apple. That works too.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...excuse me.

[Brushing past Johan to get to the fridge. Maybe he'll make pasta.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger has heard the phone call -- both the filtered and unfiltered halves -- due mostly to the fact that he has been standing behind Edward for the duration of the call, silently observing him. When Eward turns around, he will find his not!son staring up at him with much fascination.]

...Westport.

[Make with the details.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[He jumps a little bit at Slugger's sudden appearance, though he's relieved to see that it's only him. Never thought you'd see the day where Edward's actually happy to see him, now did you?]

Yes. Westport. That statue from the other night sent me there.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[This will be chalked up merely as Edward's relief at not finding another stone angel behind him.]

What happened.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

I woke up in Westport. Ran into an old friend and investigated the town. May have made a complete and total fool of myself.

[What else is new? But then, this probably isn't what Slugger's interested in finding.]

The town was practically empty, though others were sent back along with us. Thankfully we were never ambushed by hazmats. And the air was breathable. Still, there wasn't much to eat, I barely slept, and I nearly died of thirst. Eventually, we were rescued by someone in a time-traveling police box.

[He wrinkles his nose. He's pretty aware of how weird that sounds.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Oh. You're back.

. . .

Making a mess already?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Nice to see you, too.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I've exchanged you for Hiccup in your absence. You're across the street now to the right.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. I'll leave in the morning. When I feel less like death warmed over.

[He pauses. Remembers who he's talking to.]

The house doesn't look too badly damaged. So then, you were able to keep things under control?

[That's about as close as he'll get to expressing concern.]

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

If you're not showing up, that means we don't have to either, right?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Generally speaking, when one says that they're canceling a class, that implies that neither the teacher nor the student are required to attend.

Though I can't speak for the rest of your teachers.

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

Aw, come on, I have your class in the middle of the day! I won't even have time to come home and take a break in that time.

You're seriously evil!

[phone]

[ryuuzaki]

[The male voice is soft, low, and cool; there's little emotion in it. L has stayed out of the traumatic happenings around town since his arrival, instead opting to try to find his feet through observation of this new situation. Rin advised him to speak to Nigma, and while it's not the most promising lead, he can't afford to throw it away without following through on it.]

Mr. Nigma. You've chosen an interesting topic, hm?

[Someday socklessliving might have all the good icons and a paid account with editing capabilities, but this is not that day. This is not that day!]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[...well. This voice isn't exactly familiar.]

I like to keep my students on their toes. Ask them anything. Perhaps that way, they'll be prepared for whatever this town throws at them.

[ryuuzaki]

[There's still no emotion in the tone; if it weren't so flat and calm, it would be sly.]

One of your students has suggested to me that you might have some idea about who's responsible for doing the throwing.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Westport? You were in Westport? Was the road opened again?

[Aaaaand filtered]

Time and room number, then?

[Filtered]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

I didn't arrive via a road so much as I was forced there by those damned angels.

[He ponders before responding.]

Next Sunday evening. Same time as last. My classroom will suit us just fine.

Re: [Filtered]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

How do you know it was Westport?

I don't know which classroom is yours.