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questionauthority) wrote2011-04-04 11:31 pm
questionauthority) wrote2011-04-04 11:31 pm
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Riddle 023: When in Drone
[A: Action - Mayfield High School
Well, class, have you been enjoying your sessions with your droned Ethics teacher, Mr. Nigma? Because it looks as though he's in the middle of yet another of his cheerful drone-y lectures.]
You see, kids? Life sure is grand here in Mayfield. Even if you're down or discouraged about schoolwork, or girls, or bullies---at the end of the day, you just have to remember the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have others do unto...
[But he trails off. Blinks. His eyes no longer appear glazed over. He takes in his surroundings, as though waking up from a long, unpleasant dream. The cheery grin on his face fades into a sour scowl. It looks like Edward Nigma is back to normal.]
...what on earth was I just saying?
[B: Later on that day, Edward makes his way back home, sending out a public phone call, filtered from drones.]
Well. Apologies for taking the idea of "getting droned" lightly. It certainly isn't pleasant. Two full weeks---gone, just like that. Two weeks that could be better spent trying to determine a means of escape. But I don't intend to dally any longer with idle distraction. And I, Edward Nigma, don't intend to let this town continue to have its way. Not anymore. We need to take initiative. We need to strike back. Now.
Regrettably, with all the chaos and my little... "sabbatical," I was unable to hold a second meeting as I had originally planned. I trust you were all able to keep yourselves busy in my absence?
[C: Filtered to Poison Ivy]
Pamela? Are you there?
[D: Action - 726 Anderson Lane
Edward's back in his typical colors, pacing around the study in an almost manic state of mind. Do you approach?]
[E: Action - Olney's Tavern
In an incredibly morose turn of events, Edward has found his way over to Olney's Tavern late that night. With all the crap that's happened to him in the past couple of weeks---rejection at the hands of Ema Skye, his droning at the hands of the town, and the fact that this little April Fools' prank has cost him dearly---he could use a drink. Against his better nature, he heads to the counter and raps on it impatiently, flagging down the bartender.]
Malt whiskey. Leave the bottle.
Well, class, have you been enjoying your sessions with your droned Ethics teacher, Mr. Nigma? Because it looks as though he's in the middle of yet another of his cheerful drone-y lectures.]
You see, kids? Life sure is grand here in Mayfield. Even if you're down or discouraged about schoolwork, or girls, or bullies---at the end of the day, you just have to remember the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have others do unto...
[But he trails off. Blinks. His eyes no longer appear glazed over. He takes in his surroundings, as though waking up from a long, unpleasant dream. The cheery grin on his face fades into a sour scowl. It looks like Edward Nigma is back to normal.]
...what on earth was I just saying?
[B: Later on that day, Edward makes his way back home, sending out a public phone call, filtered from drones.]
Well. Apologies for taking the idea of "getting droned" lightly. It certainly isn't pleasant. Two full weeks---gone, just like that. Two weeks that could be better spent trying to determine a means of escape. But I don't intend to dally any longer with idle distraction. And I, Edward Nigma, don't intend to let this town continue to have its way. Not anymore. We need to take initiative. We need to strike back. Now.
Regrettably, with all the chaos and my little... "sabbatical," I was unable to hold a second meeting as I had originally planned. I trust you were all able to keep yourselves busy in my absence?
[C: Filtered to Poison Ivy]
Pamela? Are you there?
[D: Action - 726 Anderson Lane
Edward's back in his typical colors, pacing around the study in an almost manic state of mind. Do you approach?]
[E: Action - Olney's Tavern
In an incredibly morose turn of events, Edward has found his way over to Olney's Tavern late that night. With all the crap that's happened to him in the past couple of weeks---rejection at the hands of Ema Skye, his droning at the hands of the town, and the fact that this little April Fools' prank has cost him dearly---he could use a drink. Against his better nature, he heads to the counter and raps on it impatiently, flagging down the bartender.]
Malt whiskey. Leave the bottle.
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[he is quiet for a bit.]
It is my belief that escape from this place will only be worth it if we do not compromise ourselves. Our feelings and our beliefs. You care for this woman a great deal, I suspect. Do not betray that feeling, even in hopes of escape. Because if you do, the town and those who have made it have won. Do not allow them any sort of victory.
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[He takes in Garviel's advice, if only for a moment, but scoffs disdainfully.]
It hardly matters what I care. I did what I could to try and win her respect, after all I'd done. I apologized to her. I saved her life. I told her everything. Everything about me that I'd kept from her. It didn't matter.
She doesn't care.
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[he looks at Edward very directly]
Or is that something that you believe about her?
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[he pauses]
Forgive me. Astartes do not... dally with women. I must seem naive to you.
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If you would like, I can tell you my story, until you are ready to speak of yours again.
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By all means. Don't let me stop you.
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I sincerely wish to know her. Not for... whatever reason mortals get close to one another, but because I sense a kindred spirit in her. She is a warrior who defends and cares for many of the same people that I do.
I do not understand the need to be secretive about the past. Secrets are dangerous things, you see. Secrets caused the galaxy to burn, where I am from.
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[It's almost like an inverse of himself and Ema, in a way. He'd kept a lot from her, and she wanted to know everything. Likewise, she is, at her core, someone determined to find answers about this town. A seeker of the truth, just like him.]
She could simply be flirting. Or she could be testing you. Seeing how well you respond to certain hints, seeing if she can get any bites.
Or she could be attempting to understand you better, just as much as you're trying to understand her. She may confuse you, but perhaps... you intimidate her. Perhaps she's not entirely comfortable with answering your questions. Or it could be her own past that frightens her. Besides. There are some things about the past that are better kept as secrets.
[Projecting much, Edward?]
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[he smiles. A joke?]
Regarding flirting or testing, that is possible. I do not fully understand flirting and Mamzel Tohsaka has not been forthcoming about it. I suspect she is dealing poorly with her own affections for a young fellow she has mentioned to me a few times.
[he shrugs.]
I am not surprised if I did intimidate her. I have been called a monster, or feared even here often enough.
[He considers the question of her own past frightening her, and asks Edward.]
What could be frightening about events that have already happened? I do not understand fear, Astartes can not experience it, so I must ask others about the nature of this emotion.
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There are some things that are better left unsaid, really. Things in our pasts that have shaped us into who we are... things that we aren't necessarily proud of.
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[he looks to Edward] Do you regret your past?
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...I've made plenty of decisions I'm not proud of.
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