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Riddle 027: All About the Game (And How You Play It)

[A - Action: 726 Anderson Lane - Morning

Edward Nigma isn't having such a hot morning. After searching his room in frustration for any trace of his familiar emerald suits or his trademark canes, he heads into his study, tearing into a letter he received in the mail this morning. His eyes narrow as he scans through the letter. He's being asked to kill. Judging from the almost formulaic structure of the letter, he assumes that the rest of the town has received identical letters, if not a good deal of the population. He isn't the only one being asked to play this little game.

There's no question that Edward's greatest desire is to be recognized and accepted for the true genius that he is. But can the town actually promise him that? There has to be a catch. There's always a catch. Flipping through the rest of the documents he's been given, he pauses when he comes across a small photograph. He's in it. Prominent in the foreground, really, sitting on a park bench. In the somewhat blurred background of the photograph, a young brunette in a labcoat plants a soft kiss on his cheek. Eddie shoots to his feet and stares down at the photo, his stomach churning incredibly uncomfortably. He's horrified, appalled, enraged that this town would dare to...

There's a beat as he attempts to maintain his cool. He flips the photo upside down so that he doesn't have to keep looking at it, reading through the rules and regulations of this little game. This town's promising him acceptance? Fine. He'll do it. He'll play their little game.]

[B - Action: Mayfield High School.

Dressed in an uncharacteristic black, wearing a matching trilby atop his head, Eddie sits behind the desk of his Ethics classroom.]

I trust a good deal of you received something interesting in the mail this morning? Well, then. By a show of hands, how many of you intend to take part in this little game that the town's set up for us?

[This question's not just for the sake of class discussion, it's for the sake of evaluating who could be a potential threat. Any one of them could be targeting him, after all.]

[C - Action: After School, On the Way Back to 726 Anderson.

The Riddler ducks into a phonebooth, taking another good look at the name he's been assigned.

"el Reino de España (Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo)"

"The Kingdom of Spain?!" ...one of those countries, then. The question is, how the hell is he supposed to find this target? It's not as though he can simply find him on a map. Not for this. Edward puts the paper away, heading out of the phonebooth and making his way back home. The gun in his breast pocket hardly weighs him down. He'll find his target. And he'll make it to the next round. And he'll win the respect and admiration of this whole damn town.

If there's one thing that Edward Nigma knows, it's how to play a game. And how to play it well.]

((OOC: Tags may come a bit slow today and tomorrow. Still adjusting to life on the West Coast. Thanks for understanding!))

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[Guess who's just raising his hand, Eddie.]

[Mart's the new kid in class so he needs to make an impression.

Legs on his desk, leaning back and slouching, Mart raises his hand complete with grin.]

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[Sara keeps her hands stubbornly folded on her desk. She swallows hard and looks shaken when the game is mentioned, the fresh memory of how close she came to death still making her stomach dip into her knees.

She looks around to see what everyone else does, and is absolutely incensed when she sees how many hands go up. It's enough to make her jump up and talk out of turn, looking around at all her classmates.]

Have you all lost your minds?

[Outside the door to the study, Edward may here the sound of light tapping as if something is trying to draw his attention.]

Why? Are you gonna fail us if we don't go around killing little kids?

[Rin's resting her head in her hand, and looking a little miffed when that question comes up.]

Doesn't matter. I'm not strong enough to kill my target anyway. ♪

[There is an old man dressed in black in the room now. Also...you can "hear" his voice for once. It might sound a little familiar.]

Not usually your colour Edward.

Yo! [just

holding a sock full of quarters in the air]

[Shana seems hesitant, then says to Edward.]

I'm not sure, honestly. But I'm afraid of what I might do if they try to hurt my friends.

[She makes her appearance leaning against the doorway of his study, waiting to be acknowledged. Perhaps she still manages to surprise him with her quiet movements, even with her sudden descent to humanity. Edward may notice that her hair looks particularly limp this morning. Enough hairspray to annihilate a small colony of wasps has gone into maintaining her impressive hairdo, but it still doesn't look quite right for some reason.

Regardless, she hovers silently in the background, watching him peruse his letter, a white envelope of her own held in her hand.]

( ( After several phone calls and talking out his options with, Spain decided to go out and find his target. "Susan Sto Helit." That was the name Spain received in his letter. He wasn't familiar with the name and it wasn't easy finding out who it was. Finally, he found a drone that was able to point in the right direction. Hah, it wasn't even that far away from his own home.

Spain walks down Anderson, trying to ignore that feeling that he was being watched. It's just in the imagination, after all. Eyeing the numbers on the mailboxes, he knows that he's coming closer.

If there was a time to change his mind and go back home, it would be now. . .) )

[Raising hand, her expression flat like always.]

"Teacher."

Keima calls out from the middle of the class. He isn't a drone and doesn't look like one, but considering he isn't abnormally tall or with non-natural hair color, it was easy to miss the kid. He's certainly new, though!

"I did not. My qualifications weren't enough. Did you get a letter?"

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