Edward Nigma | The Riddler (
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Riddle 030: Half-Life (50% Droning)
[A - ACTION: The Kitchen of 726 Anderson Lane.
Eddie's in the middle of preparing a nice, hearty breakfast for his family. Question: How best to spend this Fourth of July? Take his beautiful wife and kids out for a picnic in John Doe Park? Maybe see if Jonathan and his family want to come along? Honestly? It's days like this that it feels pretty damn good to be Edward Nashton.
Wait. That... isn't right. It's Nigma. Edward Nigma. He'd taken that name to get as far away from that miserable childhood as possible. ...hadn't he? No, all Eddie can think about now is a childhood here in Mayfield. His old man teaching him how to ride a bike. Playing catch with him in the backyard while Mrs. Nashton made her world-famous lemonade. The day he'd come racing home to tell his father he'd won a contest at school. And his father had been proud of him...
No. Stop it, Edward. You'd cheated that day, remember? Your father was never proud of you. That's why you strove to prove yourself better than everyone else, because you are better than everyone else. You're a genius. Cleverer than Crane. More intelligent than Lex Luthor. You've got bigger brains than Batman.
...and it's here that Edward Nashton---Nigma, dammit---comes to a haunting conclusion. There never was a Batman here in Mayfield, was there? There was never a reason for one. There was never a reason for the Riddler, either. All of a sudden, Eddie's feeling much less enthused about today.]
[B - PHONE: Shortly after breakfast.]
"Bury deep,
Pile on stones,
Yet I will
Dig up the bones."
Memories. Something... something isn't right. I'm starting to remember things that didn't happen. Things that should never have happened.
[Or should they have? What's wrong with the life Edward's leading here in Mayfield? For once in his pathetic life, he has the chance to be happy. Yet again, the Riddler is beginning to question himself.]
None of this is real. ...is it?
[C - ACTION: That afternoon, various places around town.
The Riddler needs to clear his head. Perhaps some of that fresh Mayfield air will do him some good. Those who bump into him may hear him reciting a little riddle to himself. Something to keep him anchored in all of this confusion.]
"Up a hill,
Down a hill,
Over them I may roam,
But after all my walking,
There's no place like my own."
[This neighborhood, these streets, this perfect little slice of American suburbia. This place is a far cry from Gotham. This place isn't truly home.
...right?]
Eddie's in the middle of preparing a nice, hearty breakfast for his family. Question: How best to spend this Fourth of July? Take his beautiful wife and kids out for a picnic in John Doe Park? Maybe see if Jonathan and his family want to come along? Honestly? It's days like this that it feels pretty damn good to be Edward Nashton.
Wait. That... isn't right. It's Nigma. Edward Nigma. He'd taken that name to get as far away from that miserable childhood as possible. ...hadn't he? No, all Eddie can think about now is a childhood here in Mayfield. His old man teaching him how to ride a bike. Playing catch with him in the backyard while Mrs. Nashton made her world-famous lemonade. The day he'd come racing home to tell his father he'd won a contest at school. And his father had been proud of him...
No. Stop it, Edward. You'd cheated that day, remember? Your father was never proud of you. That's why you strove to prove yourself better than everyone else, because you are better than everyone else. You're a genius. Cleverer than Crane. More intelligent than Lex Luthor. You've got bigger brains than Batman.
...and it's here that Edward Nashton---Nigma, dammit---comes to a haunting conclusion. There never was a Batman here in Mayfield, was there? There was never a reason for one. There was never a reason for the Riddler, either. All of a sudden, Eddie's feeling much less enthused about today.]
[B - PHONE: Shortly after breakfast.]
"Bury deep,
Pile on stones,
Yet I will
Dig up the bones."
Memories. Something... something isn't right. I'm starting to remember things that didn't happen. Things that should never have happened.
[Or should they have? What's wrong with the life Edward's leading here in Mayfield? For once in his pathetic life, he has the chance to be happy. Yet again, the Riddler is beginning to question himself.]
None of this is real. ...is it?
[C - ACTION: That afternoon, various places around town.
The Riddler needs to clear his head. Perhaps some of that fresh Mayfield air will do him some good. Those who bump into him may hear him reciting a little riddle to himself. Something to keep him anchored in all of this confusion.]
"Up a hill,
Down a hill,
Over them I may roam,
But after all my walking,
There's no place like my own."
[This neighborhood, these streets, this perfect little slice of American suburbia. This place is a far cry from Gotham. This place isn't truly home.
...right?]
Phone
[He's wavering, though. Nina doesn't want to see anyone lost to Mayfield's delusions. She has to think. Has to communicate with him on his level, if he's going to believe her.
Edward communicates in riddles, right?]
Edward. What's the biggest riddle of all? The most important--the biggest--the most unpredictable riddle?
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The biggest riddle of all...? The answer is life itself, clearly. Simple.
[And yet not simple at the same time.]
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Why wouldn't it be? We grew up here. Are... are you feeling okay?
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...I could ask you the same thing.
[He'll---he'll test her. She's got to remember.]
Look. I need you to tell me about something. And I want you to think carefully before you answer. Can you do that for me?
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B; 50%, derp.
It's like there's two answers to every question. Where I grew up, who I lived with, who my friends are...I don't know which answers are the right ones.
Something's wrong. Something I don't even understand yet.
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What's going on?
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Phone
She cared about him a great deal.]
...Eddie? Is something wrong?
[Yet she felt... uneasy about this. Like there was something else, something... more she was forgetting.]
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Pam, you remember Gotham, don't you? You remember life outside of this town.
[Tell him he isn't crazy.]
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C - 100% Droning
Afternoon, Eddie!
Thinking in riddles again, are we? It's home, right?
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No, it isn't. They've been friends since high school, you could never get her to shut up about anything, Ed---]
Wh-what did you just say...?
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[C-Action] [@75%Droning] Screw you LJ.
Nashton you aren't looking too good. [This conversation doesn't feel right.]
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I've felt better, Grayson.
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A and 75%
But ever since he woke up there's something on his mind, strange dreams of London, a man in a top hat, people he thinks he should know but doesn't. Heck, he's never even been to London before, so he can't figure out the reason behind the dreams and why it feels so vivid to him.
He slides into the nearest chair, yawning and looking drowsy.]
Morning, papa.
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Morning, son. [Immediately, his mouth snaps shut. The word had slipped out before he could really stop himself. Luke isn't really his son. He can't be. Yet he still remembers teaching the boy how to play chess. The day he'd passed down the book of riddles that he'd received when he was Luke's age. These memories feel so vivid. What the hell is going on here?]
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Phone & 50%
[He seems remarkably calm, considering the situation. But, really, he's already got the "stark raving mad" thing already.]
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It looks that way. [He thinks?] Can you... Do you remember anything unusual, Jonathan?
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C - 75%
As if by accident, he stumbles again and staggers to his feet, ignoring the aching wounds and focusing on the one that killed his dad and puts his hands to his head.]
What...?
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You're remembering things as well, aren't you?
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Phone - %75
You've obviously been reading too many of those foolish comic books.
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A. 75%
Oh, good morning, dear! And a happy Fourth of July to you! I've made you a special breakfast.
[Hopefully, Edward likes scrambled eggs dyed red and blue.]
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Stop it. Eddie clutches his temple abruptly in an attempt to steady himself. This isn't real. It can't be real.]
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Something seems off today like we aren't supposed to be here.
But we aren't supposed to be here we're not from here? Right?
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[As appealing as a perfect life really sounds to him right now.]
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B - 25%
Even if I remember the hospital-- but I don't! [Ugh.] If you're so smart, tell me what's going on here!
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B, 50% droning
But both halves of his mind agree on at least one thing, and it's that Edward sounds like a good person to go to about this confusion right now. The half that believes Keane is Edward's friend could use the support, and the half that believes it's Edward's enemy could use another mind to pick. The more jarring - and similar - their mutual memories are, the more he'll be able to set reality straight in his own head.] ...I think we need to talk.
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[There's the usual sense of dread that comes with the idea of yet another discussion with the telepath. Yet there's a sense of warmth and fondness as well. What does Edward Nashton have to fear from one of his closest friends?]
Would you prefer we speak in person? [Surprisingly, Edward would. He'd prefer this over the phones, and he'd definitely prefer it over hearing Schuldig's voice inside his head again.]
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C
He's too caught up in his own thoughts to notice someone walking nearby, but the man's words catch his attention.]
Poetry, monsieur? I suppose it fits, seeing as it's Independence Day and 'ome is the best place to be.
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[His real home. Mayf---Gotham. GOTHAM.]
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C
[ Asks a girl who looks familiar, though her tone of voice is far sweeter as she approaches him from her porch. ]
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Shana. You were always good at answering my questions, weren't you?
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phone; 25% sorry I am a snail aflsdj.
I am the snailiest of the snails.
we can be snail-bros.