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Edward Nigma | The Riddler ([personal profile] questionauthority) wrote2011-08-16 07:54 pm

Riddle 032: Milked For All He's Worth

[Hey Mayfield. Guess who's been a busy little drone this evening? Well, now that he's gone and killed his first victim, the Riddler's going to be headed on home. But first?

A. ACTION - The Gas Station / Diner - Evening

The Riddler's at the gas station, whistling to himself and filling up the Riddler-Mobile. Which you've probably noticed is a little bit dented. And is missing a windshield. And appears to have something just barely jutting out of the trunk. It's small. Black. Almost looks like a piece of a certain someone's... cape. Not that any of this bothers the Riddler in the slightest.

B. ACTION - 726 Anderson Lane - Soon After

Now that his car's all filled up and everything's all hunky-dory, Edward Nigma's gonna head on home, parking his car in the garage. He doesn't bother taking the corpse out of the trunk, simply leaving it locked inside. Never mind the fact that his ordinarily stainless green suit is still covered in blood. His familiar cane, bent and bloodied, is in his hand.

When he enters the house, there's a big, cheery grin on his face.]


Daddy's home! [Laughing jovially, he'll mosey on over to the kitchen.] How's my happy, healthy family this evening?

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-17 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Slugger doesn't even see the poker coming until its end is lodged in Edward's head. Gaping, he steps away further as the body hits the floor, milk from the glass spilling out as it shatters. Sights shifting from the now dead drone to the source of the poker, he spots Susan armed with a sword.

He doesn't say anything yet, just stares at her in shock as if to say 'That was some throw'.]

[identity profile] hintcoinplz.livejournal.com 2011-08-17 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Luke doesn't have a comment for the poker, he just stares down at the dead body.

In absolute horror.]

[identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com 2011-08-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Luke, go upstairs.

[Before Luke can stare at the body too long, his vision is being obscured by the back of Susan's black cloak, which somehow seems to purposefully flare out to obstruct his sight. Susan will bend over and, with an unusual display of strength, pull the poker out from where it had lodged in the Riddler's head.

Blood and goo. Not particularly pleasant.]


Slugger, fetch me the linen bandages. Then escort your brother up.

[Whether that's a slip of the tongue or not, she doesn't correct herself.]

[identity profile] greatestmanll40.livejournal.com 2011-08-18 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Lex glares. Fantastic, Edward has been droned. Again.]

You seem to have been in a bit of an incident.

[identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com 2011-08-18 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[OK what is this. You sound droned, but you're dressed like Eddie, and you're covered in blood. What.

Conclusion made: the Milkman has screwed with your head somehow.]


Ooooooookay. I dunno what's gotten inta ya, pally, but I don't like it.

[He looks at the drunk.] Do I wanna even know what is in there? Or should I be sayin' "who".

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-18 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shounen Bat takes orders from no one. Except his "mother". The requested items will be in Susan's arms in less than two seconds, after which Luke will feel a tap on his shoulder from behind.]

This way. Unless you want the nightmares to be worse.

[He's actually serious.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 12:42 am (UTC)(link)


[That seems to be a friendly enough invitation for a beatdown. Say hello to Edward's hand grabbing you by the back of the head, shoving it down hard against the trunk.]

[identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[CLANG! Scout curses loudly, and jumps back from Edward, holding his head and looking super pissed. He forget if the Milkman drones you, you get violent. Looks like it's time to take you down. He's throwing a past and hard punch to Edward's temple, though he's a bit off-center at the moment.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[It'll graze his temple, but he takes a step backwards all the same, grinning madly.]

[identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Suddenly Scout is drawing his bat from his backpack, and is taking a swing at Eddie with a roar, aiming for his midsection.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Oooof. Knocking Eddie down to the ground, but you know? He doesn't even feel that winded.]

[identity profile] hintcoinplz.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Luke turns to Slugger, away from the corpse of Edward.]

H-he's...

[Dead, he's dead. He looks absolutely distressed at Slugger. While the dead do come back from Mayfield, it wasn't something he was used to witnessing.]

[identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scout puts a foot on the back of Eddie's neck, pushing down enough to keep him down but not chocking him.]

Great. Why tha hell did ya tango with the Milkman? It's freakin' useless. Now look at ya. What the crap am I supposed to do with ya? I almost feel bad fer havin' to hit ya.

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Slugger doesn't look very broken up about it, he kind of knows how Luke feels. Long ago he'd come home to discover Susan's body in a heap of butchered limbs thanks to Grady and experienced real trauma for what may have been the very first time. Compared to that, this was almost pleasant.]

Maybe this should go in the sketchbook.

[identity profile] hintcoinplz.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't want this to go in the sketchbook!

[...He probably said that louder then he should have, but right now he's more concerned about the dead body of the Riddler. Luke slightly lowers his voice.]

T-they come back right? That's what everyone says. It's true, isn't it?

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Too soon for that suggestion? Okay then. Slugger will surely be making a note of this event in his own personal records, possibly in pictorial form. As for Luke's question, Slugger merely nods. He honestly doesn't know what will happen after this now that people in Mayfield have started dying for real, but he figures a nod should suffice for now.]

Just go upstairs. Susan and I will handle this.

[identity profile] hintcoinplz.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Luke nods weakly.]

O-okay.

[And with that, he scurries upstairs.]

[identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Susan, in the meantime, had been attempting to keep more of Edward's brains from spilling out. That task done, she'll straighten up.]

Well? Go on and keep him company. I can clean up here.

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[This time he doesn't "snap" to obey so quickly. Instead, Slugger moves to grab Edward's legs, swatting away a few spiders in the process. They can't just leave the body here on the kitchen floor, after all. What horrible housekeeping that would be.]

Where should we put him?

[identity profile] deaths-heritor.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Susan simply fixes him with a Look for a moment or two before deciding it wasn't worth the time to argue.]

The basement, of course. Where else?

[She picks up the shoulders and then drops them absentmindedly, taking some rope stowed in one of the cupboards instead (she had taken to leaving odd lengths of rope around the house after the last few incidents). Then she'll pick up the shoulders.]

Downstairs, then. I'll go around first.

[identity profile] strike-you-out.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Admittedly, he'd rather face a Look from Susan head-on than allow his eyes to settle on the face of Edward's corpse.

And so 'mother' and 'son' engage in what is quickly becoming a family tradition at the Nigma Residence---carrying Mr. Nigma's body down into the cellar for binding.]

[identity profile] greatestmanll40.livejournal.com 2011-08-22 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Just going to glance that over and step toward the vehicle... specifically the trunk.]

I suppose I could.

But what specifically?

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