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questionauthority) wrote2011-08-16 07:54 pm
questionauthority) wrote2011-08-16 07:54 pm
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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?
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?
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[Luke backs up, although there's not a whole lot of room if he needs to run. In the meantime, he starts looking for something to fend drone Edward off if he needs to.]
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[Still drawing nearer and nearer.]
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In most situations, he'd have - no, the Professor would have a plan. The Professor could always calmly think through any dangerous situation.
But Luke wasn't the Professor, and right now all he had was a lamp. He has no idea if this is an effective plan or not, but he doesn't even stick around to watch the lamp hit, as he takes off running the moment he throws it.]
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