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 Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:08 pm
"Yes. The anonymous security box that you found your riddle in." He clarified. "If it's the gel you would like, you will have it." It would put him a little out of his way, but he wanted to impress her and was glad to get it for her. It was far too fun to see her get excited and it was a small price to pay for it.
"Yes! Oh, you are too clever." He replied with a grin. Her laughter got him laughing until they were both laughing together in a strange scene that would make any onlooker feel awkward. "Is it too easy? I also thought of this one for another place... What has pockets but no pants?"···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 2:33 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra nodded with a smile. She would check the box often, she knew it. She was extremely impatient and with a plot as exciting as this well, she would be even more keen to get working. "Oh the fun I'm going to have!" She exclaimed. The exploding hair gel would be grim, and definitely not her usual style but it would have Batman's name literally all over it. Cassandra smiled wildly like a child when she got the answer right. She wanted to impress him, of course she did. This was technically her interview if you can call it that. "Perhaps, but it will be funny to watch as the riddles get harder and he fails to save the damsels," She giggled.
The French girl narrowed her eyes at the new riddle. "The answer to your question could have many answers," She mused. "A dress, purse, a coat, the list could go on, but I feel as though you mean something so obvious it is obscure," She mused, only half of her words directed to the gentleman. Things that had pockets? She wasn't quite sure. She tried to think of locations, that often helped with riddles of this kind. Instead of asking herself what she asked where. Where in Gotham was there an object that had pockets but no pants? Deduction deduction deduction. It was difficult to think when she was so excited. "The clothing store maybe? Well you can... pocket a ball in snooker, can't you? perhaps the pub? Charity shop?" Cassandra was genuinely stumped since there was so much option. This would be a brilliant riddle for the bat, he wouldn't know where to go!
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 8:19 pm
It gave Edward an unprecedented amount of pleasure to watch Cassandra study his riddle so thoroughly. With each hypothesized answer, he felt his excitement grow with his smile, giving her an encouraging nod as she worked through it. He nearly answered her question but kept silent as she continued to get hotter. "The pub." He clarified since she had mentioned it and overstepped it. "With riddles like that one, it'd be fun to watch the bat flit about from place to place. Part of the riddle is guessing which is more likely." Batman knew him, but he didn't feel that he knew him well enough to guess his preferences.
Edward studied her for a moment in silence, breaking it before it got too awkward. "Do you have anymore questions for me? I only have one more for you." He found her interesting enough to have a personal question, which wasn't all too common.···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 4:09 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra was delighted that he was smiling, unless it was fake? Nevertheless it meant that he was enjoying her company, or at least wanted to think she did. They always said, that liars are always more suspicious of others which is perhaps why Cassandra was wary, and noticed every little detail. The paranoia sometimes got to her. Did the lady in the shop recognise her? Is he fake smiling... who knows!
Cassandra nodded as he confirmed the location. "You might have to confirm some of them for me, just so's I don't get it wrong!" She laughed with a smirk, recrossing her legs and adjusting her skirt- which was as always modest knee length. "That's going to be fun to watch!" She giggled. She would have the perfect seat being on the front lines.
Eddie and Cassandra sat in silence for a few moments after the laughter stopped. Finally, to save them both from an awkward interlude of nothingness, he spoke. The blonde eyed him curiously. "Not as of yet, though I am intrigued, what would you like to ask?" She smiled, she was an open book to her allies- which could prove detrimental in the long run but hey! It didn't really matter in the here and now so why worry? right?
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 8:20 pm
"Of course I will tell you the locations. I only play with my victims... something we may have in common." Edward thought he might make an acception in this once case. After all, she was very enticing. It was difficult not to watch every movement that she made. Cassandra made herself comfortable easily despite how cautious she was.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk as she inquired about his question for her. "You seem to contradict yourself. You parade yourself as a refined, elegant and classy woman-- but your actions do not match-- unlike everything you wear." He noted. "It could be summed up with the cliche, 'how did a girl like you end up in a place like this?', but I am more interested in why." He explained. "Please don't mis-interpret. I do find you refined, elegant and classy-- but I feel that the majority would disagree with me that you can be a lady and a murderer at the same time."···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2017 4:50 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra was intrigued by his statements, wavering not a bit as he spoke. A light smirk played on her lips. When he concluded, Cassandra thought for a minute on what she should say next? Was she ready to reveal all? Even though all wasn't nearly as interesting as she made it out to be in her head. She decided against it, continuing to smile lightly, preferring instead to comment on his choice of words. Cassandra edged ever so closely towards Eddie placing a hand on his inner thigh.
"I can provide you with another marvellous cliche, 'Never judge a book by its cover,'" She recited, patting his knee gently. Cassandra was, for want of the word, slightly offended by his questioning, though she could understand why he would ask such a question. She felt as though she should take this opportunity to voice her opinion on the matter, for she may never get another opportunity.
"Although I may seem to be refined and... classy, I can assure you, fine gentleman, that I am far from it," Cassandra looked at him with an innocent smile. "I do declare that I look a little... different than others whom seek the same profession as myself, but that does not prevent my ability to perform the task at hand with vehemence, I am vastly equipped, and am properly trained and I would ask, good sir, for you to not question my suitability if you will, based on something as trivial as a piece of fabric and a tone of voice," Though her words showed anger, her expression and 'tone of voice' never faltered. "In the words of Jane Austen 'Angry people are not always wise'". She was as light and pleasant as she always was.
It was very clear at this point, that although Cassandra favoured her trademark vintage clothing, and found speaking in a more old fashioned manner absolutely delightful- she was no lady but was a brilliant actress, if a little eccentric. "I will not tell you why, as you ask, that I ended up in my ghastly position in live, but deplore you to figure it out for yourself. You are the Duke of Riddles are you not? Maybe I could be your greatest mystery?" She smiled deviously, her eyes glistening slightly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 7:47 am
"I am. And if you will not tell me, you give me no choice but to satisfy my own curiosity. I do love a good puzzle." He didn't at all mind the challenge. In fact, it excited him. "I apologize that you interpreted my question as a judgement of your ability. I'm not one to jump to conclusions, only a fool does such a thing." Her taking his question the wrong way, however, did reveal something about her inner thoughts to him.
She assumed that I view feminine women as weak. Either it is what she believes society feels about them, what men feel about them, or it is how she feels about them. Either she is trying to prove a point by being the opposite as a feminine woman, or she is simply dressing the part as a disguise so that others will judge her as weak... I will give her the benefit of the doubt and hypothesize that she believes society sees femininity as weak and it is not her own opinion...
"By admitting that you are not what you seem, you admit in turn that you mean to seem as something that you are not-- or simply that you are well aware of it. And if you are well aware of it, it is clear that you do not see a need to make it easy for others by dressing the part." He told her with a smile. "Which is what I saw that provoked me to asking... to quote Jane Austen 'Even a savage can dance'." Drawing closer, he took one of her blonde curls in his hand and twirled it around his finger... "If I were the kind to take things at face value, as you suggested, I would not be The Riddler... now would I? I very much hope that you do not, as I said, make it easy for me."···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 8:28 am
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra fundamentally believed that society saw women like herself as weak, and it had bothered her for years. Though, her demeanour had proved particularly successful in the murder of straight men, and had used it to her advantage for many years. When she was dressed like this she was deemed 'trustworthy' and 'feminine' two things one did not usually associate with danger. She most definitely dressed this way for two reasons. Firstly simply because she liked dressing this way and second to appeal to the male gaze, to fit their stereotypes and seem as something she is not. She was not weak. Her gender did not make her weak. Her clothing did not make her weak and she was intent to prove this to her victims- even if they were to die before the hour was up. As he had already guessed, she was well aware of the effects of her little getup and she revelled in it. Most didn't expect her to have two guns, poison and knives stashed in the hem and sleeved of her jacket. They wouldn't believe you if you told them that her makeup was deadly or that even her perfume was more than intoxicating. Of course, for the purposes of today's tasks she had removed any harmful chemicals from her body.
It didn't make it any easier for herself either, as running in heels was such a tiresome activity she often ran barefoot which was far from glamorous. She nodded as he too quoted from Austen- literature was of course her passion having been a teacher and she was almost proud to see that someone else actually read in the age of memes and fan-fiction. Cassandra smiled still, her expression still remaining the same. She would not confirm or disprove any theories he may have about her, complying with his request that she not make it too easy. "Maybe you should," She smiled. "Give into the temptation, pick the blossoms, eat the fruit, kill the spider, its yours for the taking," She whispered in a seductive tone, looking up towards him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:36 am
Her words drew him in but he did not enjoy the feeling of being drawn. Being tempted suggested that he could be beguiled and he wasn't about to let himself 'give into' anything while being unaware. Then again, he didn't see himself as unaware at all. Edward was confident that he knew as much as he needed to in any given situation-- which was what gave him pause in this instance. Still, he loved the attention, craved it... wanted it... and of course, as she said, he could have anything he wanted, so why not have it?
"And risk the chance that the blossoms are spurs, the fruit is poison, and that the spider is an asset?" Edward was very tempted and Cassandra was very desirable. "What a reckless suggestion." He whispered in return, feeling the strange heat that her gaze caused slowly growing. "But your suggestion has brought another question... if I were to kiss you, would I be stealing a kiss or giving a kiss?"···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 11:07 am
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
It was always strange, when Cassandra felt the emotions of another. It was always best when they were strong. Desire, Lust, fear, anguish all were rooted under the same umbrella and right now at this moment Cassandra could feel Edward's desire. Though she could also feel his restraint which was disappointing to say the least. He was too smart, too intelligent to fall for the game. The game that had won over so many in the past. She planned to continue being devious, the same sly smile spread across her cheeks.
Cassandra tutted. "When you're with me none of that matters," She consoled, caressing his cheek with her hand. "Who cares whether the fruit is poison as long as it tastes good?" She continued to smile. This was only a flavour of what she was usually like. Cassandra raised a perfectly arched brow before contemplating his next question. "Why not risk it? To hell with the consequences," Was all she told him. This is what she did. Gave everything, offered them the most luscious fruits, broke the rules just for them, made them feel important, give them love, danced, joked, teased, loved, kissed, caressed, killed. Her response gave no answer, for she had no answer to give, he would have to take the risk. Was he brave enough? She chuckled lightly, her mouth slightly sore from smiling though she wouldn't stop. The smile that met her eyes still remained, and so it would. She couldn't be sad, she just couldn't. She could feel the temptation and he wanted it and thus so did she.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 6:38 pm
Edward could have come up with a million excuses as easily as he could come up with a million good reasons. All he really needed to tip the scale was one... him wanting her was that one reason that was more than enough and he wasn't afraid. He had a way of being selfish in relationships, which usually ended in him getting exactly what he wanted but ended not so well on the other end. "For your sake, I hope you mean that." Edward was done weighing the situation. It was time to test his hypothesis. Pushing her curl behind her ear, his hand came to a rest behind her neck. Now close enough that he could feel the warmth on her skin, he brushed his lips against hers and kissed her lightly, testing her taste before giving her a real kiss. All at once all logic fled and he just enjoyed the numbing effect of the chemical reaction. ···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 2:33 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
The one problem of being able to feel others emotions, was being completely unable to shut it off. She was consistently bombarded with the feelings of others and whilst this gave her a great advantage it also hindered her. It was perhaps why she had never been able to get into a serious relationship before. Cassandra was unable to feel; she could only feel the emotions of others. Any emotion she felt gave her great delight, it was simply murder that she could feel the most. She was unaware that this was the cause and would probably do anything to feel that way again and again.
Her gift made it particularly interesting to play with other people's emotions. Cassandra didn't particularly feel any desire for the man in front of her, though he didn't seem to notice. Perhaps it was her smile... or her boobs. Whichever it was, she was opening herself up to feel what he did, and would soon be able to replicate it. She giggled as he spoke placing her hand on his shoulder, and kissed him back. It was... nice? Again she was uncertain, though she filed through with the same drill as always followed by a hand through his hair, which knocked his hat off in the process. After a few moments she was the one to part, her unusually normal lipstick staining his lips. She smiled as she picked his hat up from the bench and put it on her own head. "It's getting late," She smiled, standing. "I should probably get going; you simply can't tell who's lurking in the shadows these days," She winked at him before picking her bag up off the floor. Perhaps he would offer to walk her home, maybe he would let her go? Who knows. Usually they followed, though that normally resulted in death. Edward wasn't an idiot like most of them were, she merely wondered how curious he actually was.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 4:09 pm
He barely noticed his hat get knocked off until she parted the kiss and placed his hat back on his head. Her giggle brought him back to his senses and he noticed her looking at his lips. Chuckling, he took out a handkerchief and removed the rubbed off lipstick from his mouth... "It is." He agreed, getting to his feet and pocketing the handkerchief. Looking to her, he shrugged at her comment. "A surprise would be nice for a change." Edward picked up his book and his cane as she gathered her purse from off the ground. "I would be happy to take you home." He offered with a smile. "Or wherever you wish."···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 1:29 pm
Tнere were ѕoмe Moυɴтαιɴѕ, sтorмѕ rαɢed, sтoɴe ѕplιт, tιмe wore oɴ. Aɴd тнere ɢreαт нeιɢнтѕ, were redυced тo тιɴy grαιɴѕ. mιllιoɴѕ oғ тιɴy grαιɴѕ. ╳
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Heαт αɴd αιr αɴd тнeɴ glαѕѕ. So мυcн вeαυтy. Froм ѕυcн вeαυтy αѕ вeғore ιт. Aɴd ιɴ reғlecтιoɴ oғ тнe вeαυтy ιт ιѕ ɢιғтed тo. Yoυ.
Cassandra chuckled as she watched him wipe the lipstick from his lips. "I thought it suited you, though I suppose green is more your colour," She commented. She shrugged as well, pursing her lips as he spoke. Surprises are only nice when Cassandra was expecting them. The blonde woman preferred to have control whilst still having fun which is why the riddle had bothered her so. Now she had control she was happy, unless batman showed up and ruined their fun before it had even begun. He may not know her face but he would probably know Eddie's and she would be arrested for affiliation. "You can walk me home if you wish," She told him, her tone unusually flat with a slight frown. Cassandra was mildly disappointed. It can't be that easy can it? She had thought of herself as clever, yet she had managed to get even The infamous Riddler to walk her home, and she didn't even want to kill him. "Too curious," She muttered to herself. Perhaps she should be proud of herself? She wasn't. Nevertheless she linked her arm through his as they walked, with her directing them in the direction they needed to go. She could only hope he hadn't read too much into the kiss, for it meant nothing to Cassandra. Kissing, murder - people were all just like a drug to her. She would use them all up and then throw the needle away.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 3:00 pm
"i was offering a ride. I can accompany you to the gate, but unfortunately I am not dressed for a casual stroll through Gothem and I must get back to my lab." He informed her as they walked. "I will need the night hours to make the explosive gel that you have requested." Edward had a lot to do and he hoped to start their scheme against the bat first think in the morning. He had a few more errands to run before the night was out for everything to go smoothly. "I have enjoyed our meeting and I am sure that I'll enjoy the next immensely." With all of the blood still yet to be spilled and gossip to spread-- there was a lot to look forward to.···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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