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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 6:17 pm
Night was falling gradually as Edward sat in wait for his potentially new accomplice/associate to show. He didn't always come personally, but since this was a new person and a very important detail to his next big scheme to rid himself of the Batman, he felt it best to see to it himself. Edward sat at a cathedral bench with a new book in his hands. The smell of a freshly printed book gave him unwarranted chills of excitement. He twirled his cane counter clockwise beneath his skeletal fingertips, a soft hum on his lips... stopping abruptly, he checked his watch. She wasn't late-- but nearly. He had left her a simple riddle to find the place. If she couldn't solve it, she wasn't worth his time and money.···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 11:12 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.
Riddle me this, Riddle me that...
The man who invented it,
Doesn't want it for himself.
The man who bought it,
Doesn't need it for himself.
The man who needs it,
Doesn't know it when he needs it.
Find it. 20:00.
R.
And this was all the information she was to get? A silly little riddle. She often got anonymous messages like this asking for work but none like this. She had scowled upon receiving it, but had been intrigued nonetheless. It had taken her about ten minutes to figure out. At first she thought it might be something like, chemotherapy or some kind of life saving medication but that wouldn't work with one or two. Her mind had raged, trying to come up with an answer that was so plain and simple it was annoying. A coffin, a silly little coffin. Was she meant to buy a coffin or something? She had tried the funeral home before she realised. What was the best place to find a coffin? A graveyard! Gotham only had one graveyard, and that resided by the cathedral so that is where she headed. The square was empty at this time of night, and with the massacre in the park most people were staying in their homes.
Cassandra had popped home after her meeting in the Lounge. Luckily it had been brisk, though slightly terrifying. Perhaps she should have gone armed, and that was not a mistake she was going to make twice in one day. She had time to make it to the square by eight. She switched her outfit on, putting on a knee length pink skirt, jacket and white blouse. Her shoes were pink as well and she had to admit she looked pretty adorable. She put on her gloved as well before loading her jacket with some of the essentials. Poison, a gun, Knife, money and a spare lipstick. She was set! She grabbed her keys and made her way to the square.
When she arrived she glanced around, and it wasn't difficult, to her surprise, to find the only man seated in the area. It was getting dark, and he was trying to read a book. Strange? Who sat outside a church and read a book? She walked towards him slowly, her heels clicking as she walked. Cass hoped it was him, 'R', it would be really embarrassing if it wasn't. "Good read?" She asked taking a seat beside him. "I see you aren't cowering under your kitchen table like everyone else in this god forsaken city," She said with a smile. Perhaps she should seem more nervous? The city was 'under threat' as the news thought.
Out Of Oranges- Lets pretend none of us have seen this riddle before *shhhh*
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 5:06 pm
 ···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
PieknyMotyl Nice work with the riddle. It's fitting. ^-^ I should have picked one for you, sorry about that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 1:51 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 blonde woman found it strange that he didn't look up as she approached. Most people would, out of habit, or the need to protect themselves in such a criminal infested city. Regardless, she merely assumed that, like her, he was simply well armed or the like. She took a seat next to him and they began to talk. Cassandra was an avid reader, and had been most of her life though she had not read the book he held in her hands. "Oh it can't be that bad?" She scolded with a laugh to show that she wasn't serious. The woman listened as he spoke, his words seemed hypothetical, which fitted exactly with what she had expected of The Riddler. There was a lingering thought at the back of her mind. The Riddler was a villain, amongst the likes of the most powerful men in the city. She should be careful. "It's quieter when they hide, I like it better," Cassandra chuckled. She loved it when something had gone on in the town. It meant she had free reign. Though the police didn't yet know her face, she was still cautious in case someone recognised her.
She rested her arms into her lap and sat up straight, she was nothing if not a proper lady. "We wouldn't want to let it go unfilled now would we?" She commented as she hinted that he should probably tell her, crossing one foot over the other as she spoke. Cassandra was getting more and more excited and it was becoming more difficult to contain. The first hint that she was becoming insanely excited, was the wide grin plastered across her face, and the somewhat chilling look in her eyes. To any other, it may seem like the man she was with had said something funny, but up close it was eerie.
Out Of Oranges- It's alright ^_^
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 3:27 pm
···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 1:09 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. ╳
Cassandra DuBois♔ ♕ ♚ ♛ ♔ ♕ ♚ ♛♔ ♕ ♚ ♛♔ ♕ ♚ ♛♔ ♕ ♚ ♛
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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 continued smiling but gave him a slightly disapproving nod. "You shouldn't flirt on a business meeting," She scolded sarcastically as she crossed her leg over the other. "I thank you for the compliment," And she was flattered, there wasn't much call for assassins that wore heels so she stood up to the task flawlessly. The gentleman quickly got onto the topic of the job at hand and Cassandra listened eagerly, her smile worming its way back onto her face. The woman smiled when he finished speaking, she was already completely in love with the plan, albeit slightly worried that it concerned Batman. An adversary she had actively avoided for many years. Perhaps this was it, her great battle. "Batman is just one big narcissistic publicity stunt with an attitude problem, nothing more," She grumbled. "I'd love to watch him burn with you," She smiled gracefully. Cassandra disagreed with publicised crime and heroism. If you want to get famous, do something meaningful, donate to the police if you're so rich. Batman was a Vigilante and he couldn't be trusted by either side. You don't pick and choose your friends in Gotham. Perhaps she was simply salty since having Batman around made her job ten times more dangerous and was looking for excuses to hate him even more.
Cassandra had been born with abilities that she still didn't quite understand. Cassandra had the ability to... sense in a way what other people were feeling and if she chose to replicate this feeling perfectly. Some times it came in handy. She loved the way she exactly how people felt when they were dying, the fear when they realised what was going to happen. And finally, the emptiness, when they're gone. That's what Cassandra craved so deliciously, it was so satisfying to her that she would probably never stop. She would literally kill anyone for the pleasure, and receiving money for her work was simply the cherry on the top. "I don't come cheap though," She warned. It wasn't as though she had a fixed rate, assassin work didn't quite function that way- it wasn't as if she had a website with a little chart telling people how much each kill was worth. Usually she was only paid after she had done her job, and annoyingly this sometimes left her unpaid when her employer decided he didn't need to pay her. Bloody cheek if you ask her. Cassandra always got her money though, one way or another.
Out Of Oranges-
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 3:14 pm
"I apologize for speaking my mind. It's a habit." Her reprimand, though called for, seemed to have a flirtatious undertone of its own. He wasn't sure if it was a threat or friendly business advice. Either way, she was a lady about it, which only made her more attractive. "You're very welcome."
Her psycho-analysis of Batman tickled him, causing a happy smile to cross his face. "Well said. I couldn't agree with you more." Edward was pleased that she was willing to go along with his plan. And as all business went, she quickly got to the matter of payment. It was nice to know, however, that there was a little more in it for her than the money. "Of course. How much do your services cost?" He asked. "I plan to pay you per job, whether or not the bat shows." He clarified. "Before you accept, you should know that for this scheme's intent and purpose, you'll need to kill them with the Batman branded weapons I provide you. Do you have a preferred method of killing?"···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 5:05 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 chuckled lightly. She really didn't mind flirting, in fact she encouraged it. The woman hoped he didn't stop simply because she had told him not to, that would be no fun at all. She craved attention, particularly from the opposite sex and often used her appearance as an advantage when it came to killing. She could be very... alluring when given the opportunity. Her lust for murder perhaps came from her desire for attention. Whatever it was, it made her deadly.
She looked up as they discussed the topic of payment. Her shoulders moved up and down in a shrug as she responded. "Whatever you think I'm worth, though, I don't take lightly to cheapskates," Her eyes narrowed in her threat. She didn't just fight for money of course, she only needed that to live. She was perfectly happy with her small apartment as long as she could afford the bare essentials - which of course included expensive vintage clothes and high end makeup. She was of course pleased that he intended to pay her regularly, his confirmation eased her worry that he wouldn't, especially since the threat to her own life was high. Well, this was batman, he would probably take pity on such a broken soul and rather than kill her simply send her to Arkham for 'help'. In many ways, this was worse. Payment was her security.
When The Riddler asked about her preferred method of killing, Cassandra thought for a minute. She prefered more intimate kinds of murder, the kind where the act itself was near silent where she could simply get up and leave by the end. Knives, poison, drowning, suffocating, the breaking of ones neck - all her preferred methods. However she was also adept at shooting, and basic hand to hand combat if need be. Cassandra had no super powers, so she made do. "I'm adaptable," She told him. "What weapons do you have in mind?" Cassandra was intrigued, whilst they weren't harming Batman directly, ruining his reputation would probably be even more damaging. She loved it!
Out Of Oranges-
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 8:20 am
Edward loved talking about himself and his inventions so he wasn't about to pass up the chance to do so. "I have all sorts of fun toys... I have your typical bat bomb that leaves a very distinct bat symbol burned into its surroundings. I've designed a new bomb that shoots hundreds of bat-shaped shrapnel. I also have some batwire with fine teeth that is perfect for dismemberment. An air-tight shrinking Bat-mask for suffocation... Bat-o-rangs, toxic Bat-gas...No guns, of course. I also take requests." He added with a smirk.
"I haven't seen what you can do, but I like what I see so far." Edward was not a cheapskate and he intended to pay her handsomely. "And if you're willing to be flexible-- how does a quarter million sound for starters?" He offered. "I'll pay you half up front but if you disappoint me-- I'll take whatever compensation I see fit." If there was one thing he hated, it was people who didn't play the game by the rules and he wasn't at all forgiving.···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 10:42 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 listened as he listed many of his weapons. Of course, her methods were more... traditional shall we say. Using batman themed weaponry may prove a challenge, but it was exactly this that was drawing her in. Perhaps her ways were outdated. Cass smiled as he spoke. Due to her empathy, she could feel his excitement and this had an unwarranted amount of effect on her. She wanted to get started right away, though she knew that things like this took time for them to be effective. "I like the idea of an air tight shrinking bat mask, how utterly sadistic," She commented with a brief laugh. Was it even likely for the bat to make such a thing? Well, if someone was mad enough to associate himself with a flying rodent then he was mad enough to personally brand torture devices in her opinion.
Upon the topic of money, ironically the tone of the conversation got darker. Cassandra sat up straight. "Quarter million?" She repeated, pretending to think it over. She had never been paid so much! Perhaps she should have raised her standards before now. "I'm hardly going to refuse, I assure you If I need someone dead, they'll be dead," She promised holding a hand dramatically up to her heart. She wondered what he meant by 'compensation', and wondered if it would be utterly naughty to break the rules to find out. Of course he probably just meant money, which was dull to say the least. No! She berated herself for even thinking it, she had to be reliable- it was her trademark. Oh the fun she was going to have with this!
Out Of Oranges-
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 5:00 pm
His smirk turned into a grin that lit his eyes with delight. "It is! And it will be entertaining to catch on film. I think it's my favorite so far." He added. "It would make a good Christmas present for him in the future if I don't end up using any of the kill footage for propaganda." Making fun gadgets was really just a hobby of his, but he was proud of his creations all the same. Especially when they came in handy.
"For your sake I certainly hope so." From his vest pocket he drew out an envelope and handed it to her. "Here's your first payment." He waited for her to take it before getting moving on with the formalities. "The papers and the big players call me Riddler, but I prefer my associates call me Eddie or Edward." He liked to keep things casual with those he worked with personally. "I certainly look forward to working with you, Cassandra. Mostly just looking at you, but I'm sure working with you will also be a pleasure."···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 11:05 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 was enthralled by his plan. They were going to catch it on film? She could tell this was going to be a challenge, though far from impossible. She may need to wear different shoes... "This is going to be fun," She mumbled to herself. Cassandra could only imagine what Batman would feel like when he was ruined, she only hoped she was close enough to him to feel it herself. It would be the greatest victory ever!
Cassandra eyed up the envelope and took it from him, briefly looking inside to check that it was actually money inside. Sweet Jesus it was a lot of money, though she tried not to let her shock show on her face, she merely nodded. "Why thank you, Eddie," She said with a wink. She narrowed her eyes playfully when he once again referred to her appearance. She knew she was beautiful, it was her rouse. And it was even working on Edward. It was comforting. Cassandra was often very theatrical in her work, and her style emulated that right down to her bright lipstick. "Do you have the first date, riddle and location? Or are you gonna make me guess?" She asked, ignoring his statement not wishing to entertain it right at this minute. As she spoke, she put the envelope in her bag, it fit neatly.
Out Of Oranges-
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 2:36 pm
"Just for fun, I'll let you take a guess at the first location. Without fingers, I point, without arms, I strike, without feet, I run. What am I?" It wasn't the hardest of riddles, but he felt that it was enough to take Batman for a test run.···ʇɐɥʇ əɯ əๅppıɹ ʻsıɥʇ əɯ əๅppıଧ
¿ʇɐq ʞɔɐๅq ɓıq əɥʇ ɟo pıɐɹɟɐ sˌoɥM
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 1:45 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 listened eagerly to his plan, she needed to know exactly what she would be doing. It was intriguing to think that perhaps in a few short months, Batman would be a villain. Nothing more than the vermin he named himself after. "The people are wary of him anyway, they don't trust him," Cassandra mused. "My Box?" She questioned. Did he plan to deliver to her door? That would be dangerous, she already had to change her phone since he had messaged the riddle on it. She changed it often anyway however, since it was so easily traced. And she didn't have any specific contacts anyway, just clients. "I'll take some hand weapons to start with, the batarangs perhaps? I've heard he had exploding gel, do you have any of that?" She questioned, getting excited about weapons. Since she had never used them before, it was probably best to start small and work her way up.
Cassandra scowled a little when he presented her with a riddle. It was tricky to think under pressure like this. She looked up whilst she thought. What pointed... without feet? When she finally came to an answer she placed her head in her hands. "A clock," She laughed. "The Clock tower, that was too easy I must be tired or something," She sat up and leaned back in her seat looking towards him but only laughing again when she caught his eye. Cassandra was hysterical, and she often was like this. It was easy to tell when employers were getting wary, this was always where she lost them. Some thought she was too... weird to put it bluntly. Or believed she didn't take her work seriously. If only they knew what she got out of her work in return, they wouldn't let something as trivial as personality put doubt into their minds.
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