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Post by sincereagape on Mar 24, 2011 14:28:24 GMT -5
Arnold did not like what he was hearing. They were beginning to patch up any emotional differences existed between the two, and would be focusing on him soon.
Mercy Graves had not informed the Ventriloquist details of the plot such as reasonings, motivations, and any knowledge of who she was. The Ventriloquist was able to identify her as a security chief for Lex Luthor only through pictures he had seen on the news and seeing her briefly through a crowd when Luthor had paid a personal visit to Gotham years ago.
"I've told the Doctor everything I know!" The Ventriloquist pleaded. "Riddler, I had no idea that you were involved. All the woman told me is that she would free Scarface and I if we were willing to pay the girl a visit and rough her up a bit. In fact the amazon never told me that her name was Mercy Graves...it was something We deduced on our own. And now we've given that information to you. That has to count for something right? Right?"
The Ventriloquist had no idea about the Riddler held over LexCorp, nor did he know about the letter that were sent to Nina. In this case he was simply hired muscle.
The real question was, Mercy Graves probably did not know about Nina's power. The doctor had done an excellent job withholding that information from the public. Most likely, Mercy thought that the Ventriloquist would have been able to harm Nina in some way, which in turn would send a message or flesh out the Riddler.
What they did not count on was, the Ventriloquist being able to associate Mercy Graves as a member of Lex Corps....or maybe she knew the Riddler would be fleshed out and had known the Ventriloquist did not stand a chance against Edward Nigma, meaning they would sacrifice him on the chessboard for something more elaborate.
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His eyes were focused on Nina as he waited for her to speak. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting…possibly another guilt driven lecture, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that she partially understood where he was coming from. Of course, she didn’t agree a hundred percent with his choices but at least she understood them.
However when she pronounced aloud with her authoritative tone what she thought LexCorp was planning he almost chuckled. He definitely was smiling. He now understood a little of why Nina was acting the way she was. She legitimately thought LexCorp was plotting to kill her, and while she obviously could prevent such an action she must have been frustrated and hurt by the idea. “Nina, they’re not trying to kill you,” he stated with a smirk. It reminded him of a five year old accusing the monster in his closest for keeping them awake. “If the Ventriloquist were sent here to kill you, he would have brought a gun, knocked on the door, and waited until the light of the peep hole went dark before shooting you through the door…at least that’s how an intelligent assassin would handle their job. The Ventriloquist showed up with a metal pipe meaning his goal was to either bang you up a bit or kidnap you. Either way it wasn’t death, because if they do kill you they lose their only bargaining chip on the…...” he paused as his thoughts started going down a different path. The sound of a light bulb clicking on could be heard. His eyes opened wide as his free hand jumped into his pocket to grab his notebook. He pulled it out in front of him and flipped the cover opened. He then yanked out the pen trapped between the spiral binding. As his pen was about to touch the paper, he remembered he hadn’t responded to the rest of Nina’s comment.
He looked back up at her about to speak only to be interrupted by the Ventriloquist shouts of defense. His eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. He still believed he was lying, and even if he wasn’t lying, the Riddler had to teach the man a lesson for getting involved in his affairs.
He finally focused back on Nina with an annoyed look. If she wanted to see if he was telling the truth she could go right ahead. “Fine,” he said with a wave back at the paralyze man, “See if the liar is lying.” Edward had a plan forming…a plan that would solve it all, and personally wasting more time debating the issue didn’t seem worth it. He stepped pass Nina and towards the couch before taking a seat. Nina said she wanted to be involved…well he could involve her, she just wasn’t going to like it.
Again, why do I even ask when I know the answer, he thought to himself before bringing his pen to his pad to calculate the exact details to what he needed. She might not be thanking him now, but when he does get her out of this she better be on hands and knees praising him. (In a non perverted way…but the perverted way sounded good too…)
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 24, 2011 19:23:01 GMT -5
The smirk on the Riddler's face produces a frown - Nina can't help but feel like he's making fun of her a little. And where once she could wave that off with no thought whatsoever, a part of her now does care about what he thinks of her. But she does have to agree with that logic, and it makes her feel a lot better. Not only is being hurt or kidnapped a lot better than being killed, it's also much, much more difficult to do to someone with Nina's abilities. Did the Riddler have any idea just how much she'd held back when he did it to her? "Well, that assumes he'd do it intelligently, which I'm guessing assumes a lot in his case," she retorts half-heartedly at the only point she can disagree with.
But Nina can see that the Riddler is now distracted - probably with a plan. And naturally, that's something that she doesn't want to interrupt. She's pretty sure that she can trust him to figure out a way out of this. What she doesn't trust is that the ends of whatever plan he comes up with will justify the means. On the other hand, she's well aware that her protests would only carry so much weight depending on what it is. So she frowns and lets him have at it, reminding herself to watch him like a hawk.
Instead she turns her attention to the Ventriloquist. At least she's managed to avoid him getting hurt so far. But if it turns out that he is lying, there's really only so much that she can do. "You're going to have to say it again," she informs the man on the floor as she walks over to stand near his head and frowns down at him, "I wasn't ready, and you're probably not doing it right."
Nina pauses for a moment, trying to sort out how she can explain this to someone without her many years of knowledge - explaining what she's going to do doesn't make it much if at all less impossible for her to be misled, and since it's a lot easier for her to make the mistake of thinking that something true was a lie she wants to give him the best possible chance. "I'm not like a lie detector test - those only detect how nervous you are about what you're saying and can be easily defeated by merely being excessively confident in your lies," she explains, "What I'm going to be looking at is how much thought you are putting into your words while you're saying them. To lie well, you have to put a lot of thought into what you're saying. If you're not thinking about what say while you're saying it, you can only say the truth or lie on accident - and even then the lies won't be very good ones. Very good liars can make it appear that they're not thinking about it, but their brain still knows the difference." And Nina doesn't know that it's possible for someone to have such control over their thoughts to defeat this technique - and if anyone does, it's certainly not going to be the Ventriloquist.
"But I need to warn you," she adds, "It's also possible to put a lot of thought into the truth if you're being careful about what you say, and that will seem like a lie to me. So if you want to pass this test, don't be careful. Don't worry about trying to say it in a way that won't upset me, and don't try to leave anything out. Just say whatever is on your mind without paying much attention to what it is." Deciding that ought to be enough, she now reaches out into the Ventriloquist's brain, finding a particular spot in the white matter near the left frontal lobe. Once found, she doesn't touch a thing and only monitors their activity: these are the cells that support much of the higher thought processes in the man's brain and by sensing how hard they're working she can sense how hard the cells they supply are working and therefore how deeply he's thinking. A primitive method, yes, but very effective. "Now I'm ready: Just tell me again everything you knew about what you were getting yourself into before you came here," she announces, before growing quiet as she concentrates on the nerves and waits for him to talk.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 25, 2011 7:00:13 GMT -5
The Ventriloquist reillterates everything that he has told them so far.
About how a mysterious amazonian type woman visited him in Arkham only days after his arrest. She offered him a chance at an 'early parole' if him and Scarface was able to complete a job for her. The job was to murder Nina Stenet.
"They...told me that they would be watching me....and that's how they would know when the job was done..."
Something he stops to add.
The Ventriloquist also emphasizes how he recognized Mercy Graves as one of Luthor's workers, and that is how he "deduced/assumed" that Lexcorp was behind everything. Originally Scarface had intended for them to bring a gun, to make it quick. But the Ventriloquist had remembered Nina from the bank and the briefcase she would not part ways with. So he had managed to convince Scarface for them to have a little 'fun with her' before they 'offed her'
(Sorry for the shortie. )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2011 18:57:44 GMT -5
He had started writing down a plan when he heard Nina speaking to the Ventriloquist. His pen stopped moving, as a small fraction of him was curious to hear her explanation. He deduced a large amount of her power, but to hear details was something new. Details to the Riddler were like drugs to an addict. He tried to act like he wasn’t interested and kept his focus on his notebook, but his mind was imagining every thing she said. It was quite a spectacular talent. When she finally finished speaking his pen started to move again. He didn’t particularly care what the Ventriloquist stated. It wouldn’t change a thing.
The Riddler mapped out Lex Luther’s connections on his notepad and better yet his connections to Nina. Luckily, Nina didn’t communicate with many people meaning it would be easier to accomplish this plan. Her scientific fame would be the only true obstacle, but it could be handled. The goal was to take away Lex Luther’s only bargaining chip. If he took it way, they would no longer be in a stale mate, and Edward would have the advantage. A smirk danced across his face as he put more pieces together until he heard Arnold’s job description.
His pen pressed harder into the paper. He had been sent to kill Nina. Edward had been wrong. It made no sense. Lex was an intelligent businessman, why would he kill his only upper hand in a deal? If Nina had been successfully killed, Edward would have released the records to the media that connected Lex to quite a few of Gotham’s worst. It would publically ruin him, and destroy quite a few of his business deals. Trying to kill Nina made no logical sense.
To be honest, the thought also made him feel uncomfortable. He was already upset that Nina could have been hurt or kidnapped, but that was something she could easily prevent. Death….there were many ways to kill Nina if she were taken by surprise. If the Ventriloquist wasn’t a complete moron, he could have accomplished it before he got here. For the first time, Edward was happy that the majority of the human race was full of unintelligent sheep.
He tried to focus back on his plan, but now he believed it was flawed. Why would Lex so easily call for Nina’s death?
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Well if Lex wanted Nina dead, he could do that. “Nina, it looks like you’re going to have die,” he stated causally like discussing the weather as he read through his notes working through the kinks.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 25, 2011 20:25:08 GMT -5
As Nina not only listens to the Ventriloquist's words but feels the effort he's putting into him as he explains everything once again, at first she merely frowns. It's one thing to hear someone talk about this sort of thing, and another to be able to tell as they're saying it that it's all perfectly true. But the frown quickly turns to alarm at the detail that it had been her life on the line, and she doesn't bother to hide her disgust when he explains why he brought the pipe instead of a gun.
Glancing down at the weapon, still held in her hand, she suddenly points it at the Ventriloquist's face and says, "So what this pipe means is that it's personal. For future reference, I can hurt you more without it than I can with it." And there's what is probably a completely unexpected edge to her tone as she says this. While it's blatantly obvious that Nina would be loathe to kill or even hurt anyone, even she doesn't know what she'd do if pressed: the sooner he can get whatever he meant by those vague words out of his head, the safer it will be for the man's well-being.
But after making that point perfectly clear, Nina pulls the pipe away and instead grips it in both hands as she informs him, "But you've passed my test." But now that they can be completely certain that the Ventriloquist isn't lying, the question of what to do about all of it becomes the real issue. The part about the Ventriloquist being watched is of extra concern in Nina's mind - just how closely are they watching? But that thought doesn't distract her enough to make her forget one more thing; she checks the nerves in his neck that she'd damaged to see how they were recovering. "About five more minutes until it starts to wear off," she says out loud, just in case anyone cares.
At the moment, however, she doesn't care very much. No, she's too easily distracted by the Riddler's statement. She knows the jist of what he actually means by it instantly, but it's something that she has to consider for a moment. She idly fingers the pipe as she does so, finding some sort of comfort in hanging onto the object. While she doesn't, as she just said, need a bit of metal to hurt someone there's something about actually holding it that feels better than merely having her power on standby. It's tangible, and in some cases it's quicker.
"I can do that - if it's temporary," Nina says abruptly once she's made up her mind, "To make it permanent I'd have to stop my research: it's too... distinctive. Other experts in my field would know my work instantly, even if it were under another name and in someone else's words. And I'd no sooner give it up than you'd give up riddles."
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 26, 2011 2:49:29 GMT -5
The Ventriloquist 'turtles' his neck down when Nina points this the pipe at his head. The tone in her voice disturbing. With his recent luck dealing with opponents and foes, this had been a natural reaction that had been developed. There was no doubt in his mind that this doctor was a dangerous woman, and not someone to be trifled with. The paralyzation of his hand during the bank robbery and now his neck had seen to that. Still....
The villain tips a poker face when Nina mentions that the effects of her powers will be subsiding in roughly five minutes. His eyes widen with delight and then quickly fall back to normal. Five more minutes, what did that mean? Would they grant him mercy? Would they continue to hold him captive? Would the Riddler attack him? Would the doctor use her gift once again?
The question mark labeled on the Riddler's attire resembled the state of Arnold's mind. Full of questions. The Ventriloquist's face was beginning to throb with an unhealthy reddish hue. His breaths had become naturally rapid and this was without having done any physical exertion. He was having a hard time breathing, and there was this nagging itch on the side of his arms all of a sudden. He couldn't wait to leave this apartment, to be able to walk again, to in-act some form of revenge.
The couple began to talk about having Nina pretend that she was murdered. Logically, this would shoot off any tail that LexCorps might have placed on her...
Then again, who said LexCorp could be behind the entire attack? Maybe someone else was using Mercy Graves who in turn was using the Ventriloquist.
Arnold looked ahead of him, at the headless figure of Scarface. The Riddler had harmed the boss. This would not do. This would not do at all...five minutes. Five more minutes..
The Ventriloquist remained quiet, looking up at the two as they discussed. His eyes darted back and forth between their conversation. He looked around trying to find anything he could use. Anything at all after his five minutes were up. Ah yes! There it is!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2011 12:57:47 GMT -5
He was disappointed to find out the Ventriloquist was telling the truth, but truth or not he still had hampered his business. He would just have to deal with the Ventriloquist on a later note…unless…his thoughts started forming a deal until they were rudely interrupted by Nina’s timeline.
Five minutes. He cringed. He had no doubt the Ventriloquist would try something in order to escape. He didn’t expect it to be a spectacular plan, but it would still be time consuming. It was only a problem because they were supposedly being watched. He assumed they were watching the building and not the actual apartment. If someone had entered the building across from hers with equipment, Robby would have caught it. However, Robby didn’t notice another car watching the building...disappointing really. Could he expect nothing from his men?
He would have liked to write out a few more notes, but he would have to be prepared for Arnold. He also needed to start plotting this out. When he flipped his notebook close, he was surprised to hear Nina’s calm remarks…even more surprised that she wanted to go along with it. He smirked feeling slightly proud that she saw where he was going with the plan. He grabbed his cane after putting his notebook away, then pushed himself off the couch. He walked over in her direction pulling out his gun and pointing it at Arnold’s kneecap. “If you have any doubt in her words, I’ll put a bullet that will force you to a cane as well. Riddle me this how can a man maneuver around while both hands are already in use?” he taunted. He would not be caught unprepared by a man who messed with dolls. It would be disgraceful.
He turned his eyes to lock with hers, “A month. It should take a month for Lex’s pride to heal over and forget about this entire mess. We’re going to make this look real even though we are not leaving a body,” he had danced around with the idea of killing a neighbor but knew Nina would frown upon it, “I need you to grab a knife and two rags from the kitchen while I have a nice chat with Arnold.”
Edward then turned a calm chilling look back to the man on the floor three feet away. “Now, I’m not an insensitive guy. I understand you’re in quite a puzzle. You either get beaten up by me or beaten up by Mercy. Neither sounds very promising, but what if I tell you I have a solution, a solution where Mercy will be pleased and you never hear from me again? You be thrilled I’m sure, that’s what comes from having a genius as a friend. It’s even so simple that someone with your small brain capacity can handle. All I ask is for you to tell Mercy you killed Nina,” he said with a large smile that slowly disappeared into a serious expression, “If I hear otherwise, I promise you I will find you and present you with a riddle I doubt your mind could handle. Don’t think Arkham walls can stop me if you seek it for safety. I will find you, and you will probably die.” He held the expression with Arnold for a few more moments before smiling, “So does this solution sound adequate to you?”
Just as his large rant ended there was a banging at the door that caused the very hinges to rattle. Finally, Edward sighed. It was about time they got here. “There is such a thing as a doorknob, “ he shouted at the door knowing it was unlocked. As expected Allen heard the scolding remark and opened the door with a small shaking boy following him.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 26, 2011 16:22:33 GMT -5
Perhaps the timing wasn't ideal, but it's not like Nina had any idea at all when she'd paralyzed the Ventriloquist about what would happen between then and now. She'd only figured on giving herself enough time to figure out what to do with the man herself, with a bit of a buffer in case that took awhile. She couldn't have anticipated the Riddler showing up or the true depth of the problem. Still, it gave her enough time to prove that the Ventriloquist's attack hadn't been an insult to the Riddler's pride, and she knew that would change the man from an object of revenge to something they could use. Just enough time, by her standard.
When her words bring a surprised look to the Riddler's face, Nina has to give him a chiding smile as she asks, "Did you think that I'd be too scared to do anything I can that would help ruin someone's plans to kill me?" And helping fake her own murder would certainly help. The only things that really bothers her about the idea is the interruption in her research and the upset to her family - she's so thrown herself into her job that she's become a bit distant with them, but that would hardly lessen that shock. Still, she figures that they'd rather think that she's dead and find out that she's alive later than have her actually be killed or put her life in severe jeopardy.
The smile fades quickly and Nina suddenly grows passive when the Riddler draws his gun. Yet another reminder to her that she can only trust him with some things, but not others. But she only watches as he backs up her own threat. And she has to reflect that between the Riddler's desire to keep her safe and ability to do so, her not unsubstantial ability to defend herself, and even Batman's refusal of her request for him to not to protect her, she's probably one of the best defended people in Gotham.
When the Riddler's attention shifts back over to her, Nina nods slowly, "A month? I'll want to bring my briefcase then." It pains her to have to leave her work for that long, but as long as she has her laptop with her wherever she winds up, it won't be a total waste. "Though hopefully you can find out why I'm so killable instead of relying on Lex's mood and memory," she comments, though her thoughts are really more focused on the latter part of that statement: 'not leaving a body'. The moment he mentions that, she knows that's a detail that he'd like to be able to take care of and is probably able to manage, but since he's mentioning that it won't be she also recognizes that he's considering her feelings. Which is a big enough step forward that she starts toying with the idea of trusting him just a little bit more - but she can think that one over later.
For now, she heads into the kitchen and easily locates a knife and rags, setting the pipe down on the counter. She's guessing that whatever they're for will be unpleasant, but she didn't expect that faking a murder would be and she trusts that the Riddler knows what he's doing with this one. She does listen in on what he says to the Ventriloquist, however, and is a bit relieved by what she hears. Just because she's upset with the man doesn't mean that she'd like him dead or even seriously harmed - she just wants to never see him again.
She's just returning with the supplies when the loud knock on the door startles and alarms her; by now having someone at her door comes with a reflexive thought of 'What now?', though she's just as quick to calm herself when the Riddler's shout indicates that he expected this and the two people who come in are ones she recognizes. She gives them a vague nod of greeting, but her attention is naturally more focused on the other two men in the room since they're not a threat.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 27, 2011 0:12:25 GMT -5
Despite the lack of strategy he had shown over the past few weeks, the Ventriloquist was actually quiet an intelligent individual. Or not stupid at least. His problem is that he suffered from emotional instability and severe self-esteem issues.
When the Riddler points a gun at his knee cap, the Ventriloquist listens to what the man in green has to say. In response Arnold slowly nods, and forgets about the switchblade that he has hidden in his jacket pocket.
After the Riddler finishes his statement, the five minutes are up. The Ventriloquist begins to slowly move his legs followed by his waist. Even though his body still feels numb, he is still able to move the parts of his body. Arnold slowly nods as he raises his hands in the air cooley before slowly setting himself in a kneeling position.
"Tha--tha--that sounds good to me Mr. Riddler." The Ventriloquist managed to say with a slight stutter. "Mister Scarface might have something to say about it.."
"Ah' sure do dummy." the voice of Scarface could be heard despite the mannequin figure being without a head. Scarface's head is somewhere by the coffee table. It's wide eyes staring right at the Riddler. "Since we're in no position to bargain, ah''ll accept yer offer Nigma. Then, when the Dummy and Ah' are finished tellin' Mercy what-cha-ever her name is, then he and I are outta dis 'gerg! One way ticket to I-O-Wah."
The Ventriloquist keeps his arms up. For some reason the man remains calm and relaxed. He slowly picks up the headless body of Scarface and makes a motion to the Riddler, asking if he could pick up the head from Scarface and return it back to the body.
"How does dat sound Mister Riddler?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2011 13:03:10 GMT -5
Edward smirked when the Ventriloquist and Scarface agreed to his terms. He nodded at Arnold, okaying the reattachment of Scarface’s head. “It sounds like we have a solution. Before you leave, I must ask you to wait until we’re finished. You also need to mess up your suit a bit. If we’re being watched, I need it to look like a confrontation happened,” he stated as he put away his gun back into his waistband. He nodded to Allen then to the Ventriloquist communicating to him to keep the gun trained on Arnold. Edward never trusted anyone, even if a deal had been made.
Once he had the freedom of his hand again he carefully grabbed the knife from Nina. His hand lingered a little too long next to it. It was the first time he had really touched her hand since he first met her. He shook the thought away. “You can work at my place,” he answered her statement, “I can get you what you need. It shouldn’t be a problem.” He didn’t answer the other part of her statement. He knew why Lex was trying to kill her, and he would not apologize to the man. Edward would not bend his own pride by giving up his blackmail and admitting he was wrong.
He shifted the cane in his hand so he could use it to grip her free hand. He brought the knife up to it. He knew she knew what he was about to do, but he still stated, “This is going to hurt, but I need blood, a lot of it.” His eyes meet hers to see understanding, “I’m also going to need you to bring one of the rags right underneath it. Don’t cover the wound or you’ll stop the bleeding.”
This should work. He would make it appear like she had a bleed out on the ground and then was dragged out with him. They would mess up the apartment, and make it dishevel. They would put some splattering blood marks on the Ventriloquist to make it look like she was beaten with the pipe. They would put blood on the pipe and rub it against her skin to get skin particles. After they wipe it of course and stick the Ventriloquist’s prints on it. Then his men would fire a few shots making enough noise to attract the attention of both the people watching them and the GCPD. He would have to put a wound on himself to explain how the Ventriloquist got away. But then they would leave with Nina wrapped up in a slow getting bloody sheet. “Robby, grab the sheet off the bed,” he ordered. His plan would work. The GCPD would assume death or about to die. An ad would be put in the paper and possibly a news story. With both the media suggesting the worst, and the Ventriloquist confirming death, Lex will believe he won. He’ll call Lex and then set up a meeting. They would settle whatever the issue was. It was a great plan that should work all out in his favor. A small part in the back of his mind was also looking forward to spending a month with Nina…in his home, but he ignored that. Yes, everything was going his way again.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 27, 2011 13:44:15 GMT -5
Waiting in silence as the two make their deal, Nina keeps her thoughts about it to herself though she does frown just a little at the Ventriloquist. But her attention quickly shifts as the Riddler takes the knife. And she frowns a little again when he mentions working at his place - while she has no idea what sort of place it would be, it would certainly not be any lab. Especially not the very well-appointed one that she's used to. "Mostly what I'll need is my laptop," she replies, glancing over at her briefcase where she left it next to the couch. She is, after all, nearly always behind on actually writing down what she's researched. Enough to keep her busy for a month? Probably not, but then again she's guessing that she won't be able to work at her regular pace regardless. Still, it's more important for her to be alive, so it isn't really a loss.
When he brings the knife to her hand, she grimaces - yes, she thought it would be something like this. However, she merely looks briefly at her wrist and then looks back up to meet the Riddler's eyes. "Now it won't hurt," she says simply. She's never been too good about pain, so it's fortunate that she doesn't have to be. "And if it's blood you need," she adds, "I'll give you all I can spare." Count on a doctor to be a lot less squeamish about this sort of thing than most, though Nina also has the added advantage of being able to tell exactly how much blood she can afford to lose. She brings the rag underneath her hand and simply nods.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 27, 2011 20:28:38 GMT -5
(Sorry another quickie) The Ventriloquist places the head back on to Scarface. He watches and obeys the Riddler for the next few minutes. He is going to play this one smart, and simply listen before any more damage is done. Indeed. After this one, he intends to high tail it out of Gotham for a decent amount of time. Iowa sounds nice. (This will end the Ventriloquist's involvement in this thread. If you need him, feel free to control him. For the most part he'll follow the Riddler's orders, unless someone decides to harm him or hurt him in any way. But from the way the thread is going, I don't think that is going to happen )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2011 21:37:42 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but smirk when Nina made her remark about it not hurting. She really was an impressive woman. He moved the knife to her wrist. Part of him felt slightly bad for doing it, and he scolded himself for the emotion. He wasn’t even going to kill her, and he still felt guilt! Frustrating to say the least…
His features scrunched together as he pressed the knife against her skin. It almost looked like he felt the pain instead of her. Then with a quick slash, he sliced a decently deep cut into her wrist causing blood to immediately fall into the rag. It poured out similarly to a faucet. He placed the knife on the other side of his waistband. He would need it later…unfortunately. He then grabbed the rag from Nina with both hands forming it into an almost bowl creation. He watched as blood started to collect and droplets started to leak from the bottom. When the rag was full of a decent amount he could work with he looked back up at her. “Put the other rag on top of the wound,” he ordered waiting for her to do it before pulling the pool of blood away.
He studied the ground looking for the perfect spot before deciding the edge near the window would work. He gripped the rag at the top with his one hand before limping to the place he wanted. He was going to ruin his slacks…how annoying. At least they were black and not green. He lowered the rag until it was a foot and half from the edge…then dropped it. As expected the blood splattered against the edge then dripped down the wall in a single area...similarly to how slamming a person’s head against a sharp edge would do. He quickly grabbed the rag before he lost all the blood. He studied the work. It needed to look like they dragged her a bit. This was probably the most annoying out of all of this. He had to get close enough to the ground to drag the rag along it. Bending the knee of his bad leg always hurt horribly, but he ignored it as he got close enough to touch the rag to the ground. Pressing it hard enough to leave blood on the carpet before pulling it a few feet. He then had to make it look like the Ventriloquist had beaten her with the pipe. From his point on the ground he shook the rag back and forth in the air sending specks of blood all over the place. When he was finally finished he moved to the Ventriloquist who was eyeing him with a worried look. While the Riddler realized there was blood on him, it wasn’t noticeable on his current outfit of black. His green tie had luckily missed any blood. The Ventriloquist though had to have some. He couldn’t have committed a gruesome murder without it. The Riddler whipped the blood soak rag across the older man’s suit a few times watching him wince. Edward couldn’t help the smile from forming. It wasn’t exactly the retribution he wanted, but it would do. He then walked back over to Nina and held of the rag. “Hold this,” he ordered handing her the rag then wiping his hand on his pants leg.
He moved to the kitchen and opened up the cupboard below the sink. He pulled out the cleaning spray and grabbed another rag. He wished he had his gloves on him, but of course the meeting before this whole episode messed up his entire outfit. He walked over to the pipe before spraying the rag with the cleaning spray. He then grabbed the pipe with rag and wiped it down of prints. Then wiped the cleaning spray, using the rag to put it back in its place. He walked back over to the pipe, grabbing the middle with the rag. He went back to Arnold and ordered, “Grab the bottom of it.” He watched as the man wearily grabbed the bottom. While he was holding it, Edward moved the pipe back and forth in his hand to mess up the perfect print. “Let go,” he told the man the moved back to Nina and ordered, “Rub the top with the bloody rag”
When the pipe was efficient, he threw it carelessly next to the blood drenched spot on the floor. He turned to Allen. “I want you to throw the chair and tables randomly about except for one chair that I want placed right there,” he stated pointing next to the long blood stained line on the floor. It was OCD, but he had to leave a riddle behind. The riddle here would only be noticeable from the ceiling. From the ceiling, it would look like the blood and the chair formed a question mark. He couldn’t help himself. He watched as Allen nodded then went about kicking the sofas down, breaking the coffee table…so forth. Robby finally entered the living room again with the sheet.
“Boss, what do you want with this,” the boy said weakly.
“Bring it over here,” Edward stated as he moved to Nina, “Lay it out on the ground.” He turned to Nina, “You’re going to have to lay down in it. We will wrap you up and Allen will carry you out. Put the bloody rag near your head. I have a shower at my place.”
This would work. It had to work. He hadn’t left anything up to chance…well except for his hidden riddle, but the GCPD were too stupid to ever figure that out.
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Nina Stenet
"Great acts are made up of small deeds." - Lao Tzu
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 27, 2011 22:47:44 GMT -5
Being on the receiving end of the knife is no easier than being the one holding it - perhaps even more so because of the natural sense of self-preservation tries to kick in, even when you know that it won't hurt. Then again, with the pain unfelt, it's easier to pretend that the bleeding wrist belongs to someone else, and that the blood she's watching flow through her heart with her gift is actually someone else's. It's not too much, she repeatedly tells herself as she patiently watches, simply making sure that her heart isn't working too hard as less blood reaches it. In fact, even when the Riddler indicates that it's enough she suspects she could stand a bit more, but there's no need to risk her life too much in order to save it - that kind of defeats the purpose.
Pulling out the second rag, she wraps it quickly around the wound and holds it very tightly with her other hand. "It's not too much," she says, this time out loud, though it's easy enough to tell that she's using her gift because she stops paying attention to anything around her. There's a lot she can do now to help herself - encourage the worst of the damage to repair itself quickly, especially the blood vessels, and to speed up the natural process of her body coping with the loss of blood volume. It takes more concentration than normal because she's feeling a bit light-headed, but she knows that will pass and that she'll be okay. She just has to remind herself that everyone always seems to overestimate the volume of blood that they see simply because it's blood; what the Riddler had carried away with that rag looked like an awful lot, and though she doesn't pay much attention to the mess he's making with it, it's probably plenty to make someone assume that the person it's from is dead even though there's a lot more where that came from.
The first thing outside of herself that she pays attention to is when he tells her to hold the first rag, and that only disturbs her briefly. It isn't until the sheet is brought over that she starts to really pay attention again. "Okay," she acknowledges, before adding with a half-smile, "Tell Allen to be more careful with me this time." Though she's looking just a little pale, if she still has a slight sense of humor, she can't be doing that bad, can she? And nothing sounds better to her at the moment than to be able to focus all of her attention on her wrist and let someone else worry about getting her out of the building. Tossing the bloody rag into place with her wounded hand, she doesn't let go of her wrist with the other as she eases herself down onto the sheet.
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