mayfield_rpg | Riddle 040: A Little Less Conversation...

[At some point on this seemingly ordinary Thursday afternoon, a conversation between two older men can be heard over Mayfield’s phone lines. No, it isn’t Jack Smith or the Mayor. But who could these men possibly be...?]

-- I do NOT have cobwebs--

Well, from the sound of it, you certainly don’t anymore.

I have no idea where you’re getting such horrible lies from, Nigma, if you haven’t just thought them up yourself, but they’re just that. Lies.

He actually defended you, you know. Do you mean to tell me that all those lovely things he had to say about you were lies?

And you’re just going to automatically believe-- No, of course, of course you’re going to trust the word of a textbook narcissist over mine; it’s like talking at a mirror for you two, isn’t it?

What’s the matter, Jonathan? Can’t handle it when I rustle your feathers? You had no problem rustling his.

... I am hanging up the phone, Edward. I will never be picking it up again.

I’m sure you won’t. Wait. Hang on a second. [A dramatic pause.] ...Oh dear.

... [Why is he letting his curiosity get the better of him?] What?

Well, it appears as though---in my haste to check up on you, of course---I neglected to filter the call. Must have slipped my mind.

[As good an actor as Eddie may be, there’s no hiding that shit-eating grin that’s just crept onto his face.]

... I am going to fill your veins with so much fear toxin you will never have a coherent thought ever again.

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And you say you're not like me.

Not entirely like you.

Just when it comes to tormenting people? And here I thought that was the part about me you didn't like.

You say that as if it's the only thing.

Don't think of it as torment, then. Think of it as an eye for an eye.

As if you'd react to his broadcasting your sexual exploits to the town with anything but smugness?

That would be a different story altogether.

[His sex life is awesome, Schuldig, get your facts straight.]

Edited 2012-02-17 05:42 (UTC)

Then calling it an eye for an eye is rather inaccurate.

You know, I can't remember you issuing such an open invitation to murder you to anyone aside from myself and the Major. What's he done on par with us? Should I start getting jealous?

Perhaps.

[FILTERED]

Thus far, he's challenged me and---on circumstances when he didn't immediately surrender---I've beaten him twice and murdered him twice. So I suppose he has one up on you in that regard.