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mayfield_rpg2012-02-15 11:08 pm
questionauthority) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-15 11:08 pm
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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.
-- 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.
Re: [Phone]
Capisco, signore~♪
[Click. However, Edward's going to get a filtered call from Figaro a mini-second later. Looks like the hours spent trying to learn how to use the telephone has paid off.]