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heliatlus:

Before you pop a blood vessel, you recede back deeper into Atlus’ skull.

“Huh? Oh…”

You blink a few times. What were they talking about? You rub your eyes. “Well, I do like your suit, but if you destroy the earth, we have nothing left. There’s not much to do in life if we have nowhere to do it at all… a world without flowers would be barren and dangerous.” Probably environmental rights. You hate when Flauros locks you out of conversations.

“Everyone should be a champion of the earth, even if it seems hopeless sometimes. I’d be glad to give some tips.”

Nygma could sense something shift in his conversational partner. Nothing physical—except perhaps the brightness of his eyes—but the tone. The subject of the conversation. Not to mention his overall demeanor. Something has definitely changed.

Not for Edward, though.

“Obviously I wouldn’t destroy an entire planet. Not even enough to tip the balance of our fragile ecosystem—not on a large scale, anyway. Hive City sits in a universe separate from the rest of existence. The consequences affecting this place are negligible to the rest of eternity. Riddle me this, though. Why call it the Earth when we are not on the Earth? Isn’t that a bit geocentric of you?”

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penguinry:

The pros and cons of skirmishing; of developing a cure-all for the welts and contusions he’s earned—therein lies his mastery. He’s unblemished, currently; save for the inevitable blood-splatter adorning his newest suit—and it’s a damn good suit, if he’s pretentious enough to boast about it—which he dirties further by wiping off the human grime that’s residing on his hand; tears and mucus and spit and a pitiful combination of all.

Oz’s nerves aren’t jangled; he’s bound to levitate from the very glee he’s exuding.

“Y'wanna run that by me again? ‘Cuz,” he grabs his interlocutor and deliberately slams his face against an available brick wall, smears of blood a stark contrast to the fading graffiti, “'fraid I didn’t quite,” and, as if on cue to punctuate the necessities of his speech, a sickening crack is apparent as his victim’s nose is broken (without preamble), “catch that.”

More blood oozes from the man’s nostrils, but he’s sufficiently quiet; no red flesh revealed this time, but Oz is an opportunist. He’s certain to disagree with another stubborn bloke.

It’s with heedlessness that he doesn’t raise his hands in supplication as an onlooker observes his crime; Gotham City was both his plague and his keeper, and he knows nothing better.

“So sorry you had t’ see that, mate!”

“Must’ve been quite the sight.”

@charisnigma.

Edward Nygma was never quite as thrilled with violence as his fellow villainous counterparts. Of course it’s a necessary aspect of the game, but he would much prefer to stray away from the actual act of hurting others. Those barbarian tasks he reserves for the lesser folk—the manipulatable peons atop their pumpkin thrones of blood and gore. Or, of course, drones. 

So needless to say, he was a bit taken aback when he stumbled upon the ruthless beating of a man by another, more sharply-dressed man. The sound of meat hitting meat echoed through the streets, barely covering the slight crunch of a skull being ever so slightly fractured with every assault. And then the sound of meat against brick, followed by the sickening sound of a nose cracking in half. It sends a shiver down Nygma’s spine. But he keeps his composure and leans against his cane, looking the assailant directly into his eyes.

“Ripped from my mother's womb, Beaten and burned, I become a blood-thirsty slayer What am I?”

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helibots:

“Hah! Knew it! Piece of cake!” Jack boasted, even though a few seconds ago he was filled with a strong feeling of doubt. He listened to Nygma’s words and jotted down mental notes inside his head. “Hmm, I’ll try that. After all, I gotta be one of the best evil boy geniuses out there,” he said and didn’t pay attention as Nygma took his phone out of his pocket. When Nygma showed him the phone he was baffled “Whoa! How did you do that?!” instantly Jack’s surprised changed to annoyance.  “…As cool as it is please don’t do that again.” He took the phone back and instantly shoved it in the same pocket Nygma stole it from. “Well, to answer that I mostly trust you but stealing my phone is giving me some doubts.”

Nygma feels a twinge of annoyance. He can handle stupidity. Stupidity can be fixed. But when it’s hidden behind a mask of false confidence it’s harder to handle. But he lets it slide for now. Perhaps he’ll... let Jack handle the lesser tasks. And plus he couldn’t have a sidekick smarter than him; that would lead to power struggles. He decides to let it slide, but it will likely never be forgotten. First impressions are important, after all. “Yes, indeed. I can help you along that path. With my guidance, you and I can take over this city.” Ed watches the other naïvely place the phone back into the same pocket. He moves closer to the boy and places a casual arm around his shoulders. “It’s slight of hand. Keep your target distracted on something else. When they’re not paying attention, with a steady hand you reach in and retrieve the item. It’s incredibly useful.” Nygma produces the phone again. “Another useful skill is learning to never make the same mistake twice. Yours was trusting me.”

“Though this time I’ve programmed my contact information and sent yours to my phone. I may call upon you for...— what exactly is your specialty?”

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heliatlus:

“Mm.” Right. He has no idea. You sigh heavily, sizing him up. 

“Fragile… speaking of which, has anyone ever told you that you have a very punchable face?” You should probably let Atlus talk before this escalates, but you’re not in a good mood.

“Every plant has its weakness. And I have no issue with pouring salt into the soil and fertilizer into the water supply. Perhaps plucking every single leaf, one by one? Snipping a stem at the root, perhaps? It would break the cohesive bonds and leave a plant withered and thirsty.”

“I may be wearing green, but it’s not because I’m a champion of the environment.”

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@heliatlus

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“Flowers are such versatile things. Millions of species with equally as many adaptations for survival. And yet so very fragile.”

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♗

♗ : A kill you have been known to boast about

“Idiots boast about their kills.”

“It’s nothing to be proud of.”

[charisnigma-blog]

“Yours won’t be a death about which to boast.” Binch.

[shxriffwoody-deactivated2014071]

anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal.

[charisnigma-blog]

Do you ever just want to watch the world burn?

“Absolutely not. There is a method to my madness. An ultimate goal. A path from inferiority, to transcendence into the intellectual elite. However, if no one passes the test, I have no problem watching everything they built crumble to the ground.”

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”

[gottagobaby]

memeasaurus-promptus:

Examples:

If you could…? Do you have…? Would you ever…? Have you ever…? Would you like…? Do you want…?

[charisnigma-blog]

♝

“In your dreams.” I already answered this one, unfortunately!

[charisnigma-blog]

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

“’You'll find this game worth playing,' the general said enthusiastically. 'Your brain against mine. Your woodcraft against mine. Your strength and stamina against mine. Outdoor chess! And the stake is not without value, eh?’” Nygma smirks as he recites a passage from The Most Dangerous Game. “A fascinating story indeed. But I am not General Zaroff, nor am I Rainsford. I don’t fancy myself a hunter at all, in fact.”

“Death isn’t some sport that one can brute force their way out of; death is a riddle, and the answer is inevitability. I simply provide hints.”

[vezely-a]

Ask a Killer

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vezely:

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

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helibots:

“Whoops sorry! I get stuff mixed up sometimes!” Jack apologized. “And yea! I am actually! I’ve been trying to take over the world for years! Maybe you’re right that but I dunno, don’t you have to trust people at least a little bit when you team up with them?” But then again, Nygma did have a point. Usually when he teamed up with people back home they always tended to betray him or hate him… He felt conflicted.

Jack pondered Nygma’s riddle, sure he loved hearing them from the guy but trying to solve riddles? He’s never tried. The closest thing to solving riddles was solving crossword puzzles in the Sunday newspaper. He just hoped he could guess it right and make a good impression. “Ummm, trust? Self-esteem?”

“Don’t apologize. And never second guess yourself when you’re right. The answer was trust. Congratulations, you passed.” Nygma nods slightly, barely expressing his approval. This kid is a rookie for sure, but Ed might be able to use him for something. And with an instinct for riddles that sharp, it might not be the most unpleasant pairing either.

“On the contrary, son. An acceptable alliance only requires that the other person think you trust them, and that they can trust you. That is the best way to get the upper hand.” As he says this, he pulls his hand from his pocket and produces Jack’s phone. “Life is a slight of hand magic trick and betrayal is the how. As I said, never trust anyone.” He hands the phone back to the fiery-haired youth. “Except for me, of course. Or should you not? Yet another riddle for which the answer is trust.”

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helibots:

@charisnigma

“Is that the Quizzler? Wow I-I can’t believe I’m meeting you in person! I loved watching your schemes on TV as a kid!” He exclaimed, staring at the man with eyes filled with admiration. 

“We have got to team up! This would be a great time to because I’m gonna try to talk to the guy causing all of this and we all work together!”

“The Quizzler? Close, but no cigar, kid.” Nygma certainly doesn’t need anyone to fluff his ego, but he’s not about to turn down praise from a fan. Regardless if it might be for another person. “Call me the Riddler. You know, like Riddle me this? I had no idea I had fans from my television debut. Are you a young, budding villain? If so, let me give you some advice. Trust no one. Always have the upper hand. ”

“You can have me but cannot hold me; Gain me and quickly lose me. If treated with care I can be great, And if betrayed I will break.

What am I?”

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testikill:

“I.. What?” Was her immediate answer to his.. question? Was he asking her something? While she was bleeding all over the floor? It sounded like some kind of riddle, which she was never really a fan of growing up.

“I’ve got blood all over me and you’re asking me a riddle?”

“You have blood all over you and I’m asking you a riddle. Very good. Now that we’ve determined that you’re not concussed, and that you’re fully aware of your surroundings, would you like to answer it?” Nygma reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small, white handkerchief with a small question mark embroidered in it.

“I’ll give you a hint. You said the answer already.”

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testikill:

“Anyone got any tissues handy? Or a handkerchief? I’m kinda getting blood all over my clothes here.”

“Say you'd never seek to lose me, While you live we cannot part, I must dwell lifelong inside you, Locked within your beating heart.

What am I?”

[charisnigma-blog]

To: All contacts From: Enigma

There is a hidden message. “Haha, you fools never learn.” I must say I’m a bit disappointed.

One would expect a Mr. Cipher to go through the trouble of encrypting his hidden messages.