#misternygmasir

[gothamreturnsrp-blog]

Name: Edward Nygma  Alias: Riddler Occupation: Cybercriminal. Hacker. Genius. Age: Mid-late 30′s Face Claim: tba Based On: Canon: Heavily Arkham Influenced Availability: Active On Discord: Yes Preferred Pronouns of Writer: She/Her  Time Zone: USA Eastern

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[gothamsvale]

Caught Green Handed - Vicki and Eddie

It had been a long night for her. Vicki had been out on a tip near some old warehouses by the river. She’d been there for hours trying to capture what was supposed to be a thief who had been stealing from the warehouse for sometime. Of course, she couldn’t imagine what anyone would want with a bunch of scrap metal. Still, she knew better than most that things in Gotham were not always what they appeared to be.

She’d been just about to give up, hidden near an entrance to the old warehouse, when she spotted a shadow of a man approaching. Her fingers clutched around her camera tightly, she moved to watch through the lens. Instinctively, she was clicking off shots as he approached, watching his every move. When he effortlessly got inside, she left her spot and walked as quietly as she could behind him. 

Once out of sight again, she kept watch through the lens. She kept a perfect distance, finger clicking the shutter repeatedly. Everything was going smooth until the camera slipped just a little out of her grip. She scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground of made a noise.

Vicki uttered a silent sigh of relief, re-positioning her view through lens. Finding her mystery man, her finger moved instantly to the shutter. Click. FLASH. Oh no...

Knowing he had to have seen that, she acted as fast as she could. She scrambled to get the film out of the camera and stash it on her. She’d been down that road before. As she worked, she stayed low and started to make her way back towards the entrance she had followed him in through.

[oscorpson]

A Mystery Job - Harry and Eddie

@misternygmasir

Harry had been searching tirelessly for someone that could handle a job that he needed done. Of course, this wasn’t exactly something he could hold interviews for or post about in the papers. No, this required a lot more secrecy and tact. He had to search deep in Gotham’s underground for this one.

In his searches, mostly through word of mouth and contacts that he had in different places, he stumbled upon someone that seemed rather promising. A genius and impressive hacker that was on the rise, but had been escaping getting caught better than anyone he’s ever heard of. This was the kind of thing he needed for his job.

Securing what he believed to be the man’s email address, Harry typed up a quick message.

You’re a hard man to find, but I’m betting that’s how you want to keep it. I have a job that you might be interested in. I’m willing to negotiate pay, but I might be able to offer you even more than that if you decide to work with me. Protection. If you’re interested, let’s meet. Thursday night. Behind the south alley near the docks. The old warehouse on the right.

Looking over the words again, he hit send. The warehouse was Oscorp property, but an old one that had long since been off the grid and books. It was safe. But the next move was on the other man.

[bobtgoon]

@misternygmasir continued from HERE

Bob shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat. He stared at the other man from behind his sunglasses, giving a small shrug. The guy looked like he was from some kind of money, but he didn’t recognize him at all from any of the meetings he had been at with Jack for years. This was some kind of newcomer or just a rich suit.

“Something a good friend of mine used to say, I guess.” His voice was low and quick as he spoke to the other. 

[jcinthedance]

Solitude, Boogeyman, Disease

Phobia themed asks: || x || 

Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.

( Rarely is there anything a person couldn’t live without, but more so what they very desperately don’t want to have to… but, Jervis lives constantly without multiple things like that; after all, that’s how he went mad!  Jervis could not live without Alice, he couldn’t endure being forced to never have his Wonderland obsession– even post redemption he clings to it somewhat, and I’m fairly certain he Could Not Go ON if he you told him he can never drink tea again. )

Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in?

( Ah. Most often? Probably sitting with his head down at a table..? He also often sleeps with his arms crossed and his hat over his eyes. ) 

Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day?

( It’s a funny thought, an organized crime leader coming down with the common cold, but I can definitely imagine lots of hot tea. However, I imagine unless it’s a very crippling sickness, he’s the type to work through his illness. )