#thegreatestscheme

[professorcromwell]

[email] "You think it is a joke, you think it is a prank. What you don't realize, is you can't give death a rank. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, you must first realize, your life is at bay. The systems will go down, before you can make a sound." -LL

Eumelia stared at her screen, feeling a bit nervous over such a reply but also incredibly agitated by the tone and implications of the sender's words. Instead of responding, she shut off her computer, mumbling angrily as she rose from her desk and began to get her things around to leave.

"I'll just talk to Jensen in the morning. Forward the messages to him and see what his team can do," she muttered to herself, pushing in her chair and collecting her planner from beside her keyboard.

[professorcromwell]

[email] "Blood is colored black, the roses colored blue, when the colors mix, they mold on to you. The wings of darkness spread their wings to fly, and now the birds wait for their dinner to die. You're mine now." -LL

Eumelia had been finishing up some grading in her office, rejoicing in the act of placing the final paper atop the stack of essays she had from her Western Civilizations I class. Just as she was about to push away from the desk to gather her things, a familiar 'ping' sounded, alerting her to a new email that had just arrived. It's arrival was oddly timed as most of her colleagues never sent messages past eight o'clock. Not wishing to miss anything of importance, she maximized the window and double clicked upon the new message, brow furrowing in confusion as she scanned the message. "What-what is this?" Had one of her students decided to play some sort of a prank upon her? LL? Who did she know with those initials? Wanting answers, she clicked 'Reply' and typed back a message of her own.

[To:] LL

[From:] Dr. Eumelia A. Cromwell

Subject: RE: No Subject

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LL,

I kindly ask that you cease and desist with such messages. If this abuse of electronic communication continues, I will bring this to the attention of the University's IT department.

Dr. Eumelia A. Cromwell

Professor of Medieval and Renaissance Studies

Associate Curator at Gotham City Museum of Antiquities

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

[text] "A heartless creature lurks, your mortals fail you understand. But whatever works, you walk upon forbidden land. What you feel is never there now, and there's no questioning how. There's only a single step." -LL

Robert's phone buzzed in his coat pocket and he lazily drew it out. He wasn't expecting anything this afternoon, and it wasn't like he had any associates who bothered to text him. He stared down at the lit up screen, his brow furrowing while he contemplated the odd message. What the hell is this supposed to mean? He thought about ignoring it, due to how he didn't know who sent it or who could possibly be this "LL" person. He heaved a sigh and typed in a reply message and sent it.

[text] "Sorry, you must have the wrong number. I don't know what this is about."

[professorcrane]

"Phone silenced." Flashed on the screen of Loki's computer and the god grinned. "Let's see about that." Hacking the phone again, he set the ringtone to the sound of wailing and screaming, and unsilenced it effortlessly. This time he called the man's number, waiting for the victim's reaction to the nice little phonecall. He would have such fun stalking this one.

Jonathan jumped, startled. His heart was pounding and that noise was awful. He wondered if it was one of his neighbors, but soon he found the source.

...Apparently he was getting a phone call? Scowling, he hit the button to answer it, and held it to his ear without saying a word.

[professorcrane]

Loki grinned, using the computer next to him to quickly hack the phone just to flash a batch of endless numbers over the screen of the victim's phone for a few seconds, then quickly sent another text. [text] "This is not a mistake, I've made no mishap, but your soul's at stake. No horror so thick will you ever see, not until it has come from me." -LL

...Of course the damn thing didn't even work properly. Jonathan cursed the newfangled technology like the old man he was, and squinted at the text. 

This was so ridiculous. Something like the chain e-mails he was used to receiving from time to time. He rolled his eyes, deleted the messages, and stuck the phone back into his pocket once he'd figured out how to set it to silent. How irritating.

[professorcrane]

[text] "A new one passes by, their number exposed, the plan isn't sly, but the door is not closed. Dare you to stay, or dare you to sleep? By night's end I'll bring you to weep." -LL

Suddenly Jonathan regretted buying that cell phone. Was this the sort of thing that happened to people all day? It seemed more of a headache than it was worth.

He chewed his lip, staring at the message for half a minute or so to try to decode it. It seemed an invitation to text back, maybe?

It took Jonathan another couple of minutes to string together a reply, unused to maneuvering his fingers across the tiny keys.

[text] "I think you may have the wrong number. You've reached Dr. Jonathan Crane of Gotham University. Is there something you want from me?"

[dragonofrao]

+2

"What do you want?"