Eddie (i_puzzle) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-11-26 14:41:00 |
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Current mood: | crazy |
Entry tags: | edward nigma, enigma |
A dangerous reunion....(enigma)
This City looked just like every other stinking town, especially Gotham, but there was something different about the atmosphere. Edward could pick up on it because he thought differently than most people, and though his view of the world was often skewed and completely out of proportion, he could pick up on signals and clues of sorts, things that most normal people around him would've missed.
That was how he knew that she was here, and the thought alone made his lips curl upwards in a wide, almost terrifying grin. There were small little question marks scattered here and there throughout the limits of the City, and he was certainly having a good time seeking out each one, and following it to the next, finally coming upon a sanctuary of sorts. Oh this was too perfect. A warehouse, it seemed, a lair, a hideout, whatever you wanted to call it. To Edward, it was a home away from home, but he couldn't be welcomed just yet. He was still a stranger in this very odd place, and he couldn't remember exactly how he ended up here, when he could distinctly remember being in a library with his daughter, Enigma. He remembered that she had been smarting off to him, that little pest, and he had tried to shoot her, but then she was gone. Where had she gone? Well, right here. He had been so blind not to see it, and it was only in good time that he followed her to where she was taking refuge. He hoped the little brat was being held somewhere, where nobody cared to look for her. No, he didn't really feel that way. He had mixed emotions when it came to his only offspring, an accident of sorts, something he actually finally had to deal with, and this is how that ended up. In a strange place, at a strange time, with strange people all around him. He didn't like that one bit. Too strange for him. He liked familiarity as well as chaos. That was sort of a paradox, of course, familiar chaos, but that was how he liked things.
Instead of approaching the door to the warehouse, Edward moved back down the street, and after a fair amount of walking, the tall, firey red-head found himself standing outside of Stark Towers. With a smirk, and a really strong feeling, he pulled out a piece of paper and a green pen from his pocket and scribbled down a note for his daughter. The question marks had lead him here, God knows why.