Brains Always Triumph Over Brawn

          THIS GOT THE SMALL MAN SHAKING. “No, really– I didn’t mean to do it! I can’t control it– it… it’s still my fault, but that doesn’t mean it was intentional!” 

          Blatantly stupid. Bluntly honest, Completely aware of it– that was Fabien LaFayette in a nutshell. He couldn’t bring himself to tell a lie, as he feared it’d only lead to punishment and agony, so he wasn’t trying to play innocent at all when he said he never intended his crime.

          “Y-YOU… YOU’RE A MONSTER, aren’t you? You’re just a criminal! You like hurting people, if anyone’s putting on an act its you! I hurt people but at least I don’t like it when I do it!”

“A criminal?”  He actually laughed-- threw his head back and laughed at the other.  “You think I, the Riddler, would allow people to refer to me as a common criminal?  Oh, you really are an idiot, aren’t you?”

I think I’m finally adjusting, and should be able to start making more regular appearances here, and especially on my Scarecrow blog which still needs built.  Expect to see actual content from me tomorrow or Saturday, and if anyone wants to drop a thread and/or start a new one, please let me know.

XOXO,

NAME: Spooper. NICKNAME: None. SEX/GENDER: Cis female. PRONOUNS: She/her. EYES/HAIR: Brown / brunette (currently dyed black). HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5′6″ / a number larger than two. BUILD: curvy chonk TATTOOS: A black and red feather and the words “Chase the Morning” on my left foot, and Rorschach’s calling card and the words “Nothing is hopeless. Not while there’s life.” on the inside of my right arm (written in the font from the comic) SCARS: A few.  Two small ones on my collarbones where I had dermal anchors, one on my nose where I had a birthmark removed, a few on my hands from my old job that I’m hoping will fade. PIERCINGS: Both my earlobes are pierced twice, and I have my cartilage pierced in both ears.  I also have my nose pierced.  I previously had my philtrum pierced (put a silicone spacer in for my last job and it tried to embed), and dermal anchors in my collarbones. MYERS-BRIGGS: INFP-T; The Mediator 

Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.

Being a part of the Diplomat Role group, Mediators are guided by their principles, rather than by logic (Analysts), excitement (Explorers), or practicality (Sentinels). When deciding how to move forward, they will look to honor, beauty, morality and virtue – Mediators are led by the purity of their intent, not rewards and punishments. People who share the Mediator personality type are proud of this quality, and rightly so, but not everyone understands the drive behind these feelings, and it can lead to isolation.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost. -JRR Tolkien

ENNEAGRAM: Results inconclusive.  Most likely a Type 6.

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral

TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic

Your temperament is melancholic. The melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and thoughtful. Melancholic people often were perceived as very (or overly) pondering and considerate, getting rather worried when they could not be on time for events. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others.

KINSEY SCALE: 3.

Equally attracted to both male and female.

Art thou feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?

I can’t *pbbbt* undertand *pbbbbt* your accent.

He glanced sideways at the stranger, one brow quirking ever-so-slightly.

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS SPONGEBOBBBBBBBB.... SQUAAAREPAAAAAAAAANTS!

Spongebob meme-- You know what?  Just...  Keep sending me Spongebob quotes.  Everyone.  Please.

He had to actually pause.  Had...  Had he just used a word that was more than three syllables?  Word on the street was that this guy was a complete moron.

Spongebob meme-- Still accepting!

“You don’t need to yell!”  It was defensive, and definitely not a reaction befitting someone of his IQ, but he chose to move on rather than try to backtrack.

Spongebob meme– still accepting!

He couldn’t help but chuckle.  “A little dramatic, don’t you think?  They’ll drop you back off here in an hour, don’t worry.”

// RIDDLER //

          SPIT IT OUT? THEY’D ALWAYS JUST INJECTED the stuff into him– not even giving him a chance, though he’d been mostly well-behaved so they’d let him go with less-frequent doses. As long as he was too exhausted to let his fear get the best of them, Fabien was rather obedient– he listened to the guards, he didn’t fight, he didn’t complain. He was overall quiet. It was only when he got scared, though– that he changed completely. He’d thrash about in his restraints, sob, cry scream… he’d need to be placed in a padded room to prevent him from bashing his head open.

          “N…. NO MONSIEUR… IM AFRAID I’M AN IDIOT. And I never tried, to burn things.. I just do.” Intellectual? He’d laugh if he found it funny instead of sad, that he was so impaired that he couldn’t even read nor write– and what was there to do in the rec room besides something like that, or a puzzle, or a strategic board game? His low IQ was part of the reason he’d been admitted in the first place.

          DID HE FIND ARKHAM DREADFUL? ABSOLUTELY. Spent the first few days in his cell screaming his lungs out until he couldn’t stay awake any longer. He’d tired himself out fairly quickly, leading to quick submission.

He didn’t mean to laugh.

He really, truly didn’t.  But it was so blunt, so unassuming, so unbelievably, unbearably honest, that if truth be told it caught him off guard.  It was rare to find someone so painstakingly aware of their own lack of intelligence...  Perhaps he would make a suitable henchman.  It would try his patience, that was certain, but...  You could never have too many friends in a place like Gotham...  Or even Arkham Asylum.

cont’d from here

A heavy sigh and roll of the eyes met the smaller man’s statement as the Riddler closed the magazine he had been reading.  It was an old issue of Popular Mechanics, one he had read many times before during his previous incarcerations, but it was at least something to do.

“I’m well aware they won’t let you leave.  That is how a prison works.”  He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.  Keep the voice level, Nygma.  He can’t help it he’s a buffoon.  It is your job to enlighten him, show him the marvels of the intelligent world.