#riddler rp

Using precise language is not an affectation merely because you personally require a running start to clear three syllables.

Words possess specific meanings. Those meanings allow us to communicate complex ideas without reducing every conversation to grunts, threats, and vague hand gestures. Humanity developed an entire lexicon, and I see no compelling reason to abandon it simply because some of you regard opening a dictionary as an act of intellectual surrender.

“You only use big words to sound smart.” No. I use the correct words because I am smart. You interpret that as performance because your own intelligence apparently requires one.

Furthermore, brevity is not inherently indicative of depth. Sometimes a concise statement is elegant. Sometimes it is merely the complete extent of what its speaker was capable of producing. Silence may be mysterious. It may also be empty. The distinction becomes obvious the moment the person begins talking.

Edward, rather the deviant Riddler, clicks a pen furiously. His eyes flitter across a blank card. The genius mind works itself over and over.

" God— You know what! Never mind! "

The very green man pushes his chair back with force as he stands. The chair clatters to the floor, sliding across old oak. He slams down the pen. Slim legs stride toward the door in angry steps.

The door flings open, bright light assaults Edward's eyes.

" A walk. A walk eases the mind. At least that's what they say. "

Imperfectly shined dress shoes fall in tandem, trudging forth

Edward collects his coat and cane in the hallway.

What a show Jon, what a show! Don't you agree?

...was it a good call?

Hiding from the public, and private, eyes have proven to become quite a bit of a bore recently. So, here I am. Ask away, to the master of puzzles, the Riddler!

-he/him

HA.

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