voice;

[amoray]

So.

Any a you ewer had a nemesis before? Like fated fuckin' contentiousness, always gettin' up each others' gills doin' shit just to irritate 'em, duelin' to practically the death, maybe makin' out a little, that kinda thing.

See, I'm in the market for just that particular arrangement, and while I'm personally a master of the bellicose arts and don't need any adwice or nothin', I obwiously got a wested interest in how humans go about poorly imitatin' the quadrant. What with my bein' the main troll-human confidante in these parts and such.

[he pronounces it "con-fee-dawn-tay". also he means intermediary.]

Despite most of you bein' from a society bearin' a sewerely inferior romance system and therefore gettin' your emotions all scrambled up wrong from the get-go 'cos of it, I'd appreciate hearin' some personal tales.

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voice;

[nitidus]

This piece of paper on which I have written down your finer qualities will mysteriously disappear. In exchange for the name of your previously mentioned party with an interest in myself, that is.

voice; encrypted

[enigmaestro]

And you realize, of course, that because of my City-specific power, I will know if you neglect to keep your word. Not that a woman of your integrity would, but still. It's in the open.

I want it disappeared without any copies made, without others knowing of it. And then we have a deal.

voice; encrypted

[nitidus]

[She sighs, drawing a harsh, heavy X through her cueball doodle.]

I am hurt that you would even suggest that I would have considered writing all of this down again at a later date. Wounded, even. Fine. I promise not to repeat a word of what I have written nor to write it down again.

[She pauses, sighs again and tears the page out of her note book, and then tears it down the middle. ]

voice; encrypted

[enigmaestro]

Nothing personal, Ms. Lalonde, it's just how the game is played. [But he sounds a touch gleeful over the dramatics.]

His name is Norman Osborn. He's the CEO of Oscorp and an unnecessarily smug chemist. He has a history as both a hero and a villain.

voice; encrypted

[nitidus]

I suspect the word game doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me.

[She chews her pen again. Smugly:]

Thank you for the name, Mr. Nygma. And thank for not specifying that my note taking on your person cease indefinitely. It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

voice; encrypted

[enigmaestro]

I think I play a different word game entirely, true.

Ah, but of course. I wouldn't want to stifle your interest entirely.

[Now that he knows he has her audience, and the opportunity to control what could be interpreted, from here on out. Whether or not that's a realistic goal isn't Eddie's concern (of course he thinks it is!), but the concept of maintaining tabs on her habit is appealing.]

I am, after all, trying to inspire the younger generation.

voice; encrypted

[nitidus]

Do you consider yourself an inspiration, Mr. Nygma? I wouldn't say that I am feeling inspired as much as I am intrigued.

[Rose thinks she could fill a whole notebook on Edward Nygma. This is exciting. ]

I think this is the most engaging conversation I've had in weeks.

voice; encrypted

[enigmaestro]

I suppose what I inspire is, indeed, the question. If you're intrigued, well, I can work with that.

[Oh Rose, if only he knew your intent!]

Is it now? Only in weeks?

voice; encrypted

[nitidus]

Can you really?

[She isn't is sneaky as she would like to be, alas. ): ]

Only weeks. To answer your question, perhaps I should ask what it is you hope to inspire?

voice; encrypted

[enigmaestro]

You should, certainly, but I would say that's a rather personal question to come so easily. Don't you agree? [He takes a light tone for this, something playful.] After all, we have such an exchange of information going on right now.

voice; encrypted

[nitidus]

I would say it's a very ample opportunity to gloat or preen. [But, she'll bit. ] Is there something you want to know, Mr. Nygma?