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High Diddle Diddle! (Riddler Starter-Open)
Jul 23, 2017 4:20:32 GMT
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Post by Nevermore on Jul 23, 2017 4:20:32 GMT
Nevermore stared at the flashing screen, filling with a seemingly never-ending string of bright green dots, dashes, letters and numbers, raining down like the computer code of a sci-fi philosophy film. “I'm sensing a bit of a theme here,” he mused in reference to the continuing use of emerald everything by this quizzical maniac, before focusing in on the section that seemed to be directed to him specifically. Bubonic plague fanatic? Was that already set to be written there before he showed up, or was this guy just playing this entire encounter by ear? And either way, was that really the best insult he was able to come up with? Nevermind that, let's focus...what am I even looking at here?
That was certainly the million dollar question of the day. Nevermore stood dumbfounded, a long stream of random numbers staring back at him, silently taunting him with their calculatingly wicked nature. Math. Of course it had to be math. “This is a riddle?” he asked without thinking, his eyes scanning them over and over again frantically behind the lenses of his mask, unsure where he should even start to decipher this. The constant and increasingly loud chatter from both the Riddler and Dragonboy was horribly distracting, more so with the ear-piercing, mechanical shrieking of the robotic minions, their bellies flashing epilepticly with an expressionless menace as they prepared to attack. “GAH!” Jake shouted out amidst the yelling and babbling, clamping his hands over his ears as hard as he could, already aggravated that this wasn't the sort of riddle he was expecting, even more so that he couldn't even properly think amidst all this chaos. “I can't work like this!!”
With that angry complaint uttered, his cloak suddenly feathered out with violet flames, forcing the young vigilante upwards towards the rafters again, high above the robots and vigilantes, and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Okay, chill out. It's just a math problem. Hell, it might not even be a math problem....just a code of some sort. Let's keep this simple. A equals one, B equals two. Start with that. Nevermore squinted at the string of numbers on the screen as if they were a hated enemy and pursed his lips in annoyance, suddenly swooping on a blaze of purple towards the Riddler, as if poised to attack. However, he stopped short just in front of the screen to get a clearer look at his puzzle, holding his index finger up towards Nygma before the inevitable tirade of insults barreled forth from the green-clad man's mouth to interrupt his thought process once again. Alright, 19...A, B, C... he frantically counted each letter off on a finger, trying to correlate which letter of the alphabet the first number corresponded to. If the Riddler tried to interject or make comment, Jake simply held his finger up to shush him again, making an annoyed 'SHH!' sound in the process without so much as looking at the question-mark pocked villain to acknowledge him.
By the time he decoded the first four letters into the first word, or at least what he assumed was a word, Jake's concentration was smashed through along with the blue-bellied robot that Blue Dragon cracked into with a mighty kick. “Dammit, S, I, H, T....S, I, H, T...” he repeated a few times, trying to keep the solved letters in his head as he instinctively turned towards the noise. “S, I, H, T..what the hell?! The decoded words are scrambled?! Are you kidding me?!” He finally looked back at Nygma, throwing his hands up angrily, violet flame flickering from his cloak menacingly as he floated closer to the villain, hovering with embers sparking from his feet to exceed the other man's height. “You call these riddles?! They're just made up ciphers with no real answers! How do we know these even translate to anything at all, you hack?! You cheater!” Jake's frustration was getting the better of him, though in the back of his mind, he hoped this would stall for time and offer enough distraction to give Batman a few extra moments to figure out his own complicated riddle and take one more color off the list of choices. He already knew that the blue robots were out of the running, thanks to Dragon's attack not blasting his ass full of electricity. Now it was just process of elimination. For now, he just had to keep talking. “Just a damn, dirty, cheater who thinks he's so smart because he's learned a few cryptography styles in college. Do you even know any real riddles in the first place?”
BATMAN Blue Dragon The Riddler
That was certainly the million dollar question of the day. Nevermore stood dumbfounded, a long stream of random numbers staring back at him, silently taunting him with their calculatingly wicked nature. Math. Of course it had to be math. “This is a riddle?” he asked without thinking, his eyes scanning them over and over again frantically behind the lenses of his mask, unsure where he should even start to decipher this. The constant and increasingly loud chatter from both the Riddler and Dragonboy was horribly distracting, more so with the ear-piercing, mechanical shrieking of the robotic minions, their bellies flashing epilepticly with an expressionless menace as they prepared to attack. “GAH!” Jake shouted out amidst the yelling and babbling, clamping his hands over his ears as hard as he could, already aggravated that this wasn't the sort of riddle he was expecting, even more so that he couldn't even properly think amidst all this chaos. “I can't work like this!!”
With that angry complaint uttered, his cloak suddenly feathered out with violet flames, forcing the young vigilante upwards towards the rafters again, high above the robots and vigilantes, and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Okay, chill out. It's just a math problem. Hell, it might not even be a math problem....just a code of some sort. Let's keep this simple. A equals one, B equals two. Start with that. Nevermore squinted at the string of numbers on the screen as if they were a hated enemy and pursed his lips in annoyance, suddenly swooping on a blaze of purple towards the Riddler, as if poised to attack. However, he stopped short just in front of the screen to get a clearer look at his puzzle, holding his index finger up towards Nygma before the inevitable tirade of insults barreled forth from the green-clad man's mouth to interrupt his thought process once again. Alright, 19...A, B, C... he frantically counted each letter off on a finger, trying to correlate which letter of the alphabet the first number corresponded to. If the Riddler tried to interject or make comment, Jake simply held his finger up to shush him again, making an annoyed 'SHH!' sound in the process without so much as looking at the question-mark pocked villain to acknowledge him.
By the time he decoded the first four letters into the first word, or at least what he assumed was a word, Jake's concentration was smashed through along with the blue-bellied robot that Blue Dragon cracked into with a mighty kick. “Dammit, S, I, H, T....S, I, H, T...” he repeated a few times, trying to keep the solved letters in his head as he instinctively turned towards the noise. “S, I, H, T..what the hell?! The decoded words are scrambled?! Are you kidding me?!” He finally looked back at Nygma, throwing his hands up angrily, violet flame flickering from his cloak menacingly as he floated closer to the villain, hovering with embers sparking from his feet to exceed the other man's height. “You call these riddles?! They're just made up ciphers with no real answers! How do we know these even translate to anything at all, you hack?! You cheater!” Jake's frustration was getting the better of him, though in the back of his mind, he hoped this would stall for time and offer enough distraction to give Batman a few extra moments to figure out his own complicated riddle and take one more color off the list of choices. He already knew that the blue robots were out of the running, thanks to Dragon's attack not blasting his ass full of electricity. Now it was just process of elimination. For now, he just had to keep talking. “Just a damn, dirty, cheater who thinks he's so smart because he's learned a few cryptography styles in college. Do you even know any real riddles in the first place?”
BATMAN Blue Dragon The Riddler
