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occupation OR house/set/dorm + year: Chief of Staff to the U.K. Minister of Magic
relationship status: "I hope you know, Oswald, I would do anything for you."
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11 Apr 2018, 03:51 PM
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Ever since Oswald had left him to deal with this alone on Edward's very forceful command, Ed had intensely regretted sending his only conversational partner away. Though there had been shouting and quite literal cursing while the other man was in the room with him, it had all been just a surface level reaction to the news. Since being alone though, Ed's mind had dug deeper into this new reality he faced, an action he <i>wished</i> he could stop doing because no further revelations so far had been positive. The closest he had got to one of those was thinking that his father at least couldn't hurt him anymore, but the crushing <i>guilt</i> that had followed that glimmer of relief had been one of the worst feelings yet.
It was actually quite surprising how many completely new thoughts were occurring to him the longer he turned over in his head the concept that his parents were gone. After all, it had occurred to him quite early on that Ed would now never have the opportunity to prove himself to them. They'd never seen him as the son they'd actually wanted, but Ed had been convinced that one day he would be able to finally overturn that and actually <i>earn</i> their love. Every big decision he had made in his life had always been influenced by the way his parents would see him afterwards, and now, all of a sudden, that motivation was gone. His actions were no longer fuelled by an attempt to be the son they wanted, by an attempt to live up to their standards and win them over and show them that he was worthy of their name and their love. Because no amount of effort would change anything now. And that... that had hit him particularly hard. That lack of focus, that lack of a goal to work towards... What were you supposed to do with yourself without that?
Once the realisation that he was truly and utterly lost in life now had finally settled in, Ed had not moved from the bed. There had been pacing and shouting and a lot of breaking of things before that, but once he was fully aware that he had lost all purpose, he had lost the strength to do anything more than wrap himself up tightly in the quilt of Oswald's bed (he had not thought to leave the room and return to his own since hearing the news) and lie very still for... possibly forever.

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9 Apr 2018, 07:36 PM
Age AU!
Both characters are 15 and in the same year at Beauxbatons. Takumi has just been accepted into the Elites

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Ed had put <i>so</i> much effort into his application for the Elites back in his first year at the school. He'd trained himself up for months in every area of academics he could find, practised with a million and one IQ tests, pouring his heart and soul into that one fateful day where he would perform the test to see if someone would finally recognise him for the genius he was. But they hadn't. He had 'failed' the test - <i>ha</i>, as if, he'd just been too clever for even the staff to realise. But regardless, he hadn't been welcomed into the exclusive little club of privileged brats, and his... <i>passionate</i> response to that verdict had meant he hadn't been allowed to reapply in future years either...
But now his roommate had been accepted for being alright at <i>archery</i> of all things?!
He threw the door to their shared dormitory open as he reached it, catching it with an outstretched hand as it bounced back towards him after colliding against the wall behind it. But he remained otherwise frozen as he stared around the room at Takumi's already half-packed things. Of course, he'd be moving dormitories now too. Off to live in the fancy private facilities only on offer to the students who were deemed by this ridiculous system to have actual worth.
<b>"What the <i>hell</i>, Takumi?!"</b> Not the most eloquent start but honestly, he was too angry to say anything better right now, as he finally slammed the door shut behind him. <b>"Archery? <i>Really</i>?! They made you an Elite for aiming a pointy stick at a target?! What sort of talent is that supposed to be?!"</b> Takumi's skill at the muggle sport was not news of course, but the fact that it was considered by anyone to be a <i>talent</i> was the real shock here. Ed had never spoken too much on the subject before, since the importance of something that was only a fun little hobby had never really been a subject of debate. Now though, now he had a lot to say about how <i>pointless</i> the stupid waste of time was!

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7 Apr 2018, 07:36 PM
This is basically just a store of relevant comics about Ed because I love some of his comic appearances so even though my Riddler is mostly based on the Arkhamverse, there's definitely a lot of inspiration from these too. It's quite hard to find the relevant pages and issues when i want them though so this is a storage point of both individual pages with important quotes/occurrences, and links to actual issues

Therefore, this thread contains spoilers for comic issues and arcs, most notably Hush. Don't read any further if you care about that, but feel free to check out the issues in their entirety with the links below. If you're not bothered though, go ahead and check out the pages too!

The Riddle Factory
24 Mar 2018, 09:38 PM
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One of Edward’s preferred ways at the moment to alert the aurors to his latest scheme or trap or whatever else it was he was working on, was to provide a riddle with a space for an answer left at the bottom. When the correct answer was written, the parchment the riddle had been delivered on would transform into the next piece of the puzzle – a map or further clue for the aurors to then work from to continue their pursuit of The Riddler. It was an ingenious little feat of magical engineering if he did say so himself, and it gave him the opportunity to wrap two puzzles into one. So that was exactly the format in which Locke’s latest ‘summoning’ was delivered to him, a neatly written riddle adorning a folded piece of green parchment, the tell-tale question mark on the outside giving away what it contained as it waited on the auror’s desk for his return.
<center><i>While the cat is away with which mouse do I play<br>
Perhaps next time you should come and not they.<br>
So answer my riddle and let the kitty start hissing.<br>
(Hint: Look for the thing that this question is missing.)</i></center>
After all, Ed was always disappointed when his favourite auror <i>didn’t</i> show up to one of his crimes. The others wouldn’t play his games properly, hence why Ed had done away with nine of them in an instant the last time, and even the answer to his riddle hadn’t exactly engaged with him the way Locke would have done. But then a mind like his was rare, which was exactly why Ed liked to hone in on it when he decided to antagonise the Law Enforcement department of the European Ministry. And this certainly counted as antagonising, which was why his riddle had included a note about how he was sure Locke would try to chastise him for playing too roughly. His little stunt should have at <i>least</i> attracted the man’s attention, as should the thing his hint was referring to – he couldn’t imagine Locke would be all too fond of Ed scarring his little protégé.
Once the name of the puppy auror (who Ed was most certainly <i>not</i> jealous of, despite how much time Locke <i>chose</i> to spend with that inferior mind instead of on The Riddler case) had been written in the required space, the paper would fold itself into an origami map which with a little bit of codebreaking effort would lead to Ed’s location, where he was waiting <i>personally</I> to greet his old friend. Not unguarded of course – even outside of the vast amount of magical protection around the broken down old church he was waiting inside of, a pair of his finest Riddlerbots were standing guard ahead of him, ready to step in if they were needed. Ed rarely met people face to face these days, preferring to work through screens from a safer distance. But Locke was <i>special</i>, so he deserved special treatment.
Of course, he’d had to glam the place up a bit before he invited his guest, which was why the previously smashed stained glass windows had been replaced by fully green alternatives, and every visible surface was covered in a variety of neon green question marks. And which was also why Ed was currently draped over the arm of what could only be described as an emerald <i>throne</i> set in the centre of the aisle, pointing at the main door to the building for when Locke decided to make his entrance. Though the outside of the building was as unassuming as ever, the inside <i>screamed</i> Riddler in a way that had Ed smiling proudly as he surveyed his work.
And with the stage set, all they needed now was the other player.

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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: right; font-size: 10px; color: #0F6F4A;"><b>Jameson Locke / 630</b><br>
<i>Every encounter that’s obstructionary comes in my name<br>
So that you came to become obsessed with my location.<br>
Clues to my identity denied to the impatient<br>
Step up -- I sense you’re on the precipice of something.</i>
11 Mar 2018, 02:06 PM
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Of all the odd little intricacies of the wizarding world, Ed had never quite worked out the riddle of exactly <i>why</i> the purists were so against muggleborn wizards. He’d been told the ‘obvious’ reasons of course, about tradition and status and all of that absolute nonsense, but none of that made any actual logical sense so it had to be something else. After all, muggleborns were in the perfect position to straddle both worlds simultaneously, and surely that ability should be revered and not mocked? Double the knowledge, double the power? Where was the downside? So perhaps that was it then, perhaps it was just jealousy. He’d figured out from experience that most bullying was a way of expressing jealousy. He had been much smarter than the other kids, so of course they had been envious of him and his talents, and that had obviously been why they’d lashed out to him. Yes, that must be the buried truth, it must all be jealousy.
Maybe he’d ask Burke about it back at the Ministry, test his theory against a real purist who still thought the word ‘mudblood’ could do any damage to sensible people.
These thoughts were mulling through Ed’s head as he traversed the far too busy streets of London, mingling amongst the muggles to visit shops and gather supplies: a perfectly simple task that may well have tripped the Minister of Magic himself up if he were to try and blend in properly. So despite what they said, his upbringing had had <i>some</i> advantages apparently. And the idea that he was more adept at something than Oswald, even just at ‘looking muggle’ was enough to give Ed a little boost to his mood, and meant he was smiling to himself as he ducked back out of an electronics shop on the high street. The stereo he’d bought would be entirely useless in their household of course, but it was its component parts that Ed had purchased it for, not the finished product. Another reason Oswald would be useless here – he’d have no idea what to look for without Ed’s technomagic expertise to guide him. Another smile, another flush of pride, as he stepped back among the hustle and bustle of the street.
It wasn’t quite enough to entirely silence his unease at being amongst so many people though. Edward didn’t dislike crowds as such, he just didn’t like being ignored by them. If this number of people were staring directly at him, if he had control of their attention, if their eyes followed every flick of his fingers with perfect precision, he would be, quite frankly, <i>loving it</i>. But while all these people continued to pass him by without a second glance, he found himself more paranoid than anything else. Being ignored wasn’t fun anyway, but the idea that they were all secretly whispering about him once he was out of earshot was one he couldn’t quite manage to shake, even as he tried to lose himself in his own thoughts. He was often much happier in his own head than in the real world anyway.
Still, the concern was seeping in again, and he found his thumb absentmindedly flicking at the silver ring on his left hand, the outer circle spinning silently at the touch and letting him distract himself from fidgeting more obviously as he made his way towards the less busy streets of the city. One did tend to find muggles quite inconvenient when all one neededed to do now was apparate home. Oh well, patience dear Edward, you’re only minutes away.

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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: right; font-size: 10px; color: #0F6F4A;"><b>selina kyle / 597</b><br>
mostly Ed musings but let me know if anything needs changing ^_^
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