POORLY WIRED CIRCUIT — RIDDLERSGAME

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"C'mon," Sweetophelia was muttering quietly as she led the drunken tabby into the hut - once theirs and now only home to herself and their sons - closing the door gently behind them. "I've got your glasses," the BlizzardClan leader assured him, the dark spectacles held in her other paw. Pierce had quietly handed them over to her just before they exited the prom. Leading Riddlersgame into another room, she set the glasses on the table stand. "Just so we're clear, if I had any other furniture, you'd be sleeping there, not here." Her pale lilac gaze swept across the bedroom then, the neatly made bed and the tidy, almost sparse, surroundings. She had never held onto many personal affects, and it seemed that neither had Riddlersgame - even before he had moved his personal belongings out.
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    info — updated 4/23

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 375px;][font=andale mono][align=justify]//ASKDHAGSDAS sorry i'm so late


    Riddlersgame had never started a fight before tonight, at least, not a real physical, dirty brawl like this had been. Come to think of it though, he had never been this drunk either - apparently alcohol and sadness weren't the best combo, though he should have known that after all the books he had read. Maybe he should have thought about what the effects of all the vodka would have done to him too, but he hadn't. He had just drank, and drank, and drank. And then, after being stripped of his judgement and patience, he had completely lost it, starting a fight with someone who he thought could maybe have some sort of relationship with Sweetophelia. Come tomorrow morning, he would be truly aware of how sad, no, pathetic it had all been, but right now, he just felt awful, both physically and emotionally.


    As he staggered inside after Sweet, he tried to take in the inside of the house. His vision was blurred, but everything about his old home was still familiar. The furniture, the bed - wow, the bed looked nice. Comfortable, well kept, like it always was. He registered Sweet's words, but proceeded to fall onto the bed before letting her know he had acknowledged them. "That's cold," he decided in a sad whine, looking up at her forlornly. "I guess you really don't like me anymore." Drunk Riddler was quite a different creature from sober Riddler - honest and without a filter. Also hyper-protective, as proven by the night's prior events. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his words slurring together and his volume a bit too high. "I think I'm bleeding on your sheets." Nothing had been done to fix up his scratches from his brawl with Jerseyboy, and though his injuries were far from serious, he had gotten some blood on the bed. Whoops. He reached out with a paw to touch the new stain, and then spoke again, "I'm sorry. I ruin everything." He sounded miserable, and it matched the way he looked - battered and ruffled, his crumpled bowtie still hanging from around his neck.


    [spoiler=tags // updated 4/27]GENERAL
    -Riddlersgame Nygma
    -Male
    -Domestic tabby
    -Bisexual
    -Blizzardclan Member
    PHYSICAL
    -Tall, skinny brown tabby with white paws and a small smudge of white on his chest. His eyes are green/brown and he wears rectangular black glasses.
    PERSONALITY
    -Intelligent
    -Odd
    -Awkward
    -Loyal
    -Friendly
    -Polite
    -Obsessive
    -Compulsive
    -Unpredictable
    -Unstable
    INTERACTION
    -Hard physically
    -Hard mentally
    -Attack in #00FF00
    -No maim or kill
    -Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    -½ of Swiddler (in our hearts lol)
    -Mentoring Pierce
    -Best friends with Pierce
    -Father of Mieczyslaw & Aleksei
    OTHER
    -Mentally unstable
    -Split personality disorder/Schizophrenia results in Ed, a 'darker' version of Riddler - Ed gives him bad ideas, speaks in his head, and occasionally manifests as a hallucination.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia scowled, initially frustrated by Riddlersgame's remarks. It wasn't fair that the brown tabby got to feel bad, somehow a victim in all of the drama. How did he think she felt? After the way he had stormed into the coronation progress and began brawling with Jerseyboy? What was worst was that many of their allies had been in attendance, watching and judging. It was embarrassing, and what was worst was that Sweetophelia implicitly sensed that she could not admit this aloud to anyone for fear of looking vain, too preoccupied with her image and that of BlizzardClan's.


    Her mouth tightened, softening around the edges as she took in a second sight of him - miserable, vulnerable, and looking very rejected. It was rare that she saw such honest emotions from anyone, given how proud every animal was - how fearful they were of appearing to care too much, especially if their feelings were not reciprocated by the other party. But she had been the same way, hadn't she? Guilty of the same fault? After Tsubodai, Sweetophelia had long reflected on her behaviour during their relationship, privately admonishing herself for having put so much into their relationship that the disappointment had been nearly devastating.


    The Targaryen certainly didn't want to make the same mistake again. And in a vain manner, what had best won Sweetophelia over to Riddlersgame was the male's undying devotion to her - this was surely an animal who would never tire of her or set her aside for another. Now the guilt set in. Hadn't she just done so to Riddlersgame? Not intentionally, but it was certainly how he had perceived her arrival at prom with Jerseyboy at her side. "No," Sweetophelia sighed, slowly shaking her head as her resolve softened and crumpled. "A little blood doesn't bother me."

    Inhaling, she came to a resolution. "I don't know much about medicine, but I'll try my best to patch you up." Iselotta was busy at prom, enjoying herself with Alastor, and Sweetophelia didn't really know who else to call nor did she really want to invite another animal into their private moment. Conjuring up a roll of bandages, she examined her former lover, questioning, "Where are you hurt?" From the way he sat, she could only see some of his injuries, the ones visible from her perspective.


    OOC | don't worry about it! i've been pretty flooded this week too c,:
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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][align=justify]Riddlersgame hadn't even begun to consider how his actions may have appeared to their allies, or even to Blizzardclan as a whole. Two members of your Clan, one of them ridiculously drunk, getting into a bloody fight over you, the leader. There were no excuses for something like that, was there? Two adults battling like they were children over a girl. Had Riddler been in her shoes, he would have reacted similarly - with embarrassment and disgust. Instead though, he was the one causing her such distress. And, drunk as he was, he could still see it, in her words and in her eyes, the disappointment. He knew her too well.


    And yes, it was true, he had waited for her. For as far back as his memory reached, she had been the only one for him - no other person had ever truly captured his attention the way she had, nor had they captured his heart. Was it strange, that his feelings had always persisted? Was it a sign of loyalty and devotion, or an indicator of a more obsessive and possessive nature? Perhaps it was both. Whatever it had been, Riddler had always been willing to give her all that he could offer, though he had always assumed that his best wasn't enough for her as she dated other people. And, for the time that they were together, he had almost thought he had been wrong. That, hey, maybe he was good enough. Though, now he could only assume that he had been wrong, and that she had now moved past him like she had all the others. But, his feelings still hadn't faded - as evidenced by his aggression and jealousy at the prom, they were as strong as ever.


    His green gaze followed her as she moved closer, distantly realizing her voice had grown a bit softer. Did she realize that his lame apology was for more than just the blood on the sheets? Perhaps not - he barely realized it himself. He remained silent for a moment after she spoke, as though pondering her question, before finally speaking. "Most of my physical injuries are on my shoulders. And my head hurts, but I don't think I have a concussion," he explained sadly, his phrase slurred despite its professional wording. The skinny tabby was pretty banged up, though he wasn't wrong - the worst of the scratches were on his shoulders, from when Jersey had grabbed him. Otherwise, there wasn't much Sweet could hope to do, as it was all bruises and aches. Wow, he was going to feel terrible in the morning.


    Another moment of silence passed, and he asked, so softly, "Do you like him?" His brain, fuzzy from the vodka, kept drifting back to the thing that had brought him back to Sweet's house - Jerseyboy. Riddler hadn't even really seen him before tonight, but the thought of the leader with someone else, particularly Jersey, just made Riddler feel... terrible. Had she really left him, only to move on to someone like that? His normally bright eyes, which were dull from both the alcohol and the emotional and physical pain he was putting himself through, stayed fixed on her face, taking in her features as if he had never seen them before.



    [spoiler=tags || updated 5/11]GENERAL
    -Riddlersgame Nygma
    -Male
    -Domestic tabby
    -Bisexual
    -Blizzardclan Member
    PHYSICAL
    -Tall, skinny brown tabby with white paws and a small smudge of white on his chest. His eyes are green and he wears rectangular black glasses.
    PERSONALITY
    -Intelligent
    -Odd
    -Violent
    -Short-tempered
    -Loyal
    -Polite
    -Obsessive
    -Compulsive
    -Unpredictable
    -Unstable
    INTERACTION
    -Hard physically
    -Hard mentally
    -Attack in #00FF00
    -No maim or kill
    -Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    -½ of none
    -In love with Sweetophelia
    -Best friends with Pierce
    -Father of Mieczyslaw & Aleksei
    OTHER
    -Mentally unstable
    -Has killed people for little reason other than his short temper

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia watched the brown tabby closely as he spoke, giving details of his injuries. In a soft, gentle moment such as this it was almost easy to forget that it had been Riddlersgame to provoke Jerseyboy in the first place, evidently egged on by his own dark emotions, made to be overly emotional by his drunkenness. And now, in fact, it almost seemed as if Riddlersgame himself was the victim. But a victim of what? Jerseyboy? Alcohol? Heartbreak? Jealousy? Sweetophelia herself?


    She had to keep her resolve steeled. "We'll have to get you checked out by a medic tomorrow to be really sure about that." Concussions were dangerous. What was the old advice? To not let the afflicted lose consciousness? Fall asleep? Or was it the opposite? Damn. "Don't fidget," Sweetophelia instructed him, despite the fact that Riddlersgame was relatively placid at the moment - evidently all of his earlier energy and rage had dissolved into sadness and listlessness. Reaching closer, the BlizzardClan leader began bandaging the wounded areas, quietly relieved to see that most of the bleeding had slowed if not stopped completely.


    She took pause at his sudden question, surprised by the bluntness. "No," Sweetophelia confessed, shaking her head softly. Jerseyboy was attractive enough in the sole physical sense but she could hardly imagine their relationship advancing any further beyond friendship. "We're just friends, Riddlersgame. You knew that." Or perhaps he hadn't. She had flirted around with Jerseyboy on a few occasions but because so many other BlizzardClanners had done the same, Sweetophelia had thought little of it. And that was the problem, wasn't it? Sensitive and uncertain as she was she needed bold, solid actions - visible proof of affection and devotion. Sweetophelia could never stand to watch a lover flirting around with other animals. She didn't want a marriage like her mother's - an open marriage in which the High Queen had been too proud to turn down once she realised that the union was entirely political. Most urgently, she didn't want another Tsubodai - someone to steal her heart and treat it so flippantly. He had never given her more than he promised; so the fault laid with her - Sweetophelia had made the mistake of caring more than he had.
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