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Dr. Evander Sidaris
21+ RP blog for EVANDER SIDARIS, eccentric archeologist & antique collector.
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—— &. ☕ ; EVANDER LOOKS SURPRISED, THEN UNSURE WHEN RIDDLER EXTENDS THIS OFFER, not entirely convinced it's not some kind of trap.
"I—" A lump forms in his throat, and he hesitates, casting a sad gaze over the being-plundered exhibits. Once again, he falls silent.
After a thoughtful pause, he finally speaks. "... The burial offerings of Pharaoh Hatshepsut." Most of these items don't look particularly valuable; old scrolls with ancient prayers mostly, but to Evander they mean a lot.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" The tone doesn't bother him, he's heard plenty from allies and rivals alike. He knows no one else understands. They don't need to.
"The goal isn't to be caught as quickly as possible, obviously. The goal is to set up a game for him. I'm sure you'll report the crime when all this is over, GCPD will come, take a statement, Batman will get involved because you mentioned me and- lets face it the place is already covered in question marks, everyone will know I was involved. And then he'll try to solve my riddles. A bank heist would be too fast. There's no game in that."
The bitter tone seems to amuse him, and he leans down again. "It's sad, isn't it? The masses are stupid. They don't care about any of this, they only care about what serves them. Doesn't it eat you up inside? Some of my friends are just like you, they just want people to see and understand what they're ignoring."
"Though. Tut may have a problem if you broke into villainy and stole his whole Egyptology schtick. Maybe it's best if you didn't end up like my friends. Still, I think since you care so much I should throw you a bone." He gestures at the quickly emptying exhibit. "Pick one."
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—— &. ☕ ; "SO... Y-YOU ARE DOING THIS JUST TO BAIT THAT VIGILANTE INTO A FIGHT AND POTENTIALLY LOCK YOU UP AGAIN?"
Evander sometimes struggles with filtering his words, but he isn't suicidal ; that's why he refrains from making an outright remark about how stupid he finds this. Nevertheless, his tone betrays his thoughts.
"Perhaps—.. Perhaps robbing a bank would attract his attention faster," he quickly adds. He really believes this to be true, no, he KNOWS this to be true. "Sadly, it seems that people are more concerned about their finances being at risk than the ancient relics that preserve our history..." He sounds a little bitter. Getting anything funded is a struggle.
And he's laughing again. This man is so sincere in his pleas to stop them. Does he really think he can swing Edward's opinion with pathos?
"You're really something!" He removes the sunglasses he uses to hide his eyes, so he can look Evander in the eyes. "You people really should research Gotham before coming here! You see, I am 'the Riddler'. A cold, highly intelligent, dangerous, criminal. I've escaped Arkham Asylum. I've killed. I've been told I have an empathy problem"
"So frankly, the 'shared human heritage' doesn't mean much to me!" He grins standing up straight again "Though, neither does wealth, really. I'm just setting the scene for the game. For Batman."
Of course, the money was a benefit, but that's not what he was doing this for after all. It was always all for Batman.
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*: ･ﾟ✧ capturing a muse starters.
send one of the following for the sender’s muse to capture the receiver’s muse. add ‘+reverse’ for, well, the reverse scenario. feel free to elaborate with further details if needed! potential triggers for dark scenariors.
«ENTRAP» for the sender to capture the receiver in a trap made by the sender.
«IMPRISON» for the sender to throw the receiver in jail.
«SPELL-BOUND» for the sender to use a spell to entrap the receiver.
«POWERS» for the sender to use special powers to entrap the receiver.
«KIDNAP» for the sender to kidnap the receiver.
«SECURE» for the sender to keep the receiver in a secure location for their safety.
«DISTRACT» for sender to keep receiver in place through means of distractions.
«CONTROL» for sender to keep receiver in place through means of mind control.
«OTHER» specify your own!
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—— &. ☕ ; "T-THE PLEASURE IS ALL MINE." EVANDER HUGGED HIMSELF TIGHTLY after helping Dwight out of the fountain, the biting cold seeping into his bones.
"Oh, if it's not too much trouble, I'd be incredibly grateful," he replied, nodding with enthusiasm.
"I'll certainly owe you one, Dwight." He looked at the floating croissant in the water, smiling sheepishly. How embarrassing... "Starting with breakfast, perhaps?"
Dwight felt the cold air already starting to affect him. His wet clothes didn’t help at all. Especially his pants that got the most wet, his torso did as well but his cardigans managed to keep him dry enough. He looked himself over, glancing at the fountain that had his discarded breakfast. “Well, nothing is broken so it’s alright.” Dwight reassured Evander.
“My name is Dwight, it’s nice meeting you. Well, besides the fountain thing.” Dwight said as he took the other’s hand to step out of the fountain. He looked at the man’s own suit and thought for a second. “Hey, I have a shop not too far from here. It’s also my apartment, I can clean your suit for you, get you out of those wet clothes.”
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—— &. ☕ ; AS THE CANE CONNECTS WITH HIS STOMACH, the air is forcibly expelled from his lungs, and he doubles over with a faint cry.
He is in pain, he is scared, and his spark of courage is snuffed out almost as quickly as it ignited. Will he die today?
"Please— please don't..." His pleas grow weaker as he looks at this CRIMINAL with frightened, teary eyes, long strands of blonde hair falling messily over his face. Evander most certainly isn't a fighter; he has been on a few adventures, yes, but he has always avoided violence at all costs.
This is a nightmare, but he clings to the fact that the most valuable treasures are securely locked away in a vault deep within the archives... and he hopes dearly this gang doesn't know about it.
"I understand the temptation of wealth, but-- please... don't do this. These relics represent our shared human heritage! They belong to the world," he pleads once more (and more carefully), his voice quivering. "By sparing them, you can be a part of preserving history for future generations..."
He chuckles at the pleas, turning to watch the crew to make sure the idiots don't break anything. Normally in this situation people would be begging for their life, but this man only cared about the artifacts.
He'd almost find it honourable.
Then Evander is speaking directly to him and his expression sours, swinging his cane down on the man harshly. "If you 'had any modicum of intelligence' you'd know better than to insult me! Do you really think I spent the time planning this heist out not knowing what these were worth? Or do you just expect me to suddenly have a change of heart?"
He crouches down so he's face to face with the other "I'm going to sell most of these to the highest bidder. I'm going to keep whatever strikes my fancy. And maybe I'll smash a couple of them just to spite you."
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cont. | @enignoema
—— &. ☕ ; "NO! NO, PLEASE, STOP IT! DON'T TOUCH THIS, YOU-- YOU TROGLODYTES!" Tears glisten in Evander's blue eyes, feeling utterly powerless, as these careless gorillas smash the display windows and ransack everything in their reach, devoid of any consideration. "Please! Please, don't..." He begs, his voice trembling with despair.
YEARS of work and research. Just... gone.
Ceremonial jewelry, ancient statues of deities, tomb artifacts. Stolen and probably going to be sold off at the black market. It's breaking his heart in a thousand pieces.
However, his fire returns when he sees someone grabbing and nearly knocking over a jackal-headed alabaster jar. "PUT THIS DOWN THIS INSTANT! This is a 5000 YEAR OLD canopic jar, you ——! Ηλίθιος (i̱líthios = fool) !!"
His heart races as he fixes a piercing gaze on the apparent leader of the gang, gathering his remaining courage. "If you possessed any modicum of intelligence, you'd grasp the immeasurable worth of these artifacts! MILLENNIA of history and knowledge! Far too priceless to be sold off to some lowly criminal," he cries out.
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PROTECTIVE PROMPTS
"Are you alright?"
"Did they hurt you?"
"Can you stand?"
"They won't get away with this."
"No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise."
"Sorry it took so long to find you."
"Don't say you're fine. There are bruises all over you!"
"Sweetheart, I need you to open your eyes for me."
"Here. Drink this. You're dehydrated."
"Tell me the last thing you remember."
"You look like you haven't slept in days."
"I'll kill them for doing this to you."
"Did they just push you?"
"All that matters is I'm here now and we're together."
"I don't care that I'm in danger. It's you that I'm worried about."
"No one's going to find us here. We're safe."
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
"If he touches you again, I'll kill him."
"I trust you ... but I don't trust them with you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"I'll be right behind you."
"Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."
"Shh, it's just me."
"Did they lock you in here?"
"Did they fucking touch you?"
"If anyone comes through that door to hurt you, I'll deal with it."
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—— &. ☕ ; "O-OF COURSE. I APOLOGIZE, PEACHES," HE SAID, FULL OF REGRET, addressing the rat before shifting his gaze to the person in front of him.
"Oh, there's truly no need for you to apologize. The blame falls squarely on my shoulders. I hope none of your belongings were affected..."
With that, he stepped out of the fountain and extended his hand to assist his newfound acquaintance. "I'm Evander. My sincere apologies for this... rather unconventional first meeting."
Dwight breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the other man was fine, well, besides their soaked suit. Then Dwight flinched again upon hearing the screaming, instinctively covering his ears. He realized the unexpected reaction was a result of seeing Peaches. The rodent was a familiar and welcome site at his shop, as Dwight had trained her to hand customers their receipts. Dwight had forgotten that outside of the shop, people wouldn’t know that Peaches was a pet.
“Oh no, it’s okay!” Dwight reassured the other man. “It’s okay, it’s just my pet rat, her name is Peaches.” The young witch scooped up the wet rat and held it as to show the other not to be afraid. “She doesn’t bite, she’s very good.” Peaches kept glaring at the other one, not exactly giving confidence to that statement.
Dwight stood up, water dripping from his clothes as he placed his rodent back on his shoulder. “We took a tumble huh?” The young man laughed a little. “I’m glad you’re alright….well….sorry about your suit.” Dwight frowned slightly.
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Dinosaur footprints at Vale de Meios, Portugal 🦕 🦖
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cont. | @arcanescholxr
—— &. ☕ ; IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST. Evander emitted a high-pitched, embarrassing scream as he clumsily stumbled over his shoelaces, plunging headfirst into the freezing fountain. Instinctively, he clutched onto the person ahead, inadvertently pulling them into the icy water with him.
"AH!! Θεέ μου (thee mou) !!" His tweed suit was drenched, but he was honestly more concerned about the unfortunate man he had dragged into the fountain as well.
"I am so terribly sorry—! I-I'm alright, are you? Please, forgive me... Goodness, I'm such a daydreamer sometimes," he stammered as he got up... Then, another high-pitched cry escaped him when he spotted the rat glaring (?!) at him.
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first meeting prompts except that they’re not super generic
feel free to change pronouns if needed!
accidental & awkward
« sorry! i didn’t see you here! »
« can you help me? i think i’m lost. »
« oh uhm. thank you for catching me. »
« hi buddy! what are you- oh. oh no. you’re not them. »
« please don’t tell me you’re laughing because of me. i… didn’t see that pole. »
excited & friendly
« hi! it’s so nice to meet you! »
« oh my gosh i love your hair! »
« my friends told to me a lot about you! »
« i’m sorry, where did you get that shirt? it looks amazing! »
« oh i know you! i mean, not really, but i heard things about you and you’re so neat! »
evil & threatening
« so. we meet at last. »
« guess i’ll have to kill you too, then. »
« i see someone wants to play the hero, hm? »
« who do you think you are, trying to stop me? »
« you may not know me, but i know what you did. »
flirty & touchy
« come here often? »
« can i offer you a drink? »
« where have you been all my life? »
« are you busy tonight? because i have some ideas for us… »
« i was told you were cute, but you’re much better than i thought. »
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🐝 * ― 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( add " + " to reverse the action. )
❛ do you want to tell me about your day? ❜
❛ here, you look like you're freezing. ❜
❛ i love you just the way you are, and i'm here to remind you of that whenever you need to hear it. ❜
❛ i promise i'll always be here if you need me. ❜
❛ i wish i could take away all your pain. ❜
❛ i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges may come our way. ❜
❛ i'm gonna make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you. ❜
❛ if you need a shoulder to lean on or someone to listen, i'm here. ❜
❛ if you need someone to talk to i'm always just one phone call away. ❜
❛ it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now. ❜
❛ it's okay to feel this way, we've all been there. ❜
❛ it's okay to lean on others for support occasionally. ❜
❛ just let me take care of you for a bit. ❜
❛ no matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart. ❜
❛ what do you need me to do to make you feel better? ❜
❛ you can always ask me for help if you need it. ❜
❛ you just relax and let me do the rest. you deserve a break. ❜
❛ you look like you could use a hug. ❜
❛ you're always taking care of me so no it's my turn to return the favor. ❜
❛ you're not alone in this. i'm here for you, no matter what. ❜
[ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders
[ breaths ] sender helping receiver to calm down by using breathing techniques
[ compliment ] sender complimenting receiver to make them smile
[ cry ] sender offering receiver a shoulder to cry on
[ gift ] sender giving receiver a small gift
[ hand ] sender holding receiver's hand while they're walking
[ hug ] sender pulling receiver into a tight embrace
[ injured ] sender helping an injured receiver with everyday tasks
[ jokes ] sender trying to make receiver laugh
[ kindness ] sender surprising receiver with random acts of kindness
[ massage ] sender giving receiver a shoulder massage to tend to their sore muscles
[ patterns ] sender drawing random patterns on receiver's skin
[ pillow ] sender offering receiver to use them as a pillow
[ scars ] sender gently tracing receiver's scars
[ sick ] sender bringing a sick receiver whatever they need ( food / medicine / etc. )
[ steady ] sender wrapping an arm around receiver's waist to steady them
[ support ] sender quietly sitting down next to receiver to let them know they're there
[ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch
[ warmth ] sender pulling receiver into their arms to share body heat
[ wound ] sender cleaning / bandaging receiver's wound(s)
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—— &. ☕ ; MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY, 7:25 PM.
Dr. Evander Sidaris, who was scheduled to give a lecture, kept readjusting his bright yellow cat-print tie as he sifted through his notes. His cheeks were tinged with red, and he paced about, murmuring to himself.
He appeared nervous.
... Actually, nervous was an understatement.
There were far more people in attendance than he had anticipated! Why were so many people interested in Bronze Age Trade Networks?! Well, that's a good thing, wasn't it??
Oh dear.
* @indiestarter | open to mutuals & non-mutuals | 21+
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yawn, sender, who is dressed down and has not yet slept, bumps into receiver, who is dressed up and just woken up, in line for coffee.
THIS MEME * ( ' first impressions matter ' ; open ! )
—— &. ☕ ; "OH DEAR, OH DEAR, OH DEAR... I'M RUNNING LATE... THIS IS GOING TO BE A DISASTER..." Evander mumbled softly to himself as he sifted through some notes while waiting in line at the coffee shop, too polite to ask if the people ahead of him would let him go first.
If the mumbling wasn't peculiar enough, his tweed suit paired with a quirky tie and scarf certainly made him stand out. Then, suddenly, he felt a shove, causing him to stumble forward ( luckily not into the person ahead of him ), but a couple of his research papers fell to the floor.
"Oh! I-I apologize," he stammered, excusing himself even though he was the one who had been bumped into, and quickly bent down to retrieve his papers.
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Reblog if trans muses are loved, welcomed and accepted by you
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