A lock after an ocean facing hours.

[enigmaestro]

WHO: EDWARD NYGMA and NORMAN OSBORN
WHERE: Oscorp
WHEN: Late evening, 7/29.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: After a heated discussion, Eddie storms Oscorp.
FORMAT: Quickpara.



[It wasn't a sound ploy, he knew that. Forcing his way into Oscorp, just to prove that Norman wasn't in command anymore -- just to prove that his death trap had indeed meant something, that their game had changed. He knew this wasn't perhaps a necessary point to prove. But he wanted this, and badly. He thirsted for this.

Edward didn't bother chatting with the guards, and he slipped past the security coded thresholds with ease. Norman wouldn't save his higher-end security (the real good stuff) for his public image, that would be too suspicious. Too good a code, and they knew you had something to hide.

From street to office side, Edward was greeting Norman in under four minutes.

No attempt was made to knock.]

Well, well, you would savor the nicer view for yourself.

Comments

[enigmaestro]

Would you want that, Norman? [Eddie's hand went to his own throat, massaging it.] Would you want other people to enjoy my exposure? To have claim in my... Misfortune? For me to have others to deal with?

[osreborn]

Please. There are always distinct levels to rivalry. Certain defeats need to be public, or else there is no point. And you can't claim not to have earned this one.

[ Norman closed in on him again, cracking his knuckles. ]

I'll always have claim in other ways.

[enigmaestro]

Come one step closer, Norman. [Eddie hissed, smearing the blood from his mouth onto his hand, and across the door. Ruining the paint job.] And we'll see what new defeats are made public.

[osreborn]

You won't get the satisfaction. I've already defeated that little victory of yours. I won't fall for it again.

[ He swings another punch for Eddie's stomach, sneering. ]

Choose your battles wisely.

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie buckled into the punch, bending over. Blood spewed from his mouth, onto the carpet beneath their feet.]

I'll -- [He gasped a few breaths, hastily.] I'll keep that in mind, Norman.

[Hand on the knob, he twisted it open.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman's sneer remained, twisting into a smirk. He stood where he was, watching Eddie get the door open. ]

Try not to drip too much blood on your way out.