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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 16:42:37 GMT -5
"Well, the maze is on the grounds of Twilight Moon Academy, jeez. I know that it's past the new moon of the lunar cycle," Estrik said as he shrugged. He didn't really keep track of the date, believe it or not. It was trivial to someone who really couldn't look at a calendar. He seemed a bit perplexed as to why Eithne didn't know the date or where she was, or why she was talking for that matter. "Have you been borrowing some mushrooms from the idiot back there?" Estrik asked as he attempted to gain some answers to the questions that were spinning in his splitting mind.
"And now you talk? Oh, lucky day. Maybe this is just some ruse to get more blood?" he asked interrogatively. Estrik assumed from meeting Eithne previously that she didn't seem to enjoy his company enough, well, at least long enough to suck some blood from the canteen boy.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 16:50:40 GMT -5
Eithne rolled her eyes, then hit Estrik upside the head- not hard enough to hurt or anything, but Estrik was being a tad rediculous. "Estrik, of course I wouldn't know exactly when or where I'm dropped off- the portal I jumped wasn't exactly 'stable'" insert air quote finger thing here, "and so there we go. Also, I'm not thirsty right now- but thanks for the thought." if she was thirsty, she probably wouldn't have asked. "So how have things been going for you?" she inquired. Her stance was conversational- not threatening. She wasn't looking for a fight, despite the large number of sharp things she carried with her at the current moment. She would have had a pack of things with her- but unfortunately it got lost in the portal... she didn't expect to see it again.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 16:57:00 GMT -5
"Next thing you're going to tell me is that a purple dog followed you too, huh? Eithne, I think you've developed an unhealthy addiction to narcotics," Estrik said in a sarcastically refined way. "Don't make me give you some tough love," he said, doing what may seem as a pimp-slap threaten by smacking the back of his left hand into the palm of his right, "Because then I'll have to slap you into last Thursday."
"I guess you could say I've been doing fine, but I'm not so sure about yourself with all of your high fantasies..." he said, as if embarrassed that he thought the vampire had turned to drugs instead of hugs. "And I've got a headache, but other than that," Estrik said, finishing up with a shrug.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 17:06:10 GMT -5
"I'm not on any drugs, Estrik..." she glared, "Otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to make myself pretty well at home in your mind without your noticing." She shrugged, she was actually doing something helpfull, she was funnelling energy from Estrik, pulling it into her own mind. She focused on the less positive things- like the headache. She could feel the pressure already mounting in her own head, "Is your headache lessening at all?" she asked, it should be, actually. She didn't seem to care much about the pain entering her brain- she'd experienced worse wounds and things, and she figured the headache would leave sooner or later.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 17:14:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure," Estrik said, noticing an improvement in his headache that had come from doing something he most likely shouldn't have done in the first place. When his headache had disappeared, he swatted his hands out at Eithne, "Out of my head now, please thanks." The blind kid didn't like people poking about in his own secret sanctuary, that was his job. Honestly, you don't see him going around and sucking people's blood. "Chez Estrik is now closed," he said as he put noticeably more energy into guarding his own thoughts, because obviously there was some stuff going on up in there that he didn't quite like to divulge with people, undead, or anything for that matter. Not even the rocks that lay beneath the earth, or the clouds that hung up in the sky.
"My head is my own place, and regardless of your motives being good or bad, I really don't like people snooping around up there, lest I have to turn a brain to mush," Estrik said. Of course he was bluffing; he couldn't turn a brain to mush. Well, maybe that of a snail or unintelligent insect, but he doubted Eithne left slimy trails behind her speeds of .0000000000000000001 feet per minute.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 17:27:52 GMT -5
"Estrik... according to your thoughts... you can't turn my brain to mush..." nonetheless she withdrew from his head, since he was increasing the fortifications it was a bit more trouble than she wanted to go through with. "So what exactly to we do now?" she asked, looking around, figuring they'd go and continue to figure out what the rest of the maze was, "And I have a question... if you can look into the future and all... why can't you solve the maze in your head first- and then start walking? Or perhaps also use the same general method with the riddles?" it seemed like the obvious thing to do... and she seemed to already know that Estrik hadn't been doing that previously in the maze. She figured Estrik just hadn't thought of the concept or something of the sort.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 17:34:07 GMT -5
"Hey, I said a brain," Estrik stated as if he had just pwned Eithne in a court case or with a loophole. "And now I do believe we put one foot in front of the other, and keep continuing into the maze until we reach the center of it." Estrik began walking forward, and only began to answer Eithne's question as he pressed onward, "I could, but that would take WAY more work then I actually would want to do, and it would defeat the general purpose of actually coming here in the first place. The only reason I did it for that one was because I honestly would have never guessed that answer before going through every other one," Estrik said back to her.
When you come to a challenge for some solace, it wouldn't be very wise or advised to take the easy way out, unless you felt the need for short-term happiness. Estrik would rather have taken the harder road that led to a longer happiness rather than instant-gratification.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 17:50:13 GMT -5
"Sooo... then... you want me to just go or can I accompany you?" because believe it or not, Eithne might actually enjoy Estrik's company. Shocking, we know. She looked behind her to see the passageway that lay ahead, chances were Estrik would meet some kind of opponent or the sort that he couldn't beat. Besides, she needed to find some people... she wasn't just here in the past for a pleasant vacation, though it certainly fealt like it. It was so... quiet. She was on her wit's end and was expecting someone to come from anywhere at any moment. She made sure she'd be able to drop into a battle stance at every moment, keeping a graceful balance about herself.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 17:55:47 GMT -5
"Sure, whatever floats your boat. Just no random blood-sucking, kay? Thanks," Estrik said as he continued onwards. Eithne seemed a bit different, and from some shattered shards he could pick up on the shallowest parts of her mind, he could see ((lolz, pun)) that she wasn't the same Eithne that had kicked him in the balls, used him as a canteen, and still didn't have a verbal conversation with him. The nerve of some vampires!
Anyway, Estrik kept his strategy of not having a strategy, which was a paradox unto itself. Rounding random turns and the like and not stopping for Eithne, because most likely she'd have caught up with him, he pressed onward into the maze.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 18:01:48 GMT -5
Eithne followed after Estrik, keeping up easily- speed was one of her strongpoints, what could we say? Anyways, she followed silently, "I'm not looking for a meal." she honestly sounded a bit insulted, she didn't actually talk to Estrik because she figured that he'd likely be focusing on his little bout of random precision instead of listening to people when they were talking to him. So she followed silently, almost like an assasin following Estrik in the dead of night. Would it kill the woman to make some noise when she followed? Apparently so.
((I'll bring in the next riddler sooner or later...))
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 18:09:13 GMT -5
"Just saying, because I think I'm starting to feel a scar," Estrik said as he rubbed the side of the neck that Eithne had most often fed from. Two small bite marks appeared to be scarring there, just like how Estrik had predicted. Contrary to Eithne who made no apparent noise at all, Estrik began to what might be considered a sad attempt at whistling. It was okay, but it came out raspy and not at all like how the birds sing. The song was something of a military tune; although the country of origin was unknown, probably to most but Estrik and a couple others at the institution.
((Meh, a bit o' writer's block))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 18:14:36 GMT -5
"I don't know wether or not it was stupid of me to think so or not... but believe it or not- I didn't think you were a jackass." Eithne, believe it or not didn't think Estrik would feel the need to restate and restate things with what seemed to be the intention of hurting her feelings or something of the sort. Eithne wasn't hurt, she was just annoyed, "Your redundance is rather irritating." she tilted her head to the side slightly and continued to follow Estrik, hoping the kid would find some new conversation topic because the wry tones of the conversation wasn't what Eithne wanted during her vacation. It was nice here and there wasn't any impending danger to speak of yet, Estrik should stop his bitching and just forget it. Eithne suppressed a slight laugh, why, though... she didn't seem to have any intention of revealing.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 18:24:14 GMT -5
"Well then, that's all you had to say," Estrik said back as he shrugged and continued on with his military-march tune. "So...weather nice from wherever...you...came from?" he asked, because he had no clue as to from where or when this Eithne was from, because judging by her actions as he had thought early, it wasn't the same girl.
"And really, can you actually define jackass? It changes from person to person, so a jackass could be a sarcastic idiot here, and a donkey somewhere else," Estrik said back, as if trying to spark a debate of some sort between the two.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 18:33:58 GMT -5
"Weather? Haven't taken time lately to care about the weather- too busy with... other things. Also, you're a 'sarcastic idiot' if that'll clear anything up for you." she glanced up at the sky for a moment as if she had forgotten that the sky was even there and she just had to check, as if the clouds might have turned to ash and she sky enflamed. Eithne was comforted by the clear blue sky, blemished only by a few cirrus clouds whisping in the expanse. She smiled as she looked back to the subject at hand- Estrik and this madhouse.
A figure stepped out in front of them, "You're almost done." she said, her voice almost without any emotion, the slightest range showed that she might actually have some sort of feeling. She was dressed in some sort of black and red dress that was cut in a manner that some would say was rather flattering of her, even if she looked like some kind of whore-ish doll or the sort. She nodded, "Three swine brothers live on thier own, a lone attacker they to meet, according to thier lots sown, how many porkers did the intruder eat?" she asked, and to be honest... it was a very odd riddle, if it was a riddle at all.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 18:52:52 GMT -5
"Thank you," Estrik said with a sarcastic nod and smile. When the woman appeared and spoke the riddle, a light went on almost immediately, "Is the answer the Three Little Pigs?" He felt completely sure upon the answer, but then again, he had an unfortunate habit of not always getting the answer right the first time. It was a negative compensation for some other 'talents' he had. "Yeah, the Three Little Pigs. I'm as sure as I'm sure that I think therefore I am," Estrik said aloud as he reassured himself in his answer.
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