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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 19:14:48 GMT -5
The woman shook her head, "I'm sorry- try again." she was smiling, "One more guess... and then I'll have a riddle for miss Eithne." she looked towards Eithne, "Alden really does want his sister back, why'd you leave...?" she asked. She officially raised her creepiness level by a very large number, but nonetheless she looked back to Estrik, awaiting a riddle.
"Estrik... this is Marilyn... she's normally following around a kid named Alden... in case you were wondering. Well anyways, you see... this Alden kid has issues. And he thinks I'm his sibling, and he thinks Marilyn is his mother. Alden changes reality, Estrik... and I have a feeling that if you get the riddle wrong- he may do something in accordance to the tale the riddle reffers to, as you've figured out, it's The Three Little Pigs. Now might I make a suggestion?" Eithne really didn't want misfortune to befall Estrik... and she kinda wanted the same helping hand in her own riddle because from what she knew of Alden, nothing from these two riddles could be good. Why the hell did people follow her from the future? It made everything dreadfully painstaking...
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 20:26:01 GMT -5
"Pfft, if a wolf tried to eat me, he'd die from the smell first," Estrik said jokingly. He mentally slapped himself for not actually giving the answer to the riddle, and thus lost a chance. "I got it. That was just a lapse in brainpower. No worries."
"Two porkers died," Estrik said to the seemingly soulless ersatz shell of a woman aka Marilyn.
"So, guess this kid has been reading a bit too many bedtime stories?" Estrik asked Eithne. He got up on the balls of his feet and began to box the air, as if expecting this little kid to pop out so he could give him the old one-two.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 2, 2008 20:46:44 GMT -5
"Mistress Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow?" Eithne gestured towards Marilyn, this was a profound yes on the question of Alden and his knowlege of stories.
Marilyn nodded, "Two, indeed." she then looked towards Eithne and awaited some kind of signal that they were ready for the next riddle, hopefully Estrik and Eithne knew thier bedtime stories fairly well. Well, Eithne fealt well prepared and surely Estrik did as well.
"Okay, then..." Eithne narrowed her eyes, preparing to hear whatever it was they were to solve, figuring that if she decided it was likely to be easy- it would be nigh impossible... and if she decided it would be hard... it might be really easy... she expected it to be hard, but she hoped it'd be easy.
"I'm seen around a lot, talked about in many ways, find me raven to see calamity haunts your coming days. Tell a thing, that shouldn't have been said, to those around, then peer inside the sack, there I am no longer to be found. Nosiness, prying, snooping, leaves me fearfull, full of dread, for these things are likely to see me soon laying dead. These clues amassed should start to give some image, an idea, of who or what I may be, so can you tell me? Is it clear?" Marilyn tapped her foot, obviously expecting an immediate answer. "Two guesses. One per person." she didn't seem too inclined to give them too long to answer, either.
((I'm seen around a lot, talked about in many ways, Find me raven to see calamity haunts your coming days. Tell a thing, that shouldn't have been said, to those around, Then peer inside the sack, there I am no longer to be found. Nosiness, prying, snooping, leaves me fearfull, full of dread, For these things are likely to see me soon laying dead. These clues amassed should start to give some image, an idea, Of who or what I may be, so can you tell me? Is it clear?
if you wanted to see it written out as a poem....))
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Post by demonfire on Apr 2, 2008 20:58:59 GMT -5
"Err...Humpty Dumpty?" Estrik asked-answered, pretty much just guessing on his and his RPers part, because his RPer had pretty much forgotten most of the stories he'd heard before. Knowing his luck once again, it was going to be some obvious answer that he would have thought of had he as much common sense as a drought-stricken area had water. It was the most apparent flaw in his design; his major malfunction if you would. No one ever accused him of having common sense, after all.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 3, 2008 16:59:49 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, my dears.. but that's incorrect. It's horribly incorrect." Marilyn was relaxed and calm, a small bit of laughter rang in her dialogue. Her moods reflected those of her creator. Her moods mirrored Alden's... Alden was sure that Estrik and Eithne would get the riddle wrong, then again- it didn't actually matter if they got it wrong or right. He'd still be able to make the changes to the universe that he wanted. Somebody was going to be punished for running away into this time, and one could only guess who that was...
'Nice going, Estrik...' Eithne sent telepathically to Estrik, 'And since this is our last guess... might I suggest we actually think about it?" Eithne wasn't too happy here, Marilyn was too relaxed and it wasn't comforting to know that the twelve year old who wants your head on a platter was in a good mood. "And in case it might give you a better understanding of the situation... I think Alden is more than a bit 'miffed' at me... because he tried to basically make me believe I was his sister... worked for a while, actually... but after I got away, he wasn't really pleased." Eithne shrugged as if what she just revealed to Estrik wasn't anything particularly important... though some people would beg to differ.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 3, 2008 19:26:18 GMT -5
Estrik put his hands up in a way as to say, 'Chill, Eithne'. He dug deep into the corners, bottom, sides, dusty spaces, and everything in between his mind as he tried to muster up an answer to the riddle. Something that came out of the sack, when it was raven brought misfortune, and when questions and the like killed it. Well, ravens were black, so when it is black it brings bad luck. Black cats were a bad omen, or so he was told, and curiosity killed the cat and someone let the cat out of the bag. Pretty big signs that pointed to the answer, but Estrik had to get his head out of his ass first.
"The answer is a cat," Estrik said with confidence and reassurance in his answer. This Marilyn girl was pretty weird.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 3, 2008 20:20:39 GMT -5
"ESTRIK! HOW ABOUT TALKING THINGS OVER FIRST!" Eithne didn't like her future being put into flight by the wings of a quick thought on Estrik's part... admittedly Estrik wasn't her last choice for the current moment, but he certainly wasn't the first... though he was right up there. "Look! You probably got it wrong and Alden's gonna change reality and shit, and I don't wanna have to go through with all of that again!-"
"Correct."
"SEE! LOOK! NOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO-... wait..." There was a mental sigh of relief that probably got transmitted to Estrik. "Okay, thanks..." she looked towards Marilyn and it was rather unsettling- she was still smiling.
"Alden looks forward to prolonging it, anyways..." She shrugged, "Proceed." she stepped aside, letting Eithne and Estrik through. Obviously Eithne was still going to be treated as if she had her question wrong. Lucky her.
"Great..." the sarcasm was rich in her mental tone. "Just what I needed..."
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Post by demonfire on Apr 4, 2008 21:56:56 GMT -5
"What did I tell you, Eithne?" Estrik said in an I-Told-You-So manner to the vampiress. This Alden sounded like quite the spoiled brat to Estrik, and really needed to be knocked down a peg. "This kid is gonna get the snot kicked out of him...maybe not now, but sometime soon," he said back to Eithne, as if trying to reassure her in the fact that Alden might get the snot kicked out of him.
Estrik walked past Marilyn without really acknowledging her presence with a simple 'Goodbye', because obviously she didn't deserve one.
((Meh, it's a bit short, but I got nothing else, ))
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 5, 2008 16:31:58 GMT -5
Eithne lightly hit Estrik over the head, "Humility is normally considered a good thing, I'd suggest you try it sometime..." she didn't feel so happy right now.... because obviously Alden was still planning on bending reality. THe child didn't understand the consequences of much of his magic... which was certainly a bad thing. Alden had probably killed thousands of people without realizing it, not that he was likely to care about the losses. Alden was dangerous, dangerous by default, not by character. Her mind went through the possibilities- perhaps they could send in a small party... Alden was dangerous when the Nine could controll him and the sort, but Eithne was busy thinking of ways to perhaps change Alden's standing to some more helpful place. Number four could easily change the way things were going. Eithne sighed and her shoulders sagged, she was obviously rather stressed and with her methods of using time travel like she was, it was a miracle she didn't accidentally send herself somewhere to get herself killed by now.
Time travel was a useful thing- when you've been captured... when you're free you can time travel so you can still perform your duties when you were gone. You were never late for everything and multitasking was an easy feat. She was basically... everywhere she needed to be... yay.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 5, 2008 16:41:23 GMT -5
"I don't respect soulless husks," Estrik said. He thought of these things as the same quality of life as a rock, only this was a moving, talking hunk of stone. "And beside, this Alden sounds like he doesn't dish out as much respect as he should; and I live by the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would do unto you," the blind child said as he continued into the maze. I bet that you could already guess how he was going and what his strategy was, huh? Yeah, 'Do whatever seems good now' strategy works for him. It was a very short-sighted one, but whatever works works.
Estrik began to stick his staff into various bushes randomly, as if trying to find some hidden treasure. When it hit something solid, he went in and grabbed it. It was a sword of awesomeness that could pwn anyone within a 20 mile radius besides himself! Oh no, wait. It's a kumquat. Estrik threw the strange fruit thing back into the bushes and continued on.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 6, 2008 18:23:11 GMT -5
Eithne sighed in a manner that seemed to say 'that's not in any way what I meant... but oh well...' she followed Estrik silently, "So what are we looking for, exactly?" she asked, her eyes looking around quietly, "Because I know you weren't reaching into the bushes for a tropical fruit..." she shook her head, the random moment really wasn't something she had expected to happen, kumquats didn't even grow in the general area of Twilight Moon Academy, which could only raise questions.
The kumquat sat in it's emo loneliness, discarded by the world and Estrik... nobody loved the delicious kumquat... it was alone and probably going to sit there and rot... it was the sad fate of such a kumquat... such a sad, lonely, emo kumquat... it was picked on at school, all the other fruits didn't like it so much and he always sat alone during lunch, all the girls laughed at this particular kumquat and all the guys would regularly beat up the kumquat as soon as school let out...
poor kumquat.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 7, 2008 15:43:12 GMT -5
"Well, I was looking for something random that would inevitably prove to be useful against some final foe," Estrik said as he continued walking, "Like a super-magical sword or something, but obviously I didn't find that." In his head he could imagine the kumquat already writing dark poetry and uploading angry vlogs to Youtube.
Maybe they didn't grow in the general area that was Twilight Moon Academy, but now they did! And besides, if one would listen very closely--very closely--you would hear the soft 'click' of an umpire ticker and a light chuckle coming from a strange, chaotic individual. A soft rustle was all that was heard before a gust of wind picked up the laughter and blew it away like dust.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 7, 2008 16:15:41 GMT -5
Eithne didn't seem to miss the little click, "Dale..." she sighed and shook her head. Here was one difference... Eithne from this time would have no clue who Dale was... but this Eithne... THIS one was from the future... so she was obviously more knowlegable about the people on the Twilight Moon Academy grounds. She looked towards Estrik, "You honestly think you'll find a weapon in the bushes?" she asked, obviously believing it was a stupid concept. Oh well... some stupid people were entitled to thier stupid concepts.
Why did she consider Estrik stupid? Well there was a number of reasons- almost as many reasons she had to consider him fairly intelligent... but hey- Estrik was a stupid relatively smart person. Things like that were possible here at TMA.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 7, 2008 16:26:35 GMT -5
"People have found stranger things in stranger places," Estrik said as he shrugged. He kept walking and sticking his staff into the bushes, leaving a rather large hole in the bush from where his staff was put in that began to slowly regenerate with the volume of a muted pin drop. The blind child kept walking on through the maze, eyes intently ahead, even if they were as much use as a rock in a tree.
Estrik ceased with the bush killing and began using his staff like an actual walking stick. His feet made a rhythmic stepping pattern, with his staff coming in with its own drumbeat. Soon, he began making quiet beatbox-like noises to add to the complexity until he had made a STOMP-worthy rhythm. Yeah, Estrik had some phat beats.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 7, 2008 16:56:38 GMT -5
"Do you have to do that?" Eithne asked, obviously not finding Estrik's 'beats' very 'phat'... what could she say... she didn't like little poser kids. Oh well... "Three... two... one..." she whispered absentmindedly.
"You don't have to be obnoxious about it..." came an unfamiliar voice, "Here I thought I was being all sneaky about it, but nooo..." the stranger shook his head, it was obviously another riddler. Eithne was able enough to figure that out a few minutes before, as Estrik should have been able to notice.
"Is it just me or is this hedge maze starting to remind you of the pokemon games, too?" She tapped Estrik on the shoulder, obviously talking to him. People would jump outta nowhere and challenge you... kinda sounded like pokemon to Eithne, if she got the concept right. She chuckled slightly, life at Twilight Moon Academy... she'd almost forgot how pleasant it could be if you managed to actually focus on things instead of worrying so much.
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