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Post by demonfire on Apr 7, 2008 20:24:25 GMT -5
"Yeah. Sure, Pokemon, whatever," Estrik said as he shrugged and made an expression that said, 'Okay then'.
"And c'mon, it's pretty hard to be sneaky nowadays. Everyone's got some way of figuring you out," the blind kid said. "It's evolution. Just got to evolve with it, y'know?" he asked in a best-friend-telling-you-straight-up-but-nicely way.
"So, are we going to get a riddle now or something?" he asked as he tapped his foot as if waiting on the results of an important test.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 8, 2008 20:14:54 GMT -5
Okay... yeah- Eithne knew what pokemon was... it was one of those things people find by accident, really... but you know what? To hell with it. Eithne could tell she had just struck a geek-ish nerve upon mentioning the out of date game... so she just sighed and looked towards the riddler, awaiting a question.
"It's not the same when you're expected..." The stranger lamented, though the rules said that Eithne and Estrik couldn't pass untill they answered a riddle or the riddle-maker was dead... well... if the stranger wasn't going to say a riddle any time soon- they could wait or give his head a vacation from his shoulders. Most people would suggest that they wait for the riddle, or perhaps try to coax a riddle from him, because it was the humane thing to do... but this was TMA so God only knows what they were actually going to do.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 8, 2008 20:30:56 GMT -5
"Just stop stalling and give us the riddle," Estrik said as he raised his eyebrow in an annoyed manner. He really just needed to give them the riddle, unless of course it was a riddle of patience. But if it was, it would be obvious the blind child would fail. Epically fail.
"Yeah, I've got places to be and people to see, so if you could just part with a riddle for a moment..." he said, expecting the man to just tell him the riddle right then and there so Estrik could be on his merry way toward the middle of the maze, but at this rate, he'd be lucky to make it past this guy before a mid-life crisis.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 8, 2008 20:42:49 GMT -5
"From what I've gathered... you can't see- so you have no people to 'see' any time in the upcoming future." The stranger had so wonderfully mentioned, seeing the flaw in Estrik's dialogue and utterly not realizing that blindness was something that some people might be perhaps a bit sensitive about.
Eithne suppressed some laughter, obviously finding the blatant pointing out of Estrik's misfortune rather humorsome... because hey- not even Brandon could deny it... blind kids were funny... especially when you move around the furniture in thier dorm rooms... not like anyone did that to Estrik or anything... that would be just cruel. but epically hilarious at the same time.
((*saw the opportunity for verbally abusing Estrik*))
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Post by demonfire on Apr 8, 2008 20:51:36 GMT -5
Estrik grimaced as he swallowed the comment about being blind. It was only a figure of speech! Literal bastard. "Just tell me the riddle before my self-esteem isn't the only thing that's crushed," he said as he began to threaten the man-thing. Estrik gripped his staff in anger as he prepared to make the hardest hit to the man's balls if the situation need be. "I think some of your very little friends down there wouldn't be too pleased after you don't tell me this."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 9, 2008 19:04:51 GMT -5
Eithne rolled her eyes, of course Estrik was impatient- why wouldn't he be? He never seemed to be a being with a single bit of patience in him before... of course he'd still be equally stupid as before. She nonetheless seemed amused by all of this. "Soo... are you going to violently castrate him now... or give him a few moments to think of a riddle... I mean look at him... you scared it." she shook her head, it wasn't a good idea to frighten those who were going to decide whether or not you'd proceed through a labyrinth.
"Umm... uhh.... if uhh..." the riddle-person looked nervously from Eithne to Estrik and vice versa, "If the red house is made of red brick, the yellow house is made of yellow brick, and the blue house is made of blue stone, what is the green house made of?" he spoke quickly, saying the first riddle to come to mind, obviously it was a rather old one but hey... he wanted to keep his 'goods' so he had to say something.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 9, 2008 20:28:33 GMT -5
"The greenhouse is made of glass," Estrik said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He seemed a bit bored with this new riddler, obviously not seeing the connection between rushed response and simple riddle. "I think I've heard that one like..." Estrik said as he began to count on his fingers, eventually reaching past ten fingers, "I'll tell you when I count the number."
Somewhere in the bushes a rustling was heard, and one could see the camouflaged image of a kumquat. It was just watching, waiting, waltzing, and weighing. The thing was indeed a busy kumquat. Nevertheless, it looked at the group before disappearing back into the bushes with a vengeance.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 9, 2008 20:48:44 GMT -5
The riddler's shoulders sagged a bit, "They were right... I'm never going to be any good at this... I'd be better off teaming up with some vengeful, odd, tropical fruit or something... pssh- like that'd ever happen." He shook his head before letting the two pass by, "If you want- I can tell you how to get to the center..." though chances were these people would decline his offer, it was something.
Eithne shrugged, looking from Estrik towards the bushes quietly, half expecting something to be there, but she must have missed it or something because there was nothing there. The vampiress shrugged. Must have been the wind or something, so she just watched Estrik to see if he was somehow actually trying not to be an asshole to the poor riddler. Eithne fealt bad for the person, yeah, sure... and it didn't help to know that the person didn't have quite as many years to live as anyone might have hoped. It made seeing people rather depressing.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 9, 2008 20:56:16 GMT -5
"Sure, whatever man. I want to finish this thing," Estrik said as he began to hop up on the balls of his feet and loosen himself up. His shoulders bounced around as he didn't move them himself at all. "Center, yeah, thanks man," he said absentmindedly. He looked like he zoned out and began to focus on a bush, as he could have sworn that something was watching him! Estrik shook his head as he realized that nothing was there because he couldn't 'see' it.
"Are we being stalked or something?" Estrik asked both of them.
The kumquat could apparently hide its aura and presence well. It seemed to be a master of stealth, as one could only expect from a tropical fruit.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 11, 2008 20:49:18 GMT -5
Eithne shrugged, she had the feeling that they were being followed as well, but she couldn't really locate much of anything that could be following them, she couldn't even hear a heartbeat- so if there was anything, she figured it was undead, and then therefor most likely her fault... then again, she knew that Dale was here. Dale could be blamed for these things, yeah- she'd have to have a chat with Dale some time in the near future.
The riddler nodded, "Take a left up here and then take the third turn on your right- after that take the first left turn you come to, then a left. Follow these directions exactly and you'll get there without a problem. Getting out of the center is a different story, though." The man nodded, letting them go on thier way now.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 18, 2008 19:30:39 GMT -5
"If I can get through all of these riddlers, I think I can manage getting out of the center," Estrik said. He fiddled with his fingers a moment as he pondered what could possibly be the final test to get out of the center. It would most likely be some weird fruit from China or something, knowing his luck. "Left, right three, left, left," he muttered to himself.
"Okay, got it. Make sure to guard your 'valuables'. You never know who might come along and destroy them," Estrik said with a smile that really shouldn't have been. An eerie feeling flowed from it like a river, rushing in with its ebbs and flows.
The blind child made his way through the maze, letting the turns prescribed by the stranger as they came. Left, third right, left, and left. He inhaled deeply as he reached the center, eagerly awaiting the other RPer to describe it.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 18, 2008 22:21:47 GMT -5
The other RPer paused at her keyboard and silently laughed as she was told what to do, bowing her head and smiling before she got to work on her post, and of course she'd start it off by telling her wonderful friend Brandon how she responded to the post, it wouldn't have been so much fun if she didn't.
Eithne looked around silently, it was a circular kind of area, a small roofed porch type thing in the center, it was made of marble of course and it looked very out of place, especially considering the table that was there, covered in a beautiful feast of foods, luscious grapes waiting to be eaten and meats cooked and still warm as they awaited thier time to be consumed, expensive wines and cheeses laid out and other fine fruits beckoning the two to eat them.
Eithne frowned, "Well, then..." she raised a single eyebrow, "If this isn't some kind of weird." she turned to Estrik to see his reaction, in all honesty- Eithne didn't like it... SHE even fealt tempted to go eat some of the food, and none of it was even remotely close to a vampire's normal fare. It was probably enchanted or something of that sort, but still... her mouth watered and her stomach ached as she looked towards the food, her fangs even began to extend, she was beginning to feel effects as if she hadn't eaten in some good number of months. Obviously someone wanted them to eat the food... which was more reason not to.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 19, 2008 18:26:28 GMT -5
"Oh thank GOD!" Estrik yelled as caught the scent of food and as he threw his hands up; a single tear of joy rolled out from under his blindfold. It wasn't that there wasn't another riddle-man popping out from the bushes, or that he had reached the center of the maze, but the sheer fact that there was food. Yes, food. The smartest men think with their stomachs, and so do the stupid ones. "I really don't care if this stuff is poison," Estrik said, "because I'm hungry enough to eat an entire refrigerator." After vomiting the contents of your stomach, one could usually muster up enough energy to eat some more.
He walked up to the food and eagerly rubbed his hands together. Estrik laid his staff against the table and began with a single grape, as if teasing himself for the main meal so that it would taste all the more sweeter.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 20, 2008 11:52:23 GMT -5
"Estrik... that's not a good idea..." Eithne said, narrowing her eyes at the stupidity of the boy, "Why would there be a random feast in the middle of a maze?" she asked, though she didn't expect it'd do a good job of persuading Estrik not to eat the food. It seemed like Estrik had no sense about him and watching him eat didn't make it any easier for herself to keep her wits about her. She crossed her arms and stood there, trying not to go for the nearest steak or something, there was a roast duck there that was looking pretty good... but she didn't dare move at all.
Every food that could possibly be though of was there, prepared to the best standards possible, like a massive five star resturant had decided to make whatever Estrik could have possibly wanted to eat. It was like heaven... and it was positively delicious. One bite and it would take an army of Chuck Norris to get someone away from such a banquet. Too bad Estrik had eaten one grape, huh?
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Post by demonfire on Apr 21, 2008 20:33:32 GMT -5
"Well, robbing banks isn't a good idea but people still do it anyway," Estrik spoke in-between bites of apples and grapes. He began to voraciously dig in to the banquet with much force now, "And there's a huge feast because I'm awesome, that's why." Steak was slathered into his pallet, along with potatoes, a bit of wine, and other delicacies. It was a wonder about how Estrik could stay so skinny with how much he ate. Guess it was just that male metabolism, huh?
"I just love this!" Dale said as he appeared next to Eithne clad in umpire padding and uniform and laughing hysterically with his hands on his knees to support him. Estrik seemed not to notice his arrival, and most likely wouldn't for that matter. "Guess it's true how all y'all just think with your stomachs," he said to Eithne in an 'Haha-I-Won' kind of tone.
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