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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:58 pm
The man known to the men of Yui as Thorn moved to the stage of the old inn and lit the lamps all around it. The common room grew oddly quiet. He took a deep breath and held up the book in his hand.
"In this book," he began slowly, "is a recording of the never ending Yurinchi - Riddle Game. I shall read the last riddle from the book, the one that has not yet been answered. Once it is answered, I shall write down it down and the one who answered it will take my place on the stage. He will then say his own riddle, of his own creation. One will answer that and take his place."
Thorn sat down in the chair on the stage and opened the book.
"The beginning of End and Eternity,
The end of Life and Love."
Okay, basicly someone has to answer (in roleplay or story form) the last unanswered riddle. If they are correct, they discribe their character walking to the stage ad saing their new riddle. When someone guesses an answer you must tell them if they are right or wrong (in story form). If they are right, also include your character walking off the stage. This is in a sort of fantasy world inn, full of travelers (but no magic). My character is the recorder of all the riddles. Sound like fun?
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 6:53 pm
A boy in the back, previously silent as the grave, looked up at the man's proclaimation. Deep cobalt eyes gazed steadily towards the stage, the crystallic irises expressing for the first time tonight. Setting down his glass of rum--which he hated the taste of, but loved the effect--Kerry rose from his slouch, running a hand through slightly-mussed, ebony hair softer than down.
"Intruiguing..." the boy thought to himself. All his life he had loved riddles. He though himself, by no means, good, but this one seemed rather simple--something he had heard once before.
At the silence of the audience, Kerry stood slowly from his chair, nearly toppling the poor object as slight drunkeness and low blood pressure impaired his ability to balance. When his mind cleared, he found himself staring at the man onstage.
"E," he said in his nightengale voice, even the single letter like a note played on an angel's bells. His voice was steady and sure despite the clouding of his eyes. He had steadied himself and stood like a pristine statue before the others, whose eyes he felt and adored the holding of. "The answer is 'E.'"
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 9:05 am
((Whoops, sorry I'm not paying attention much.))
Thorn did not smile, nor was he much impressed. Still the answer was given and he could not deny the answer was correct. He scribbled the line "The letter E." beneath the riddle before standing up and offering his chair to the one who had spoken.
He did this without saying a word.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:43 am
Kerry walked up to the man with a sly smile--despite the other's lack of one--though perhaps it was just the alcohol making him so amiable. He swayed a it as he sauntered to the front, but his slightly glazed eyes locked on those of the man. His normally pale cheeks were pink with drunkenness and, upon reaching the other, Kerry leaned towards him--their faces not an inch apart.
Soft, pink lips parted--there was a smell of alcohol on the boy's warm breath--and whispered softly. So close up, Kerry was indistinguishable from a young female--though this was a fact he'd never admit. He lowered his thick eyelashes--shading the endlessly deep blue of his irises like a shadow over the calm ocean. His long fingers moved to caress the other's cheek--the touch was soft and smooth; the hands of one who had never know labor.
"Thank you, sir..."
The words were sweet as nectar and the sound holy as ambrosia. He spoke quietly so none other than Thorn could hear the words said.
He moved on, then, movements swaying yet smooth and graceful--he would not let his beauty go to waste even when drunk beyond belief.
Kerry did not sit. He stood with his weight on one foot and raised one hand to run through his dark, silken hair as the index finger of his right hand trailed down the page until he found the next riddle. The words seemed to merge in his vision, but he spoke slowly and his words came out surprisingly crisp and clear.
"A man was found murdered one Sunday morning.
His wife immediately called the police.
The police questioned the wife and staff and was given these alibis:
The Wife claimed she was in bed reading a book.
The Cook claimed she was cooking breakfast.
The Gardener claimed he was planting seeds.
The Maid claimed she was getting the mail.
The Butler claimed he polishing the silver.
The police instantly arrested the murdered. Who did it and how did they know?"
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 12:02 pm
Amelia had been sitting in a corner, not paying much attention to the scene, but she heard the riddle nonetheless. An answer immediately sprang to mind, and seeing no one else come forward, she stepped closer and rested her hand on the table.
"It was the maid," she said simply, brushing her golden bangs from her eyes with her free hand. "There is no mail on Sundays."
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 1:19 pm
Kerry smiled at her, looking quite pleased.
"That's correct," he replied and--copying the man from before--scrawled the correct answer into the book.
He returned to his seat to sit lazily and nurse another bottle--this one of whiskey.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 1:49 pm
Amelia smiled politely at him, nodded, and gracefully sat in the chair, tucking her long skirt under her.
"Let's see," she muttered, quickly scrolling down the page.
"'I reach for the light
Cringe from the dark
I am of every color and shade
And live for sweet springtime air
What am I?'" she read, slowly and deliberately. The girl sat back, brushing her bangs out of her line of vision once more, and waited.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 4:59 pm
((Opps, how this is suppose to work is that the characters make up one, and Thorn, the recorder writes it down and the answer once someone answers it. So he is writing all this in his ten-pound book. Sorry for not explain that properly. Let's just remember that from now.))
Thorn paused after writing down the riddle. Either the riddle was absurdly easy, or devilishly tricky. He waited, curious to see how other people would think of this - and how they would answer. He did not answer unless there was no one else to do so.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 9:45 am
((And now he - I - can't answer because I guessed it over PMs. I can't say without permission from Sachi. Do I have it?))
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