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questionauthority) wrote2011-03-10 02:57 pm
questionauthority) wrote2011-03-10 02:57 pm
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Riddle 021: Angel Aftermath
[Well, Edward's back from Westport, and he's definitely a little worse for the wear. This hasn't exactly been a very fun couple of days for him. As soon as he gets home, he shrugs off his coat, hangs his hat and his cane on the rack, and makes his way to the phone.]
[Public Call, standard filters in play]
This is Edward Nigma. I'm... back from Westport. I haven't heard too many things about what happened here in my absence, but I can't imagine it was very pleasant. Those of you in my Ethics class will no doubt be relieved to hear that I'm canceling tomorrow's class. Perhaps I might cancel a few classes next week as well, if I'm not fully recovered by then.
Your assignment for this weekend is to write a page or so on... Hmm. "What do you feel is the worst decision you've ever made?" ...that'll work. You can just leave them on my desk at school, if you wish; I'll collect them and grade them over the weekend.
[Private Call, filtered to the Legion of Doom]
I trust you're well, ladies and gentlemen?
...I'll be honest with you. This angel business has caused a major setback in our plans. If possible, I’d like to call another meeting to order at some point within the next two weeks. As an organization... we need to give ourselves more structure.
As for our meeting place? Well, I won’t hesitate to admit that my basement was not a Grade-A rendezvous point for our location. Still... I’d say I’m smart enough to have already found a much better spot. I’m a real class act, after all. Aren’t I?
[Action, for the Death House. Susan, Slugger, Terezi, or anyone else who may have crashed there during the angel takeover, feel free to run into Edward as he does his best to recuperate. He takes a shower and shaves his face, then comes downstairs in warm, clean clothes to make himself a massive lunch.]
[Public Call, standard filters in play]
This is Edward Nigma. I'm... back from Westport. I haven't heard too many things about what happened here in my absence, but I can't imagine it was very pleasant. Those of you in my Ethics class will no doubt be relieved to hear that I'm canceling tomorrow's class. Perhaps I might cancel a few classes next week as well, if I'm not fully recovered by then.
Your assignment for this weekend is to write a page or so on... Hmm. "What do you feel is the worst decision you've ever made?" ...that'll work. You can just leave them on my desk at school, if you wish; I'll collect them and grade them over the weekend.
[Private Call, filtered to the Legion of Doom]
I trust you're well, ladies and gentlemen?
...I'll be honest with you. This angel business has caused a major setback in our plans. If possible, I’d like to call another meeting to order at some point within the next two weeks. As an organization... we need to give ourselves more structure.
As for our meeting place? Well, I won’t hesitate to admit that my basement was not a Grade-A rendezvous point for our location. Still... I’d say I’m smart enough to have already found a much better spot. I’m a real class act, after all. Aren’t I?
[Action, for the Death House. Susan, Slugger, Terezi, or anyone else who may have crashed there during the angel takeover, feel free to run into Edward as he does his best to recuperate. He takes a shower and shaves his face, then comes downstairs in warm, clean clothes to make himself a massive lunch.]
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Explain.
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[Do you think he's just going to spill out his life story at the drop of a hat? He's not you Edward.]
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Just, continuing to cook.]
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You're hiding.
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You don't think that perhaps there might be a reason, you shouldn't know my past?
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But nobody's allowed to know your little secrets.
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[He seems to be enjoying this.]
You enjoy games though.
I'll ask you a question, if you get it right. I'll tell you something from my past.
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[Idly stirring the shells with a big wooden spoon.]
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If you get it wrong.
You have to tell me something from your past.
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I'll bite.
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Perhaps a riddle...
[He looks thoughtful....and then recites.]
I am the black child of a white father;
A wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me,
and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
What am I?
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Smoke.
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Well then. Something about my past.
I was born in Czechoslovakia.
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The storybook you'd brought over was written in Czech, wasn't it?
[There's got to be something there. A link to this young man and this strange book about monsters.]
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[Oh you have no idea....]
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One piece of information per question.
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[Well, it looks like the shells are almost done.]
Fetch me a strainer from the bottom cabinet.
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Would you like another question, or is that enough for today?
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[Further questioning requires further effort. And right now, Edward's damn hungry. So he'll be heading to the sink and pouring the shells into the strainer, getting rid of any excess water right now.]
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