Ozymandias

Klen stood slowly, not moving from the spot. Eyeing Rukmini, then the human male again he brushed some fur that had been seared from his face off of his sleve, as though contemplating. "Humans, however, have a notorious liking for- what is your kind's quaint term? -fast women? The fact alone of how many of the instructors are both human, and male would seem to explain her quite ably." Rukmini glared furiously at him, finally catching onto his implication.

To be continued...

I HAD to include your OOC Master P. It just fit too beautifully. :>)

"Trust no-one, aren't we taught?", Klen said in an eeire calm. Abruptly he drove his forehead into Palu's nose. The man's face spurted a gout of blood with the violence of the impact. A split second after the first blood flew, the older Bothan drove a hard right at his opponent's right tricep, followed by a knee to his solar plexus. The scrred bothan was faster than Palu had thought, and he barely rolled with the impact of the punishing blows. The former Jedi knew full well when an opponent was aiming to cripple, or kill. It seemed every one of his foe's strikes were aimed to do just that. Palu leapt behind him, and grinned humorlessly at Klen and Rukmini both.

NOTE: All OOC comments have been removed in all of the RP I will be posting, except where noted.

The Sphinx's riddles Round One: 'What's black and white and red all over?' Round Two: 'No legs sits on four legs as two legs sits on three.' 'What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?' Round Three: 'White sheep, white sheep, on a blue hill, when the wind stops, you all stand still. When the wind blows, you run away slow, white sheep, white sheep, where do you go?' 'There's this island and there is only one bridge to get on and off it. The bridge can only support 200 pounds at a time. Now there's this man who has to get three jewels across the bridge. The man weighs 198 pounds, and each jewel weighs a pound. The problem is how does the man get all the jewels across the bridge in only one trip?' 'See if you can translate the following: Y Y U R Y Y U B I C U R Y Y 4 M E' Round Four: 'We are little creatures; all of us have different features. One of us in glass is set; one of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and the fourth is boxed within. If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we?' 'Around the mill, there is a walk, After the walk, there is a key. What am I?' 'I have a hundred legs, But cannot stand. I have a long neck, But no head. I cannot see, and I'm neat and tidy, As can be. What am I?' 'The first is foremost legally The second circles outwardly The third leads in victory The last twice ends a nominee What am I?' Round Five: 'Often talked of, never seen, Ever coming, never been, Daily looked for, never here, Still approaching, coming near. Thousands for it's visit wait. But alas for their fate, Tho' they expect me to appear, They will never find me here. What am I?' 'Long legs and crooked thighs, Little head and no eyes.' 'Four and twenty white bulls Fate upon a stall, Forth came the red bull And licked them all.' 'The hangman stands at the crossroads. All must pass him. All must speak to him. If you tell him the truth, he hangs you with his noose. If you tell him a lie, he beheads you with his sword. One woman passes by him and speaks to him daily. What does she say?' 'Black within and red without, Four corners round about.' And the bonus riddle: 'Why is a raven like a writing desk?'

*raises hand* A promotion? No, wait, that'd be a LOT of blood... (Hey Knight- TAG! You're it!!! )

Klen arrives at the combat training areas to find them oddly deserted. "Seems everyone's hot for Jedi blood. Hm. Hadn't expected it to take away from combat, however." Nonetheless, his lightsaber belies his calm countenance and fur as it remains activated and glowing its shimmering light. Turning on his heel, he moves with all haste back to the main corridors and toward the bunks. A couple of teenage boys block his way about halfway to the students' quarters in this wing. Klen recognized them immediately. He could not remember their names, but he knew they were Corellian. He also knew they were avid and loudmouthed followers of a racist gang that had sprung up whose galatic 'genetic cleansing' agenda not-so-secretly included the nonhuman races of this academy. They both leered at him, confident and predatory. One made the uncouth comment of "Stars. Who knew they were letting vrelts in the academy?" Two minutes later, one lay in a pool of his own blood and teeth, unconscious. The other tried to crawl after him screaming gurgling obscenities, with both legs broken at the knee joint. Klen's confident stride hiccuped a bit now, as he had misjudged the speed of the one who thought he was witty, and the boy had gotten a homemade knife blade in his side before the Bothan could drop him. He left it undisturbed, as he knew it would staunch the bleeding until he pulled it out, as well as giving him an unexpected opportunity to practice his pain blocking meditations. He slipped into a semi-trance, pushing the anger from his needless hampering into a flow outward to strengthen and numb his wounded muscles. Klen rounded the first corner toward the bunks just in enough time to see Palu enter...Rukmini's room? Many were the curiousities today. He'd not thought Palu that shallow. Even for a Sith acolyte. Palu heard the thrum of a lightsaber before he felt Klen's prescence, and this alone let him duck under the bone-cracking haymaker that had been aimed at his right temple.

"Now this is different," Klen murmured bemusedly. Standing, plate still in hand, mug of coffeine in the other, he walked away and dumped the rest of his meal into the garbage. Taking a big swig of the high-energy drink, Klen closed the lid and reaffixed the mug to his belt before striding off down the halls toward the practice grounds. As he walked, he reviewed quickly basic knowledge of Jedi conduct. Grace...finesse...balance, in one's battles as well as everyday life. Klen thought, and thought. Closing the distance to the training areas, he ignited his lightsaber. The ruby blade flashed into being with its customary snap-hiss. (OOC: Yup. Vote for Knight. BRING IT!)

As it stands- My time online is still crunched enough from day to day that I'm not sure when I'll be posting up RP as well as the riddles (without their answers, so anyone who wants to continue may), and since the carnival is now over I want to give everyone who did not have a chance to finish the riddles (AKA everyone who didn't decide to quit, and who hasn't already finished) 10 geld apiece- but no more. If you've any questions or comments, put them in this thread or PM me. Either way's fine, but PM is preferable. Thanks again, everyone. It's been a lot of fun. :>)

The Bothan called Klen listened to the headmaster's speech attentively, smile growing wider and wider. By the time Darth Salakin finished speaking, his fur rippled in undisguised pleasure. A few of his seatmates, who had taken notice of this and had in response grown warier and warier, fairly all went for weapons at once when he let fly with his sharp, barking laugh very loudly and clapped the young human man next to him firmly on the back with his bionic left arm (a limb he had lost on his first day at the academy, to much derision from his peers. He had seemed to let all of it roll off his back, save for the the Quarren who had insulted his parents' intelligence. He joined Klen in the infirmary that day, after the Bothan had surged up from the operating table and neatly sliced all of the unfortunate beings' facial tentacles off with a scalpel.). "Finally, some action!", he declared to noone in particular. "This promises to be intersting." His fellow students settled somewhat when all else he did was tear into his meal with pleased grunts, but hands did not stray far from blasters, knives, or lightsabers.

I would like to play a Bothan called Klen. No-one in the academy (to his knowledge) knows his real name- he's notoriously tight-lipped about it. None even know the origin of the name 'Klen' as no-one (again, as far as he knows) has ever heard it; though linguists recognize it as Ubese dialect and to perhaps be a slang word, but that's as far as common knowledge has gotten. He makes little secret of refusing to discuss his past or present outside of the academy with fellow students and teachers, a fact which meets with mixed reactions from his peers and generally either quiet amusement or open irritation from the Sith. Klen's battle tactics, unlike his secrecy, are decidedly un-Bothan. He wields his red lightsaber as though it were an axe; hewing and slashing and chopping his way through battles, and shows his final oddity in a tendency to charge headlong into a fight first, and without a moment's hesitation, much like the more primitive races who still fight with sword, spear, and club. ...he also acquits himself without mercy and with open bloodlust as the most vicious of such races do. This has earned him many injuries, but also a grudging respect from those who realize the simple and absolute nature of his living the precepts of the Sith. Klen has earned distrust from more than a few as well, for those say that he lives the Sith way a little *too* eagerly. He is also quite mystifyingly talkative and gregarious (mystifying indeed in a Sith acolyte) -until his past, home, or any other personal detail are mentioned. Then he simply acts as though he did not hear you. The final clue as to who or what he really is his former master- Darth Tholl, a human with an even tigther mouth than Klen and markedly smaller amount of conversing with anyone who had a keen interest in genetic experimentation and vivisection. Darth Tholl's shuttle exploded on the launch pad one month after Klen arrived. He was vaporized. The culprit was found to be an assassin droid, and Klen was cleared of all (open) accusation.

But, how high was your final score? ;>) Good, good work. Please post more.

Ah, I missed the Name of the Rose. *weeps bitterly* I'll have to eat you next time...

/me waits patiently for Gryphon to tire, hands clasped behind my back whilst rocking back and forth on my heels. Gryphon (eventually) tires of the hugging. *TACKLEHUG* Missed you, Fuzzy.

Okay, connection...poop...under control, and shall be on about another ten minutes or so today, then back for a few hours at least tomorrow, need to take off Sunday (as usual), but otherwise, I'm here for the forseeable and nonforseeable future. :>)

Ozymandias makes an offical proclamation that February 10 shall now be known as Red Crayon Day, and celebrated in thanks for the Pen's walls becoming crayon illuminated and various unidentifibale sticky-substance handprinted as they have not been in a long, long time. Three cheers for our favorite rugrat architect! For Rune, builder of the Pen Keep and the non zombie-flavored mud pies!!!! OOC/IC: WELCOME BACK!~!!!

Gomen, my friends. As you may or may not know, I do not have a computer of my own. After my last reappearance in this thread, a few days later I abruptly lost one of the two computers that I commute to to get on the internet. Unfortunately, this had been the easiest one to use, so I have been completely without internet access for about the past week, which is why I did not let any of you know. Since all of you who wanted to participate and have been putting forth such great work and effort have been so good about this, and since this was entirely not your fault, I am going to see what I can do to fairly reward your efforts as I had promised, or ideally something a bit more so - however, how exactly that will happen is still in the works. But I promise you will not be shafted for my difficulties. At worst, you will get what geld I promised at the outset (as well as the riddles being posted and some pretty nifty RPing being posted too). All in all, this might take longer than the Winter Festival has left to run. If it does, it will only be a few days, but obviously special arrangements would have to be made for that too. Keep an eye on this thread for further updates. *sheepish look* So, Sweetcherrie, under the circumstances if you'd still like to participate go ahead and let me know in reply to the first riddle PM I am about to send you. If you don't want to any longer, also just let me know in reply to the PM I send you. Since the festival is so close to ending, Sweetcherrie will be the last applicant that I accept. Sorry again, and thank you again.

"We had an army leveled at us, Annael. We still don't know why. I would say precaution against another attack is only advisable. As for Tamaranis' army," Ozymandias added, more quietly, "I have fought alongside them myself. I can vouch for them. Stout, true, and apt soldiers all."

Signs on the dotted line. :>)

Sheesh, I'm gone for a week, and just look at the polite anarchy. :>) Knight, you're in plenty of time. All: Check your messages!

Thanks again 'shela. I do apologize for the abrupt abscence- computer access was nowhere near as good as I'd thought it would be for a few days there. But I'm back now. Check your inboxes, people!! Master P- I'll have those final two riddles to ya tonight. Rev and everyone else who's hit a stumper or two- Remember, all who offer some food (ANY food) for the sphinx may keep trying at the riddle(s) which they are stuck on without penalty (other than more food if you give wrong answers again). To all- This is not a booth which requires RP, but I'm thoroughly enjoying the roleplay that is going on, and would like to post our exchanges, if I may (I just want to keep to my 'no riddles posted until five people have gotten all five rounds right' rule, so I'll have to wait to put up all RP in proper context). Are all my roleplayers current and potential okay with that?