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Asimovia poked the cat.

"Fine. Try this one: I have a name, but it isn't my name. My face shows signs of age, and I always mean the same thing, no matter what I say. I'm born in mourning, and I last 'til the end of days. Men plant me, but I never grow, they run from me, but I never move, they look at me and see their future, rotting in the fields where I bloom. What am I?"

The cheshire cat hummed, he hawed, he hummed and hawed again.

"Do you admit defeat, and that your database simply isn't casting a wide enough net to parse my wordplay?" the hatter asked, smug.

"No," the cat said.

"But you have no answer for him."

"Just give me a second!"

"No, cat. The time is up. Give me my reward. It's a tombstone."

[ exit ]

OOC

My character's username: Asimovia
My character's level: 8
Character's HP: 30
Small IC description of character: She's got chronic b***h face, but really, Asimovia is pretty friendly. Her outfit is all flash: a bustle skirt, fancy spats, a feathered top cut low to reveal some cleavage. It looks like her favourite accessories are traits: a pair of miniature wings, a devil tail, and big, black wings.

She is a badass, sirs and madams. She is a badass, and is here to DPS the <******** out of your face.

Character journal: here

[Entering]

Another interesting tree. And it seemed this one could talk, too.

Or not. The tree wasn’t talking. It’s cat was. …Had that been the smile from before? Things suddenly made a whole ton of sense to Waffleberry.

“Hello,” she said to the cat. “I…see no harm in a riddle.”

The cat wasted no time at all giving her one.


Waffleberry's face scrunched up in thought. "What can I hid but always find....hrm." She had no real idea. So she thought some more. For a very long time in fact. "You're...face?" She had to at least try.

Byakko looked around when he heard the voice only to spot the tree it seemed to be coming from. He walked over to it as it spoke, realizing it wasn't the tree, but the Cheshire on it that was talking to him. A riddle? Byakko grinned at the cat and readily agreed to the challenge.

~"What can chew you but never swallow?"~

The green haired male paused in thought. "Either your lips or your tongue." He said after a moment.

Now Feral was very lost. Everywhere he go he would see the same tree, the same flowers, the perfect alignment of rocks on the ground, and everything was just making him furious because he is completely lost with no where to go. He doesn't even remember how he got in here in the first place! He growled in anger for he was getting a terrible headache and needed a break. It was at that moment he arrived to a particular looking tree which was pleasant to see the bent shape as it was different than the others.

Walking up to it, he heard a voice greeting him from the tree. "Does this one talk too?" He thought as he looked at it, only to find a grin in the nook of the tree. There was a partially invisible cat grinning down at him in asking if he's here for a story or a riddle. Feral was getting a little annoy for even the way it speaks is all in riddles too and was force to indulge him in a game of riddles with this Cheshire cat.

"What kind of plant grows but never dies?"

Feral pondered at the question for he has no idea what the answer could be to this trivia. It was tough to think of what kind of plant grows, but never dies . . . unless it's not about some sort of flora or vegetation. There was an idea in mind in which he thinks it could work and answer the question. "Poison . . . it grows, but doesn't really die at all. It can corrupt the body, heart, and even the soul to the next life it follows; like karma." It was like his traditions as it made sense in his mind.

"All right, now it is your turn. Ask me a riddle, and give me a second to think. If I guess right however, I win. If I don't guess right, then you win, and I will give you my treasure. Come now, ask me anything. A riddle is as good as a story."

Feral blinked, he needed to think of a riddle now to ask of him as he ponders now of a good one that would stomp him. He grinned in thought of a riddle. "All right, all things I devour: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers. I gnaw iron, bite steel. I grind hard stones to meal . . . what am I?" The Cheshire cat blinked at him, and the grinning cat was no longer for he was trying to think of what could have devoured everything all those different things. "Hmmm, what sort of beast could have eaten all of these things?" Feral looked rather smug that he couldn't answer it as it made him smile. "Time ruin all things and eats them all." It seemed to humor the feline seeing how wide the grin is. "How clever~! I would never have thought of it, but you win."

He scratched his head and scratched his head again but he didn't have a clue as to the answer.

"I give up," he said finally, and to a very pleased looking cat. The answer was just as confusing and then it was his turn, which he thought was even worse, but he'd try his best anyway, the cat had been nice enough to ask after all, even if he did tell odd sorts of jokes.

"What's yellow, pink and blue?"

The cat guessed, but didn't seem satisfied with its answer. It flicked its tail back and forth and narrowed its eyes at Shyduck, but he couldn't seem to think of anything better. Finally it gave up, and disappearing, leaving a small chest in its wake.

Shyduck was really glad it didn't ask for the correct answer, because he didn't know it either.

The cat purrs loudly when Dreadpirate agrees to play. He whips out his best riddle: "What has three legs but only uses one?"

Dreadpirate rubs his chin and considers the question. He's thinks his army mates had a joke that started like this, but he's fairly sure the Cat isn't nearly as dirty-minded.

He can't think of anything. Most things need at least two legs to even hobble or limp along. Unless it isn't something living...?

"A broken tripod?" he eventually guesses.

The cat seems happy even as he reveals how wrong Dreadpirate was. "The answer is a death, but I'm sure you don't need me to explain that one." It smiles.

... No. No, Dreadpirate would like that explained. He would like it explained very much.

"Now it is your turn," the cat is saying. It seems Dreadpirate will never get an explanation for that riddle. Now he has to make one himself.

After a few laps of nearby trees, he returns to the bent tree. The Cheshire Cat returns and Dreadpirate agrees to play again. As usual, the Cat goes first.

"What can chew you but never swallow?"

He almost laughs. The Cat has no way of knowing, but Dreadpirate has years of experience with this. "A sharp tongue," he says while mentally poking at Azrael, who huffs back at him.

The cat grins. "You guessed purrfectly! Now you try."