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Date Posted: 11:36:26 07/01/03 Tue
Author: Tempting Death
Subject: /|\Take Two/|\
In reply to: ??? 's message, ".t.r.y. .t.h.i.s." on 08:29:43 06/30/03 Mon

[This is hard! *grits teeth*]

Oh, this was gunna be interesting. Was it possible for her to take five? Or perhaps by a vowle? Oh, wrong game.

Death repeated the riddle over and over again, as though hoping to find some hidden meaning that would pop out and say 'Oh! Over here!'. She had no such luck.

"Well, One of you is real as day. That could be Fire, or Bug, or Flowers, or even Wind. You always see them. One of you is seculded at night. That could be Smoke. The rest are forged from air. Isn't Fire created heavier when mixed with the Wind. And doesn't Ice melt from Fire and Wind. And smoke too can be created by wind; dragged along. Flowers really can't be forged from wind, and niether can Bugs."

Talking to herself. A new habit. Her crimson eyes were deep in concentration, and he ebon tassels flew madly around her bloody nape. Luckily, she hadn't gotten that beaten up byt the vine-box-thing. But, lets hope Death doesn't die now.

"Am I on the right track? Or can I take another hint?"

Death asked wearily, staring into what seemed like the Master of them all, the Stone Unicorn with the ruby eyes.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .c.l.u.e. -- ???, 11:58:38 07/01/03 Tue

((My ultimate goal: Dragon's lair riddles...I love riddles...they fun.))

"That who cannot speak or grow are those of blood and flesh."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /|\Right/|\ -- Death, 12:06:36 07/01/03 Tue

[Oh! Cool! Riddles are fun.....if I know the answer]

Ok, this she could work with.

"Fire, Ice, Bug, and Flowers can grow. Smoke can grow if fueled, it really just drags. Wind can grow also if a storm is brewing, par say. Does that mean that none are really made of flesh? Everything can grow, can they not, if they are fueled with the right things."

Ah, very confusing for poor little Death. Not very logically was she. She would work on that.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .c.o.r.r.e.c.t. -- ???, 15:54:37 07/01/03 Tue

((Yep. Good call.))
All shifters fade, the scene changes and you find yourself staring into the eyes of not a stone statue, but a unicorn who's horn apear to have snapped. Behind her are a number of others, the last to aproch being another unicorn of smoke. As the smokey unicorn aproches, her horn turns tthe color of a hot fire poker and her body becomes the like of smokey violet over ebony fur. Now in a mortal form, she turns emerald eyes to the one with a broken horn, ignoring the blood falling from her own neck.

"Well done." Says the unicorn with the broken shaft. "I see you've managed to give my children quite a hard time."

The smokey mare nods her head, a mute expression on her face.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /|\Wow/|\ -- Tempting Death, 18:05:39 07/01/03 Tue

[Wow! *claps hands* Go me!]

Did I hear corectly? Or am I going deaf? That or I'm seeing hallousinations also. So, Death just stared stupidly around as the unicorns vanished and a broken horned one appeared. Her crimson eyes washed over each of the ones in front of her.

"Yes, but they gave me hell also."

Death's cranium bobbed and turned, 'pointing' to the scraps on her nape and body. Crimson blood flowed profoundly from them, but she didn't care. A malicious smirk crossed her visage once again, and she decided to ask this last question.

"Care to explain? Cause I'm still confused."

Death inherited very bad logical sense from her master. And sometimes it showed. Like now. Death went for impulses, and was actually quite tired from the fight, making her even more prone to always ask 'What?'

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: /|\Wow/|\ -- ???, 09:30:25 07/02/03 Wed

the unicorn wih the broken horn nods her crania. "Of corse, what do you want me to explain?"

((Ack! Sorry about the supreme suckiness of this post.))

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /|\Hmmm..../|\ -- Tempting Death, 11:19:45 07/02/03 Wed

[No worries. You really couldn't say much. Lol]

"Why?"

Why did a simple question have to always be so difficult to answer. And why do people always ask that question? 'Why!? Why?!' Always everyone asked it. Well, what other words were there to say?

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ??? -- ???'s player, 11:59:34 07/02/03 Wed

I'm sorry I'm confused...what's the question?

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /|\Nevermind/|\ -- Tempting Death, 10:55:46 07/03/03 Thu

Death shook her head, but her radars had caught the sound of Pirate. She needed to talk to her. A curt nod was given to the other.

"Sorry for the rude leaving, but I must go. Perhaps we will talk again later."

And with the blink of an eye the demoness was gone and erased from your mind.

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