Luke Triton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hisapprentice) wrote2012-10-15 12:50 pm
hisapprentice) wrote2012-10-15 12:50 pm
[Puzzle 010]
[All things considered, Luke has had better days.
It’s a strange and bothersome sort of Monday, isn’t it? No? Best check, because the child in the blue hat going from building to building armed with an array of chalks could end up bothering some a great deal.
What is he doing with the chalk? Well, to the extent that it is possible, all available flat vertical surfaces (within his reach, you understand) end up looking something like this. He has gone absolutely puzzle-mad. In the process of writing he circles buildings several times, dropping to the next line when he has gone around once.
Expecting to solve them? Good luck. Some are from memory but most are just words and numbers coming out of his head. The urge to write them all down is undefeatable. He ran out of paper – his apartmentmates will find the place strewn with loose pages covered in writing.
Good luck interrupting his puzzle-scrawling frenzy. He hasn't even stopped to eat.]
[[ooc: The result of a Katie-influenced desire to be creative in a visible fashion meeting Luke’s major source of creativity. Voila! Your walls are covered in puzzle.]]
It’s a strange and bothersome sort of Monday, isn’t it? No? Best check, because the child in the blue hat going from building to building armed with an array of chalks could end up bothering some a great deal.
What is he doing with the chalk? Well, to the extent that it is possible, all available flat vertical surfaces (within his reach, you understand) end up looking something like this. He has gone absolutely puzzle-mad. In the process of writing he circles buildings several times, dropping to the next line when he has gone around once.
Expecting to solve them? Good luck. Some are from memory but most are just words and numbers coming out of his head. The urge to write them all down is undefeatable. He ran out of paper – his apartmentmates will find the place strewn with loose pages covered in writing.
Good luck interrupting his puzzle-scrawling frenzy. He hasn't even stopped to eat.]
[[ooc: The result of a Katie-influenced desire to be creative in a visible fashion meeting Luke’s major source of creativity. Voila! Your walls are covered in puzzle.]]
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[He blinks a few times but can't clear the confused look off his face.]
C'mon, hasn't Czes told you I'm no good with this stuff?
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[He spares Firo a glance, at that. Even you, with your odd accent.]
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[After all his complaints of being bored, he can't exactly say he doesn't have time for it here. He takes a step back to get a good look, picking a line at random.]
...But it's kinda hard to tell where one starts and another begins.
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[He taps the chalk against the beginning of a puzzle that, if Firo follows its path, will read thus:
Mr. Brown, Mr. Green, and Mr. White were walking in the park one chilly Sunday. "Isn't it amazing," said Mr. White to the man in the green coat, "That each of us has a coat that matches another man's name?" Who was wearing what color coat?
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Uh... Lemme see.
[He spends a few moments muddling over the possibilities before speaking again. Mr. White's not wearing the green coat, and neither can Mr. Green, so...]
Mr. Brown's wearin' a green coat, right? So then... Mr. Green's got a white coat, and Mr. White's got a brown coat?
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[He flashes Firo a smile and goes back to writing.]
It takes practice.
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Yeah, I guess... But how do you practice if each one's different?
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[Firo's not so fond of bending his brain.]
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Get in your way? I've found it pretty easy to avoid puzzles--they're basically just games.
[Firo wouldn't last a day in the Professor Layton world.]
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Your world must be really strange.
[Return to writing. Puzzles are currently everything.]
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[He looks at Luke. If one of them comes from a strange world, he's pretty sure it's the one who's scrawling on the wall like he's possessed.]
They're just got nothin' to do with my job. Or anybody else's, really.
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[Seems to have forgotten that Firo is from the mafia. Camorra. Whatever.]
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[Thank goodness for that.]
Who's this Professor Layton guy?
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[He gestures to the writing.]
So he taught you all a' these?
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Of course being a professor is a real job!
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[Firo raises an eyebrow; it's pretty impressive that such a small kid can up with all of these.]
It's basically just bein' a teacher, right? I was talkin' about a "puzzle expert."
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[Luke turns and points his chalk at Firo!]
And it's something I like too!
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Action I'm sorry, Luke :'(
Action you bet you are, buddy
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Action man he just wants to be friends
Action ...Luke, you need better taste.