The Case of the Missing Doodle [4b/?]
anonymous
August 20 2009, 06:24:33 UTC
And then he saw her.
It was a beautiful young lady. She looked like she couldn't be a day over twenty five - but Norway knew that she had been around for much, much longer than that. Her brown hair was long and was adorned with a simple pink flower, and her green eyes were full of life, even though they had seen many battles. She had a kind face, but Norway was not decieved by that, as he knew that under her friendly demeanor, she could throttle an army of a thousand men before breakfast and then still have enough energy for a second round.
The woman was known as Hungary, and strangely enough, was one of the last people that Norway would have expected to steal his doodle.
He practically ran up to her - she raised an eyebrow, as she rarely ever saw the man do anything but walk calmly, and spoke sternly to her. "Why did you steal my doodle, and how?"
She gave a lilted laugh and shook her head. "I didn't. I'm just a messenger."
Norway's face remained calm, but on the inside, he was infuriated. "You're a...messenger?"
"Yes. There's not much time, but the kidnapper wanted me to give you this. It's your second lead." She smiled and bent down, picking up a large nondescript box.
"My lead?" What was he now, a detective?
"Yes, that's what they called it." Norway noticed how she didn't use a gender-specific pronoun. The girl was crafty, for one thing. "I don't know what it is, but it should help you to get to your next objective." The entire thing was beginning to sound like some sort of secret agent's mission.
"Well...alright, then." Norway was a bit flabbergasted at the entire situation.
"We have to get going now, so we won't be late. Good luck on your search, Norway!" She smiled a little bit and began to walk in the direction of the conference hall, her skirt flowing in the wind.
Norway peeked inside the box, anticipating some strange and obscure clue that would take him months to figure out.
It was a beautiful young lady. She looked like she couldn't be a day over twenty five - but Norway knew that she had been around for much, much longer than that. Her brown hair was long and was adorned with a simple pink flower, and her green eyes were full of life, even though they had seen many battles. She had a kind face, but Norway was not decieved by that, as he knew that under her friendly demeanor, she could throttle an army of a thousand men before breakfast and then still have enough energy for a second round.
The woman was known as Hungary, and strangely enough, was one of the last people that Norway would have expected to steal his doodle.
He practically ran up to her - she raised an eyebrow, as she rarely ever saw the man do anything but walk calmly, and spoke sternly to her. "Why did you steal my doodle, and how?"
She gave a lilted laugh and shook her head. "I didn't. I'm just a messenger."
Norway's face remained calm, but on the inside, he was infuriated. "You're a...messenger?"
"Yes. There's not much time, but the kidnapper wanted me to give you this. It's your second lead." She smiled and bent down, picking up a large nondescript box.
"My lead?" What was he now, a detective?
"Yes, that's what they called it." Norway noticed how she didn't use a gender-specific pronoun. The girl was crafty, for one thing. "I don't know what it is, but it should help you to get to your next objective." The entire thing was beginning to sound like some sort of secret agent's mission.
"Well...alright, then." Norway was a bit flabbergasted at the entire situation.
"We have to get going now, so we won't be late. Good luck on your search, Norway!" She smiled a little bit and began to walk in the direction of the conference hall, her skirt flowing in the wind.
Norway peeked inside the box, anticipating some strange and obscure clue that would take him months to figure out.
Inside, he found a jigsaw puzzle.
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Poor Norway, getting his hopes raised.
Looking forward to more.
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