Fourth Strike
[Oswald stands before the Southeast door and frowns as the question finishes playing. He's rather had it up to here with this town and its games: first his Psypher being stolen, this his memory, then those damn quizzes, and now being dragged from his 'home' to a rather forbidding house only to, once again, be stuck.
He's actually handling it rather well, all things considered]
...How am I to know any of these answers!? [tries to shatter the door with Belderiver, but like the other three, it remains a door and not splinters. Lowers his Psypher and mutters to himself]
Perhaps teaming with someone would not be amiss.
He's actually handling it rather well, all things considered]
...How am I to know any of these answers!? [tries to shatter the door with Belderiver, but like the other three, it remains a door and not splinters. Lowers his Psypher and mutters to himself]
Perhaps teaming with someone would not be amiss.