Fourth Strike

[no_object]

[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

Comments

[desertdaggers]

[because bothering the grumpy man with a sword like that is always a good idea] Not a bad idea! I'm afraid I don't know enough to be of much assistance, but I'm sure there's someone you could ask. [and he can't really pick locks that aren't there :|] Which way do you plan to go?

[no_object]

[hey now, he's not all that grumpy]

I don't know. Whichever way I can get through. Are you not planning to try?

[desertdaggers]

[just grumpy enough to take on a door]

I would, but I fear I lack the knowledge of the people. [a brief check of Brax's message, and] I suppose we could make guesses at the south-east door, that seems feasible.

[no_object]

[well, he was justified]

Southeast, huh... Any door will do, as long as we can continue.

[grimmjerk]

[he's already tried that, so he'll be lounging on a couch somewhere downstairs, watching through his CAT]

Not gonna work the second time unless you figure out why it didn't work the first time.

[no_object]

And do you know the correct way, then?

[grimmjerk]

If I did, you think I'd be sittin' here?

[no_object]

If you choose to give up so early, then that's your fault.