Fourth Strike

[no-object.livejournal.com]

[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.

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?

[grimmjerk.livejournal.com]

[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.