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[recherché.]

username; Kaori Miyazono.
name; Cyril Mayy.
gender; Female.
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favourite riddle;
"We hurt without moving.
We poison without touching.
We bear the truth and the lies.
We are not to be judged by our size.
What are we?"
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This will always be Cyril's favorite riddle because it's honestly so simple and it has such a deep meaning to it,
but nobody ever seems to understand it. That fact alone is enough to make you cry, how much this riddle would
mean to everyone who ever got bullied either over the internet or online. Cyril was, surprisingly, one of those people.
Just because all of the guys liked her didn't mean she wasn't hated, because all of the girls were the ones to post stuff
all over her social media. The riddle was the last post before she disappeared. Everyone thought that she died since it
was all over the news, but she had just gotten recruited into a secret agency where she was trained for combat and
ready to go out and onto the field.
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While Cyril was slipping on her tight, black leather jumpsuit, she struggled a little, knocking over her lamp which was
placed on her nightstand by her bed. She lived in a big house which was provided by her work, as well as all of the other
things in her house, but she had to replace whatever she broke.. which just so happened to be this lamp that she knocked
over. Letting out a heavy sigh as she zipped the suit up, she made her way to the bathroom and grabbed an elastic, tying her
hair up and into a bun. Once that was finished, she pulled two pieces out of the front and yawned. Waking up at 5am was too
much for her, but she really did love her job.

still a wip, adding to the story + adding a piece of her in her outfit??

[Cheeb]

username;
xxxxxcheeb

name;
xxxxxwinnifred roberts; goes by winnie

gender;
xxxxxfemale

favourite riddle and why;
xxxxx"tommy lives in his perfect dream home. it's a cozy, one-story cottage where everything is blue. when you enter, you're greeted by a blue door that leads into a blue hallway. the kitchen has a blue refrigerator, a blue stove, and blue plates in the cabinet. the den's couch is blue, with a blue carpet underneath it, and the tv is always as blue as the sky. tommy's bed is blue. so is the dresser and the closet. the bathroom is a deep blue, too; even the toilet!"
xxxxxyou find yourself bored as the girl rambles on and on. how is this even a riddle? aren't they supposed to be short and snappy? suddenly, you're pulled back in by her soft voice and light eyes staring at you.
xxxxx"so, what color are the stairs?"
xxxxx"...blue?" you ask.
xxxxxshe laughs loudly. "ha! you weren't paying attention! tommy lives in a one-story house. there aren't any stairs."

xxxxxres omg,,,
xxxxxlooks like a cinnamon roll, could probably kill you

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sCREAMS I WAS WAITING

[souldier]

username; Ava!

name; Myra

gender; Female

favourite riddle and why;

"Has a blade of jagged cut,
keeps the quickest hand outshut
goes in darkness,
wears a ring
one is silent,
many sing"

Why?

"To me this riddle is very special.
It has been passed down many generations
of kalons,
from my great grand parents and even before them.
I guess it's sort of a traditional family riddle?
I dunno.
It's quite complicated sounding,
but has a very simple answer!

Well, if you're looking for the answer,
It's a key!"

Art

[holmes221B]

username;

holmes221B


name;

Raimiri


gender;

Female


favourite riddle and why;

This is a riddle from The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes: The "Gloria Scott".

"The supply of game for London is going steadily up. Head-keeper Hudson, we believe, had been now told to receive all orders for fly-paper and for preservation of your hen-pheasant's life."

This is Raimiri's favourite riddle because it can quite confuse the reader. Raimiri was reading The "Gloria Scott" when she came across this in the story. She realized that it was a riddle, but it took her a while to figure out. Since she didn't want to know the answer immediately, she put the book down and thought about what the answer could be. However, Raimiri thought that she could solve it within one day, but little did she know that the exact riddle from the book would stump her for the entire week.

All throughout the week, the riddle was stuck in her brain, gnawing at her. She resisted the urge to look at the answer. In order for her to solve the riddle without looking at any hints, she didn't read any further in the book. Raimiri didn't know that it would take this long. Even at her own detective office (where she works), the riddle remained locked in her memory. She was quite annoyed since she thought that someone of her level should be able to solve a riddle such as this.

However, it wasn't as if she didn't make any progress. She made mental notes of the real meaning behind the riddle. These are some of her notes:

• The riddle is somewhat altered, so the real meaning is within the riddle itself.
• Some of the words in the riddle are from the actual answer.
• Some of the words in the riddle act as fillers.
• The note (which is the riddle) frightened one of the characters in the story. Does that mean that the note includes something or someone that the character was afraid of?

Raimiri felt as if she had a pretty good idea of what the answer is. She decided that she left the book for too long. She picked up the book and continued to read The "Gloria Scott". As Raimiri was reading, she thought about how much she enjoyed attempting to solve the riddle. She thought that it was a great way to open your mind and think outside of the box, or in this case, inside the box.
She finally came across the answer:

"The game is up. Hudson has told all. Fly for your life."
(Every third word beginning with the first.)


(394 words excluding the riddle, but including the top part before the riddle.)


Personality;

Raimiri is an intelligent being who loves to use logic in necessary situations. She has been known for solving one of the toughest cases ever handled by law enforcement. By having such high intelligence means that Raimiri is very determined. She wants to make her place in the world since she feels as if she isn't respected as much as everyone else. Because of this, others might think that she is annoying, assuming that all she wants is attention. Raimiri is quite the opposite of that: she wants to establish her place, but she doesn't want attention.

It may seem that Raimiri is a very quiet and introverted Kalon, but she is actually outgoing and kind. Having these two traits allow her to make new friends easily.


Why Does Raimiri Love Riddles So Much?:

Raimiri has loved riddles ever since her parents brought them up. It was her mother and father who decided to sharpen her mind with challenging brain teasers and puzzles. Ever since she was young, she would ask her parents to give her some riddles to solve, and they did. Solving riddles and puzzles together was more like a family time to Raimiri. Even though she grew older every year, she still enjoyed receiving riddles from her parents. She feels as if these brain teasers made her family feel more connected.

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Thank you!

[stride]

slaps a fat res down

[christina.]

username: sailor saturn
name: laurel
gender: female
favorite riddle and why:

laurel’s mother had a nack for telling jokes all the time, even in the worst situations. sometimes it made laurel laugh so hard she cried, and other times it made her angry. for her mother, it was a way of coping with things. laurel hadn’t known what that meant until she found her mother’s antidepressants laying out, and then she had started to develop the habit of joking, too.

they had a lot of good memories made together, and laurel still thinks about then to this day. her mother had even bought her a book of jokes for her birthday. now, it had ripped pages and a loose spine from its use over the years.

one of her favorite memories with her mother was when she was terribly sick. you see, laurel had a wonderful immune system, but when she did fall ill, it was horrible and lasted for weeks. she had been playing in the woods and ended up catching a terrible cold. for two weeks, she was bound to her bedroom and had made a tiny pyramid on the side of her bed from how many tissues she’d used to blow her nose.

it was easy at first, to manage being sick, and then the gross achy feeling set in, and she became utterly miserable. she snapped whenever someone entered her room, and refused to eat.

and despite her stubborness, in came her mother, carrying a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. she set it down on the bedside table, right next to her book of jokes, and smiled at laurel. see, she had become determined to make laurel laugh sometime that week, even if it was just a little chuckle. laughter was the best medicine, of course, but with a stubborn and sickly laurel, it was rough.

still, she persisted. she flipped through the page of riddles and jokes, snickering at each one while laurel just stared out the window. eventually they got to the last page. it was torn and had notes carelessly scribbled on the margins. laurel was half asleep with a tissue in her paw, and her mother sat there, snickering to herself.

“what can you catch but not throw?”

before she even had a chance to say anything, her mother had giggled and said: “a cold!”

laurel had never laughed so hard. through her coughing fits, she giggled and snorted, however embarrassing it sounded. despite how awfully corny it was, the punchline made her laugh harder than she should have in her situation. she was able to forget that she was sick and hurting all over. the mountains of tissues disappeared and so did the sadness behind her mother’s smile. she felt happy and an almost childish glee in her heart.

brief personality (in a poem):

You — you —
Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver;
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies;
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.

The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.

As the perfume of jonquils, you come forth in the morning.
Young horses are not more sudden than your thoughts,
Your words are bees about a pear-tree,
Your fancies are the gold-and-black striped wasps buzzing among red apples.
I drink your lips,
I eat the whiteness of your hands and feet.
My mouth is open,
As a new jar I am empty and open.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water thronged with lilies.

You are frozen as the clouds,
You are far and sweet as the high clouds.
I dare to reach to you,
I dare to touch the rim of your brightness.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as is a sword
Sharpened on a hone of ivory.
My throat sings the joy of my eyes,
The rushing gladness of my love.

How has the rainbow fallen upon my heart?
How have I snared the seas to lie in my fingers
And caught the sky to be a cover for my head? How have you come to dwell with me,
Compassing me with the four circles of your mystic lightness,
So that I say "Glory! Glory!" and bow before you
As to a shrine?

Do I tease myself that morning is morning and a day after?
Do I think the air is a condescension,
The earth a politeness,
Heaven a boon deserving thanks?
So you — air — earth — heaven —
I do not thank you,
I take you,
I live.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies mortised in a gate of stone.

[327/1200 words]
by amy lowell

explanation:

laurel is your classic hopeless romantic. she falls in love with every passing stranger. she even falls in love with the clouds and cries when they drift away. she writes poetry about the changing leaves and sighs when she remembers how beautiful those oranges were just two months ago, how they’ll never be the same again. she is full of love, and it is deep, intense, and real.

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art: by the lovely _silentsiren_!

[blimq]

username; pastelllizard
name; pallestine
gender; demigirl
favourite riddle and why;
i am like a witch’s brew,
i make people do what they don’t want to,
at the sound of my voice,
you have little to no choice,
but to do what’s requested of you.
what am i ??

this is pallestine's favorite because the answer is so simple and obvious, that it's hard to get. not only that, but her likelihood to be overwhelmingly polite and poised overcomes her naturally, to where the words "sorry, please, thank you," just constantly flow out of her mouth. pallestine is simple, and the simple riddle with its near obvious answer is what she enjoys the most.

[mango marmalade,,]

username;; manymangoes
name;; cerie (sear-ree)
gender;; female
favourite riddle and why;;
i am alone, i am bright, yet i am surrounded by black. i am alone, i am missing my family, yet i am surrounded by my kin. i am alone, with no one to talk to, but humans encircle me. what am i?
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cerie often laughs to herself at how much she relates to a simple child's riddle, but it's true. on bad days, she stays at home, surrounded by her own tears, alone. and on a good day, although she makes it out of the house, she still feels as if she's just... drifting through life. the young woman looks and acts as she's functioning amazingly well on her own, but the truth is is that inside, she is surrounded by a thick, choking cloud of black darkness. the kal often feels that although she is still surrounded by people, she is alone. there is a difference between alone and lonely, and cerie often feels as if she exists in both states at once. she misses her family often, and after they were killed in an awful car crash, she has never actually been able to regain her spot in society. she was once an amazing young woman, but now she rarely even makes it into her car, much less look at it. she is surrounded by humans, yet there is never, ever anyone to talk to.

cerie used to be the center of the universe, but now, she's not even a measly planet.
...
the answer to the riddle is 'the sun.'