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Count: “Your second guess, mademoiselle, was the right one. I myself live here for taste. Everything happens here, but I do not see the tenth of it. That is why I have brought you all here. You know your own worlds. Each of you knows someone in it who resembles me. Tell me about him or her. By studying this character, I may act with effectiveness in my own life.”
Rameaux: *Steeping forward* “I see what you would have of us Count, and if we may be mutually benefited, I will do you my best. There was in my world, a man who’s face closely resembles your’s. I don’t mean the features, but the eyes. He was generally of a softer complexion than yourself, but at odd times he would look stunningly like your do now. At such times he would be lost in contemplation and no one dared to speak to him, not for fear of his anger, but for the untouchable nature of his unexplainable gravity. There was one day however, when his face was clearer than I have ever scene it. Yet that did not come through the success of his plans. It came in a strange manner through the crushing of his hopes.”
Count: *Hears him gravely* “Who else? Tell me more of myself.”
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Anna: “I’m sorry, I’m lost here. I always thought the Count of Monte Cristo was umm, fictional. No offence, I hope. Unfortunately I never read the book, so…”
INTJ - Inhumane. No-feelings. Terrible. Judgment and doom on everyone.
(Hmm hmm, ah yes. I should have included a bit of a bio on him . Count of Monte Cristo bio: Started off as a budding young sailor, charming and innocent. He was in love with a girl (whose name’s not coming to me), but he never married her because he was wrongfully sent to prison without a trial. There he spent fourteen years of bitterness. In that time he met a bishop who taught him an enormous amount of knowledge. After he finally escaped, he found this vast treasure and became ridiculously rich, I mean unbelievably rich. His goal was now to pay back those who had wronged him. He took on a new name and even his whole demeanor changed. He was pale and grave. His skills and knowledge were boundless. He could manipulate the most independent men to his will without them even knowing it. He could not be stopped. He could not be understood. Everyone was in utter awe of him. His personality was striking and he left a mark in everything he did. Even though he succeeded in his vengeance (even to excess), he learned that it was not his place to deliver it.)
Count: “There is no offense, but you must tell me the story of the one who is like me if you will pass safely to your own world. Yet you need not know my whole story to do so. Much of a man may be read in a look.”
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Arianwen: “I know not about yourself, Count, but I would not trust the words of strangers who appeared on your doorstep asking for direction. But if you will have what little I can tell you… There was a man, in my world, whose manner was not unlike yours, though he looked nothing like you. I never knew him— he died long before my time, but I know his story. He was a king— raised in mortal fear for his life, in the subterranean halls of the Ingrim, who work with stone and deal in knowledge. He was not of their people— yet under their guidance he grew into a hard, unreadable man. Men feared him with no greater reason than that he could instill terror and unquestioning obedience in one with one glance of his grey eyes, and that he was said to have a stone for a heart… no one knew his hidden fear and insecurity. Fear, that he should prove himself a man unworthy to take upon himself the duties of a king should he even win the throne from those who held it against him, and insecurity that he should even be worthy to retain the life that was bought at the price of his parent’s blood.”
*pauses, narrows eyes thoughtfully*
“In the end, after striving too long to be worthy of those things, he realized that he could not. No one could. No one deserves sacrifice or love— and that is why they are gifts.”(Alright, @howlingwolf @hope @writefury @the-happy-bookaholic, it’s your turns.)
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Anna: “And I must say, I think that is enough chat and enough riddles. Now are you going to tell us how to get back into or own world or must we force our way past?”
INTJ - Inhumane. No-feelings. Terrible. Judgment and doom on everyone.
(@hope Are you not sure how this works, or are you just anxious to get past this part and get off the island? -Or something else?)
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(@Daeus. All of them at once, I suppose. Though looking back I see what I’m supposed to do. Well, I suppose I can but try to answer the riddle, though I don’t know much of the story besides what you wrote…)
INTJ - Inhumane. No-feelings. Terrible. Judgment and doom on everyone.
(@hope What I gave you should be enough. This isn’t so much a riddle as a chance to make a fun comparison between one of your characters and a famous literary character. It’s fine if you don’t want to do it though. I was thinking myself that we should probably come to a close soon after this.)
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(Ah… I see what you’re doing here. I’ll try to work this out.)
Quinn: There was a certain captain that I knew that was something like you… in mannerisms, really. The look isn’t too much the same.
His grudge wasn’t with men, though. It was against his God.
It looks like at least you have made a turn for the better. I’m sad to say the fellow I know didn’t.*giant tsunami crashes over island, sweeps it all away* The end. 😛
@kate-flournoy Wonderful dramatic end. It made me laugh. 😉
INTJ - Inhumane. No-feelings. Terrible. Judgment and doom on everyone.
Sometimes the hard truth is what we need.
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Absolutely. 😛
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