【a puzzling turnabout!】
theladylayton ►
In terms of investigation of identity, things were going pretty well, aside from the whole whipping situation. In a mental notebook, until she could get back to her actual one, she had made the following astute observations:
Franziska Von Karma
Prosecutor
Angry at everything
Trigger happy, but with whips (Whip-happy?)
Pompous twat
It was some progress, but nothing that particularly helped in the mystery of the curious sheep village. She had, at least, noticed that she lowered her weapon after she introduced herself - maybe she’d given her an answer she liked? Or, more likely, she hadn’t said anything quite stupid enough to get another lashing.
“Somehow, I’m kind of regretting suggesting that you whip everyone else…” she commented, just loudly enough to be heard. “And what sort of oxymoron nonsense is ‘a beautiful tragedy’ to describe it with…?” Despite her efforts to keep it quiet, Sherl had no hesitation in laughing at her commentary from inside the room.
“Well, I see. You wanted to see if I’d be any trouble, right? And, rest assured, I hope I won’t be. … You know, that reminds me of an old puzzle my father told me about a while ago…“ She put her chin in her hand, and just that quickly, it seemed as if she didn’t even know Franziska was there, working through the puzzle enough that it was nearly possible to see the gears whirring in her head.
It’d probably be best to snap her out of it, before she gets lost in there!
How dare you mock the beautiful use of words by the Franziska von Karma? That was a comment worth of another round of whipping, which the Prosecutor delivered promptly. Ouch!
“Hmpf.. Puzzles, riddles, mysteries; I’ll solve them all!“ And she whipped Katrielle again, even though this time it was without much reason. Would it ever stop? It was like she didn’t particularly like the other lady, or... did she...? Franziska had a history of whipping as a reward too.
“It’ll be wits against wits, so I’ll take on this challenge!“
Give her the goddamn puzzle, you Layton.
