sirenspull | 27 [Video] Forward dated to tomorrow morning.

[Crowley is outside, casually flicking chunks of bread at a blue chicken. Said chicken is usually the bane of his existence, as he loathes the little bastard and how it does nothing but shed and ruin his yard, but he seems to behaving himself in regards to the bird today. No insults or attempted slaughtering -- at least, not yet.]

I'm bored. And seeing as people tend to dislike when I'm bored, as it tends to lead to opening lost dimensions or starting revolutions, I thought I would offer a slight puzzle for the public -- and whoever answers first gets a cash prize.

[He tosses a casual grin toward the always hovering NV before he flicks his fingers -- and with a gentle roll of telekinesis, the chicken is sent squarely on her ass with a squawk.]

Riddle one: What is the next number in this series of numbers, starting with -- 6, 14, 36, 98, and 276? And riddle two -- and this one is the real treasure --

[And he rights the chicken with another flick of his fingers.]

Whoever is responsible for the attack that's caused such a fuss is going to get his or her liver removed by my hellhound without anesthetic, for both attacking my pet parakeet and for ruining a good suit. To those who wish to see the spectacle, give me the name and address of whoever is responsible -- and I'll hand over ten thousand dollars, cash.

[Sounds fair, right?]

Cheers.

[And the feed is shut off.]

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I trust you're equally as bored as I am, given the hastiness of your response.

[Ciel is correct, but Crowley is curious.]

A mathematician in your spare time, Lord Phantomhive?

I am, but don't let on or I'll be surely bothered. _{[If you care to pay attention, you'll notice part of a stack of paperwork off to the child's side on his desk.]} My office is quiet, for once.

I wouldn't go so far to call myself one, but I am rather fond of maths and music. Literature as well. There is nothing quite like entertainment gained from a challenging riddle or puzzle or even a well played chess match.

I see -- I sympathize.

[Crowley, too, is ignoring some parts of work that need to be done, but he supposes he can take a day off every now and again. It isn't as if Hell is barking at his heels for attention here.]

I'm almost jealous -- my chess partner is absolute rubbish.