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Post by Alistair Warden on May 9, 2012 17:29:07 GMT -6
Participants: Mekial Echigo vs Kazumi Badoer
Position: Student Body President
Type of Challenge: Logic Based Challenge
Place: Library
Mekial Echigo's Stats
STR: 30
DEX: 15
CON: 30
INT: 10
WIS: 15
CHA: 20
Kazumi Badoer's Stats
STR: 30
DEX: 30
CON: 20
INT: 10
WIS: 10
CHA: 10
Fight begins 5/9/2012! May the best man/woman win!
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Clearing his throat the Headmaster would slowly march into the library a stack of books beneath his arm sumarily representing the amount of work he had to put into this test of sorts. Granted this wasn't exactly his job but after the fireworks incident with Kevala Badoer he'd suspected he needed to give her a bit of a break so he took it upon himself to hold the challenge for this occasion and slid himself into the position of hosting the logic based challenge.
Stepping up towards a main table and sitting in the chair he'd look up at the two contestants noting their faces but not striking a name to either of them. Alistairs head would bob down reading the sheet of paper beneath his nose noting each of them out. Kazumi Badoer, obviously the superintendant's daughter, and Mekial Echigo, no familiarity there but it didn't matter.
"Well sit down then," Alistair would say in something of an impatient manner readily in the mindset of getting things off to a start before shuffling the papers before him.
"Alright then if I'm not mistaken Mr. Echigo contested for a Logic based challenge with no real context so I threw my hat in to this little game, know that I took all night accumulating problems for you to." A proud glower on his face as he ruffled the front of his shirt before clearing his throat and would mention the rules.
"This is not a race, it is a questionaire though I'll take into account time if there is a tie. Write down your answers on a sheet of paper and turn them into me in succession of each answer to the problems solve them as best as you can. Best of luck and I look forward to seeing you as a pillar."
Tipping his brow Alistair would wait a beat for them to pull forth a piece of paper before speaking clearly the first subject matter.
"Three men in a cafe order a meal the total cost of which is $15. They each contribute $5. The waiter takes the money to the chef who recognizes the three as friends and asks the waiter to return $5 to the men.
The waiter is not only poor at mathematics but dishonest and instead of going to the trouble of splitting the $5 between the three he simply gives them $1 each and pockets the remaining $2 for himself.
Now, each of the men effectively paid $4, the total paid is therefore $12. Add the $2 in the waiters pocket and this comes to $14.....where has the other $1 gone from the original $15?"
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 9, 2012 19:54:19 GMT -6
She wasn't sure what compelled her to run for the position of Student Body President. It wasn't like she was some social butterfly or anything, she was more like some sort of social outcast if anything. Yet, she had put her name in the hat just the same. Perhaps it was some desire to branch out, to be a better person, to try and be more social. That or maybe it was just some attempt at making her Mother proud of her....she really wasn't that sure.
But here she was. Her typical jeans, t-shirt and jacket pulled on, the hood up over her head. As she sat at the table, her hands rested atop it, fidgeting slightly as she kept her eyes trained down upon them. She didn't say anything to the boy that she was facing, even though she had met him once before. She wasn't in the best state of mind to be chatty...this was going to be hard enough given she knew it wasn't your typical challenge or anything of that nature. No, if it was, they wouldn't have been in the library.
As the door opened, she had to admit she was a bit surprised to see the new Headmaster instead of her Mother, knowing that the woman had a habit of sticking her nose into these sorts of things, if for no other reason that it was a game. Pure and simple, Kevala Katashi-Badoer loved games.
Reaching up, she would push the hood back on her jacket, letting those dark locks fall into place around her shoulders, those blue eyes focused upon the Headmaster as he laid out the basic rules of this challenge. Logic? Fuck... A little mental grumble as she literally winced at the thought. She wasn't the dumbest girl in the world, but she wasn't always the smartest either. But, that really wasn't all this was about, it was about figuring stuff out, or so it seemed as he began to rattle off the first problem to them.
Her brow furrowing slightly as she stopped to think on the matter, her little fingers ceasing in their fidgeting as her mind began to work over the problem in her mind. It took but a moment for her hand to reach back behind her, turning slightly in her seat and undoing her backpack so that she could pull out a piece of paper and a pen. Something about this whole thing seemed rather off, so it didn't take her long to start jotting stuff down, eyeing the numbers that she wrote with a bit of a suspicious nature, until finally it clicked.
She looked over the answer, not entirely sure it was right, but not really having any other way of going about it. She would then push herself up and move to hand the paper to Mr. Warden, offering up a sheepish little smile as she did and then promptly returning to sit down.
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Post by thekid on May 10, 2012 18:17:15 GMT -6
So, I just met this girl, and it turns out I'll be going against her for this pillar title. Hopefully, things would be fun. I'd take my seat and get out a paper and pencil, and sort of just listen.
This problem was woah.
Yes.
Woah.
I seem to think better when I look at the walls, so I started doing that. Formulas popped into my head, as well as this problem stating a big ol' "f*ck you" to every form of mathematical logic. 5 x 3 = 15, 15 - 5 = 10 + 2 (pocketed by waiter) = 12, 12 / 3 = 4. And that's where I stopped. This little trail was getting nowhere. And so I gave it another moment of thought.
I gave a soft "oh," and started writing again. 15 - 5 = 10, + 3 handed back = 13. 13 + 2 = 15. Basic arithmetic principles denies any sort of solution to the problem. Overthinking it would result in a brain fart and you wouldn't exactly get a solution. Think too little, though, and you'd end up wrong no matter what you did.
The initial price was $15, each person paid $5. The price was then reduced to $10, and each person had $1 returned to them and the waiter kept $2. Arithmetic suggests that each person paid $4, and 4 x 3 = 12, 12 + 2 = 14.
My process:
15 - 5 = 10
10 + (1 x 3) [3 from money given back] = 13
13 + 2 [2 from waiter] = 15
I tapped my pencil a few times and then handed the paper over to el Jefe. I was kind of unsure of my answer, but I felt it was decent.
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Post by Alistair Warden on May 10, 2012 18:43:45 GMT -6
Alistair would let his gaze wander over the pieces of paper, sure he wouldn't be collecting these problems until after the fact but still he loved to know which of the pair was leading the game. A mental check in his head grinning widely before flipping his own paper before him to read off the next prepared question.
"Three cannibals and three anthropologists have to cross a river.
The boat they have is only big enough for two people. The cannibals will do as requested, even if they are on the other side of the river, with one exception. If at any point in time there are more cannibals on one side of the river than anthropologists, the cannibals will eat them.
What plan can the anthropologists use for crossing the river so they don't get eaten?
Note: One anthropologist can not control two cannibals on land, nor can one anthropologist on land control two cannibals on the boat if they are all on the same side of the river. This means an anthropologist will not survive being rowed across the river by a cannibal if there is one cannibal on the other side."
This was personally his favorite question of the bunch he'd prepared.
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Post by thekid on May 12, 2012 1:37:24 GMT -6
Woah, there was more? I mean, it was only logical to assume that, but I guess I looked stupid handing him my paper. Sliding it back to myself, I took a moment to think. This did seem pretty confusing to me right away, considering I'm not the biggest fan of word problems. But I continued pondering possible solutions.
One at a time across the river [one anthropologist and one cannibal I mean] seemed logical at first. But then I thought about it. It'd actually take me a decent amount of time before I could honestly think of anything that seemed remotely correct.
Two cannibals go across the river and one of them is called back. I thought about it before continuing. The cannibal still on the boat takes the other cannibal across but he himself comes back. So far, two cannibals on one side, one on the boat, three anthropologists on the other side. The cannibal on the boat goes back to the side with the anthropologists, and two of them now get on the boat and head to the other side, where one anthropologist escorts one cannibal back to the side he started on. Now there is one cannibal and one anthropologist where there was first two cannibals. The anthropologist drops off the cannibal and takes the last anthropologist across to the other side with him, so all three anthropologists, along with the boat and one cannibal are on the same side. Now that the anthropologists are together, the last two cannibals can be brought over by the other cannibal in two trips.[/font]
Dear god so much writing and thinking brainsplosion AGH
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 14, 2012 22:27:04 GMT -6
She would sit there, listening and feeling a dull ache in the back of her head. This was so much harder than just bashing a guys face in. The thought making her tense up slightly, not entirely sure where that had come from, but having the strong urge to just reach out and slam the blonde guys head into the desk....repeatedly.
Shaking her head, to try and clear out the thoughts, she would then focus on the problem at hand, her mind working it over time and time again until she was sure that she had the right answer.
She would wrinkle her nose slightly at the answer and then shrug, pushing herself up from the spot she was sitting in and moving to hand in the paper as she had before. Then, with a little sigh, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and would return to her desk.
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Post by Alistair Warden on May 16, 2012 0:21:23 GMT -6
Alistair had a funny feeling, there were very few instances in which this happened but when they did it was rarely wrong. Slinking up from his seat the man would pull himself to strut by each of the desks casting a curious gaze onto each of the papers before grinning somewhat cautiously before pulling his papers up and crumpling them before making a three-pointer from across the room pulling now from his own understanding of logic algarytms.
"There are three boxes in a table. One of the box contains Gold and the other two are empty. A printed message contains in each box. One of the message is true and the other two are lies.
The first box says "The Gold is not here".
The Second box says "The Gold is not here".
The Third box says "The Gold is in the Second box".
Which box has the Gold?"
He knew the game these kids were up to so he felt indulgant to change the rules just a tad bit.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 17, 2012 14:17:30 GMT -6
Yeah, at this point it was getting to be ridiculous. She was a smart girl, and she knew she was smart, and the thought of having to sit here, and prove that she was, in order to run events at a school, she didn't really care about........well yeah....Perhaps Kaz was being influenced by Feht more than she would have liked, because slowly her mind was becoming consumed with the thoughts of much more violent tendencies.
Getting up, handing it in, and feeling her fingers start to tremble, she quickly balled her hands into fists and moved to take her seat, pulling her hood back up over her head and sinking down in her chair.
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Post by thekid on May 17, 2012 18:25:16 GMT -6
I read something like this in a book somewhere.
The second box.
Unless I'd been making a pretty dumb mistake, it seemed to make sense to me. This seemed like the easier question so far, but that may have made me overlook something. Regardless, I shrugged. This was really kind of fun. It was testing my mental strength and whatnot - something I definitely needed to work on, and get it as good as my body strength. Then I'd be a beast.
I'd look up at the short guy and grin, tapping my pencil. I guess it was a signal that I was finished.
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Post by Alistair Warden on May 19, 2012 9:38:40 GMT -6
Alistair noticed and certainly didn't appreciate the impatient tapping from his pencil but otherwise left his features a blank slate seeking not to get off on the bad foot with a potential pillar. That would intercede with his plans.
Freddie was in love - with three girls from his school! He couldn't decide which one he wanted to give his heart to so he sent all three a Valentine's card. But poor Freddie was out of luck - each girl thought the card came from someone else and Freddie was left on the sideline.
From the clues I shall hand out, can you work out the name of each potential sweetheart, the colour of each card Freddie sent and the name of the boy each girl believed the card was sent by?
Each sheet of paper handed out to them to discern from.
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Post by thekid on May 19, 2012 21:59:29 GMT -6
I rubbed my face a little, letting out a bit of a sigh. This stuff was getting a little confusing. Freddy liked three girls, but six names were said. So, the "Miss so-and-so"s were surnames. Made things much more of a chore.
Lily, Millie, and Molly. Then there were Miss Jetson, Motson, and Hanson. Molly got a blue card, obviously, and so she must have been Miss Motson. This also meant that her card couldn't have come from Ethan or Adam. Dylan. So, I wrote that down.
Molly Motson, blue card, Dylan.
Now that I was done with Millie, the rest of it was rather simple. Millie didn't get the pink card, so she had to have gotten the red card. Her last name had to be Hanson, and she thought it was from Ethan. So this left Lily Jetson with the pink card that she believed to be from Adam! Yeah, that wasn't so bad.
Molly Motson got the blue card, thought it was from Dylan.
Millie Hanson got the red card and thought it was from Ethan.
Lily Jetson got the pink card and thought it was from Adam.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 19, 2012 22:28:38 GMT -6
Her head hurt. Though if it was from the questions themselves or from the nagging sensation in the back of her mind, she really couldn't tell you. Either way, she sunk lower in her chair, her hands securing her hood about her head as she looked down at the table which was soon filled with a piece of paper providing them with the clues.
Yeah, great...clues to a logic puzzle. Who's dumb idea was this shit anyways? A little groan as she lurched forward in her chair, eyes scanning over the words and her fingers grasping her own pencil. Slowly she began to scribble, down various patterns and designs, her way of working it out, arrows here and there....etc. Honestly, it wasn't too hard for her brain to map out...though if it was right, she had no fucking clue.
A little shrug...Cause honestly she just wanted this to be over with....Handing in the paper, again...and taking a seat.....again....She would yawn lightly and lean back in her chair, hand reaching under her hood to scratch her temple slightly.
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Post by Alistair Warden on May 19, 2012 22:48:35 GMT -6
Alistair looked over the collected answers that'd been tabulated and came to the conclusion that they were both about done here, the result being the same regardless of the final answer as it were. A small chuckle in his gut and honestly a small bit thankful for the fact that he wouldn't have to contend with the daughter of the superintendant as one of the pillars for his.... inadequate behavior...
His final question would go as follows; "Now the first person to break out into I feel pretty in the courtyard wins the last round... ready? GO!
It didn't really matter the result was the same but he wanted to get a laugh out of it regardless and they didn't know which one was leading anyways. Every point counted.
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on May 19, 2012 22:54:20 GMT -6
Her brow raised. Yeah, sure......She would do that just as soon as she got her throat slit and died.....again. A little chuckle escaping her lips as she rolled her eyes, pushing herself up from her seat and giving a little bow of her head to the Headmaster. "It...It has been gra...grand...but...really, I don't n..need it that bad. Be..Besides, I would just drive my mom nuts."
She nodded and then turned toward her "opponent" as to shake his hand, those blue eyes peeking out from under her hood as she smiled lightly. "Cong...Congrats..." A little nod before she would shift a hand out to shake...If he took it, well then all was fine and good, she would shake his hand just like any good sport should do....and then use her opposite hand to ball into a fist and slam into his jaw. Whether she hit her mark or not...she would hit something....which was all that mattered, a little shudder running through her body.
"Gods..been w...wanting to do that f...for like half an hour now..." A little sigh of relief before she would snatch up her bag and turn to leave. No intent on fighting, just...wanting to vent whatever irritation she had built up. If she got in trouble for it...oh well.
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Post by thekid on May 19, 2012 23:30:27 GMT -6
I was about to do it. I swear to whatever deity you believe in I was about to do it. I like, jumped out of my chair and shit. And then she decided to give up. =[
"Uh... thanks."
I grinned and shook her hand. Then she got all UFC on me and try to hit me? What the hell?! At least her hand had quite a way to go, so I tilted my head back a bit. Her hand would graze my chin and I'd step away from her, brow cocked. I was confused, kinda. What the hell just happened?
"Thanks for that..."
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