[color=silver][center][h1]Simon Riddle[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b]Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood
[sup][b]Interacting With: Michael, Niesha, Erin, Syleste[/b][/sup][/center]
[color=yellow]”Come on, Mikey, have a go. You might like what happens!”[/color]

[color=dimgray]"...Mm, I doubt it."[/color] Simon Riddle's voice cut through the conversation like sewing scissors through silk. Seemingly appearing out of thin air besides the quartet of demigods, Simon crouched down to a seating position next to Niesha, shifting weight off his bad leg in a pose that could only be described as lopsided. 

Hiding his eyes behind a pair of purple-tinted round-framed sunglasses, Simon attempted a smile - the operative word being attempted. [color=dimgray]"The Tower's not the real obstacle of the challenge, it's the opponents. Kairi and Damon see this as a head-to-head, not a free-for-all. Any of us'd be torn apart in the crossfire. Best to stay out of it until you have the upper hand, hm? Besides, getting a wooden peg rammed into your face isn't as funny as it looks; one bad slip off could cause permanent damage, wouldn't want that..."[/color] Simon seemed to ramble on, his expression contorting to one of concentrated intrigue, as if inwardly trying to complete the train of thought he had inadvertently created. 

[color=dimgray]"I heard..."[/color] Simon began, apparently growing bored with his own thoughts, [color=dimgray]"Through the grapevine, that there's supposed to be some sort of big announcement going on today. Don't ask me what. Call it a lucky guess or perhaps...intuition."[/color] At that last word, Simon reached within the pocket of his coat to remove a single tarot card - the Magician. [color=dimgray]"I'm a fan of irony most times, I identify with my ilk."[/color] Simon explained, answering an unspoken question, appearing all but totally disinterested in the mad whoops and hollers of the other campers mixed in with the cheers, battle cries, and yells of pain from those participating in the Tower. 

[color=dimgray]"Oh! Where are my manners, excuse me."[/color] Leaning forward to look past Niesha and Michael, Simon flashed another 'smile' in the direction of Erin and Syleste. [color=dimgray]"Good morning, Erica-- Erin; good morning, Syleste. Odd seeing you two here, but I suppose odder things have happened, no?"[/color]

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