Okay, I may add more to this later.
I had an idea of Artemis exchanging coded love notes, using well known works of literature, math, etc.
So, this is his first one.
Solve the quadratic and the number system. Put the numbers in the order in which they go.
(Though, I hope this system is solvable. I wouldn't know, I am awful at math. If it is solvable, it's cake for a mathematician. If it isn't, oops... But you get the idea... My other ones will be better.)
I + L + V + E + Y + U= 25
I + L((root)V)
YU + VL= 50
I/L + E/V = U/V
2Y + 3U + L + 4E= 50 + I + V
3I +10 + L + E= Y + U + V + 3
I think that what it says is obvious.
Hopefully the literature one will be better. I just need to decide on a poem.
(Someone remind me later.)
Edit: Second message. A Tennyson poem.
My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana.
There is no rest for me below, Oriana.
When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow,
And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow, Oriana,
Alone me wander to and fro, Oriana.
Ere the light on dark was growing, Oriana,
All night the cock was crowing, Oriana:
Winds were blowing, waters flowing,
We heard the steeds to battle going, Oriana;
Aloud the hollow bugle blowing, Oriana.
In the yew-wood black as night, Oriana,
Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana,
While blissful tears blinded my sight
With star-shine and by moonlight, Oriana,
I to thee my troth did plight, Oriana.
She stood upon a castle wall, Oriana:
She watch'd my crest among them all, Oriana:
She saw me fight, she heard me call,
When forth there stept a foeman tall, Oriana,
Atween me and the castle wall, Oriana.
The bitter arrow went aside, Oriana:
The false, false arrow went aside, Oriana:
The damned arrow glanced aside,
And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Oriana!
Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Oriana!
Oh! narrow, narrow was the space, Oriana.
Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays, Oriana.
Oh! deathful stabs were dealt apace,
The battle deepen'd in its place, Oriana;
But I was down upon my face, Oriana.
They should have stabb'd me where I lay, Oriana!
How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
How could I look upon the day?
They should have stabb'd me where I lay, Oriana
They should have trod me into clay, Oriana.
O breaking heart that won't not break, Oriana!
O pale, pale face so sweet and meek, Oriana!
Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak,
And then the tears run down my cheek, Oriana:
What wantest thou? whom dost thou seek, Oriana?
I cry aloud: none hear my cries, Oriana.
Thou comest atween me and the skies, Oriana.
I feel the tears of blood arise
Up from my heart unto my eyes, Oriana.
Within my heart my arrow lies, Oriana.
O cursed hand! O cursed blow! Oriana!
O happy thou that liest low, Oriana!
All night the silence seems to flow
Aside me in my utter woe, Oriana.
A weary, weary way I go, Oriana.
When Norland winds pipe down the sea, Oriana,
I walk, I dare not think of thee, Oriana.
Thou liest beneath the greenwood stalk,
I dare not die and come to thee, Oriana.
I hear the roaring of the sea, Oriana.
This one is meant to be explained, too.
I kind of partially stole the idea from Lemony Snicket.
Throughout the poem there are several words changed. The words changed I bolded, but if Artemis expected his love (*coughCadelcough*) to understand it, he wouldn't bold said words.
Maybe, but I'm not sure.
If you take the words that were supposed to be there, I, At Midnight, by, the, be (Aside is beside in the actual poem), will and tree, and rearrange them, it says I will be by the tree at midnight. An invitation.
I don't think that Artemis would be this romantic. But if he were to be romantic, he'd have to still be his regular intelligent self.
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