Game of Kings (Open)

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was losing momentum, this was bothersome. The man across from him was moving the pieces forward pressing Gabriel’s back far enough to the point of intimidation. Though most would fry under this conception of pressure Gabriel watched every output, every flaw to the system.

“Checkmate.” Gabriel cooed now satisfied as the man’s face turned a hue of purple.
“What?! No way I had you cornered there is no way! _I” The man stammered as Gabriel waited expectantly.

“You neglected your knights, their valor proves most special in tight jams, now please if you would…” Gabriel extended his hand to the box lying before him, it was packed with bills, apparently the morning had been spend swindling people out of their hard earned money and he felt more than obliged to take it from them.

Gabriel sat waiting expectantly at the table awaiting for someone with enough drive to challenge him, would it be a fight, or anything, though he felt quite confident in the game of war…Chess a game of kings.

[bix]

Boredom
&& Creativity

Chess. An interesting game. Of strategy. The one. With the best laid plan. Won. However. It was all. In being able. To adapt. To a change. Being able to alter. One's course. To fulfill. A created need. To never sacrifice. What perhaps. Might be needed. At a later time. And to covet. That which. Was all too. Important. Bix watched. Her blue eyes. Intent. On the game. Thinking of moves. She herself. Would have made. Finding many. Matched those. Of the individual. That was. Overpowering. The game. The other. It seemed. Did not realize. The position. He was in. Did not understand. The danger. He had placed. His board in. By leaving his Knights. Bereft and guarding. Placing that. Were not needed. To be guarded. But alas. it would. In the end. Be his inevitable. Downfall.

A grin. Flashed. So briefly. No one would register. The movement. Of her lips. Two seconds. Before checkmate. Was so calmly called. Keeping a calm head. In situations of strategy. Was all too important. Bix herself. Was a genius. At keeping herself calm. And making herself. And her emotions. Unknown to the. Environment around her. The tap of the board. The piece laid down. The call came. And the cry of a wounded pride. Bix loved that sound. The sound of utter. Humiliation. It was a sweet sound. Bix had never. Made it herself. But she had to admit. That she could only. Enjoy the way. That it filled a room. Rendering souls. Crying. In the minds. Of those aligned. With the loser.

The game. Over. People. Began to rise. It was loud. For a moment. In a quiet room. Filled half and half. Pride. And shame. It was a delicious mix. The boots and shoes. Of those surrounding her. Squeaked slightly. sloshing across the floor. Leaving black marks. Leaving their dirt. From the outside world. A clatter. Of chatter beginning. Now that the match. Seemed to be over. She sat there still though. Watching. The two. Watching the winner. And marveling. In t he loss. Of the unfortunate. She was strange. In of herself. Blue hair. Hung softly. Around her face. And shoulders. Bangs not. Yet long enough. To obscure her deep. Azure eyes. She was dressed. In a plaid skirt. That had myriad. Of chains. Hanging from it. It was short. But not skantily so. She wore black tights. Under it. That moved down. Her shapely legs. And into. Her large boots. A black. Long sleeve shirt. On her upper torso. And she sat there. So pale. She was white.

For reasons. Of her own. She was pale. It was not. Totally by. Personal choice. She watched the two however. Closely. Observing everything. About them. Taking in. Everything that was said. Everything that was done. She was curious. To see. What happened next. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps now. The two would part. And nothing more. Would entertain. The bored witch. But that. All remained. To be seen.

((OoC: Hope you don't mind, I had people leave the room. If you do PM me, and I can alter my post.))

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel sat reaping the benefits as the masses left the room, it would seem as though he wouldn’t get any more challengers for the evening and they were indeed smart to leave they’d already supplied him with enough money to fund a small business. Wealthy men, so conceited in their own victories that they proclaim dominance over all others. Gabriel had once been like this, so drearily closed minded and obnoxiously self concerned. Eyes had been opened and now he was starting anew a world where innocence prevailed, but first there would be blood.

A single figure remained as he cobbled his winnings; the money alone wasn’t his grandest prize it was the knowledge of victory, something he had been trained to take without faltering without care for the pawns. Now things had changed at every pawn had birthed a new soldier on capable of havoc and ultimately victory.

She had a strange look about her; he hadn’t seen such blue hair to match pale features. It certainly aided in making her stand out amongst the leaving businessmen. Gabriel rearranged the board softly as to not make a sound. Was she here to simply watch? The girls intentions where a mystery to him and yet he enjoyed lavishly going over the ploys, ever possible theory, every move as if it were a game.

“Please…take a seat.” Gabriel said extending a friendly hand out to the opposing seat across from him.

[bix]

Invitation
&& Curiosity

He gathered. His winnings. She watched. Listening. To the sound of paper. Of money. Basking. In the glow. Of his victory. She sat there. Leaned forward. Elbows on her knees. Hands clasped. Her chin. Sat softly. Upon their folded. Forms. She watched him. She was unsure why. Perhaps. Because he was a good. Winner. He didn't gloat. Much. He didn't. Rub it. Within the face. Of the other. He seemed instead. To have expected. To win. And he probably had. And that. Made it all. The more interesting. She was not. Even sure. That he saw her. Til his eyes. And her own. Seemed to meet. She did not move. Or seem shocked. By his looking. Upon her visage. But she stared. At him right back. Undeterred. And unaffected. Though. Her eyes. Were still. Blank. They seemed. Almost uninterested. In the world around her.

He rearranged the board. making no noise. It was familiar. to him. She could tell. That he knew. His way. Around the board. All too well. He looked to her. Once more. Motioning to the seat. Across from him. The opponent seat. She was unsure. If that was. Some sort of. Sign or. Impression. But she rose. Regardles. Picking up her bag. She moved. Over to the table. Her steps. Punctuated. By the clink. Of some of. Her chains. She moved to the table. And lowered herself. Into the seat. Across from him. Her bag. Leaning. Against her seat. And her leg. She looked at him. Still watching. Curious. As to what. His agenda was.

"Greetings, to you" she said calmly. Her eyes. Watching his.

She was unsure. If he was. Wanting to play. a game with her. Or perhaps. It was just. A more intimate setting. To be across a table. Rather than. Across a whole room. Bix placed. Her hands. Gently on. The table. In front of her. folded gently. One arm. On top. Of the other. Her hands. Clasping. Her elbows. Her eyes hadn't. Left his. She was curious. What they. Would be doing here.

"Name, might I inquire about?" she asked. Speaking. In her own. Strange way.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Greetings, to you" she said calmly her eyes keeping steady gaze on his.

Gabriel didn’t find it all too odd, though he’d become accustomed to English now being within the country long enough it was a bit out of the norm though refreshing.

"Name, might I inquire about?"

He corked a brow at that one, ok a bit odd indeed. His emerald gaze surveyed her steadily before choosing the words to say. No need to mock her, though she may have just been playing a game with him to see the reaction, the guys who had just left must’ve put her up to it, however he’d go undeterred.

“Gabriel Seran and yours my dear?”

He said it with a small glint of teeth, showing clear hospitality towards her despite her odd words. His fingers ran across the board again etching over the pieces, the king in particular needing another victory. Though things would have to wait a bit, plans had to be set in motion.

[bix]

Interest
&& Intrigue

His eyes. Locked with her own. And unlike. Some others. Bix did. Not blush. It was not. That he was. Unattractive. Merely that. Right now. The air in the room. Was not about attraction. It was not about. Being friends. Or trying to flirt. It was about one boy. One girl. And a game. Between them. Her eyes. Did not falter. Bix. While seemingly weak. Was actually. A very strong woman. Not in body. No. But her mind. Was an excellent machine. It observed. Trapped. And used the. Knowledge that. She collected. Through her days. Through her nights. And through her study. Bix did not. Ever intend. To let any. Of her knowledge. Go to waste. She knew. That all knowledge. At some point. Could and would. Be used for something. Even if the actual. POint was. Irrelevant. To the topic at hand. Experiencing. And knowing things. Made it so. You could apply them. To other experiences. Knowing. That they could. Possibly benefit.

Gabriel. His name was. Like the angel. How interesting. Her eyes watched him. Filing the thought. To ponder on. At a later date. She let her eyes. Stay. On his own. Curious. Where this meeting. Of the both of them. Perhaps might go. Her eyes. Were locked on his. an inward challenge. Some might see it as. Or it could be. That she was. Merely showing him. She was unafraid. Of him. Nor was she intimidated. By him. He then. Inquired. About her own name. She reached up. With one of her hands. And brushed. Her blue hair. Which moved. Like the softest. Pure silk. Back over. Her left shoulder. Catching the light. From above. The different. Shades of blue. Shimmered. In her soft hair. Bix was a stickler. Her skin. Was like velvet. For the way. That she took care of it. And her hair. Was like silk. For the car. That she gave it. She felt. Her body. Was her temple. And one. Must bless. And care for. The temple.

"Bix."

Her answer. It was so simplistic. As her hand. So pale. Came back down. Clasping her elbow. Once more. In a comfortable. Pose. Her pale skin. So very white. Against the. Dark shirt. That she wore. But then. Bix was not worried. About looking pale. Merely taking. Care of herself. And even. If she did not. She would. Still be pale. A medical condition. Keeping her that way.

"Game, played well, you did." she mentioned. Out of. The corner. Of her eyes. She could see him. Playing. with the board. And the soliders. That stood. At attention. And ready. To be molded. Into a formidble. Army at his fingertips. But her eyes. Had not yet. Move from his. "Congratulations, in order, they are."

[Gabriel Seran]

"Bix."

She had said whilst flipping her odd blue hair out of the way revealing just how pale she was. Gabriel smirked, he’d always had a thing for sides of the spectrum either extremely pale or very tan nothing else seemed to work for him. He pushed the thought out of mind while his finger dwindled on the crown of the king.

"Game, played well, you did."

He had to grin even wider, it wasn’t the ego boost he’d just been given, though the odd way of her voice seemed to bother him ever so slightly that it made him laugh. He didn’t exactly intend to be cruel it was just what would happen.

"Congratulations, in order, they are."

He nodded trying his best not to laugh, covering his humored façade with one of cockiness over his victory. Rule #23 of the power guidebook, never show you’re true skill always come off as cocky or stupid and those will never suspect.

“I would think so, though of course those players weren’t so much a challenge…Now tell me…Bix was it? Do you enjoy playing games?”

[bix]

Insulted
Laughter

He laughed. Bix showed nothing. Her face was blank. Eyes still on his. She showed nothing. Of the annoyance. And even anger. That she felt. This was why. Bix existed. Though in Bix's mind. The thought. Never occured. That Liberty. The actual girl. Would never speak. In the defected tones. That Bix used. She would be. Far more normal. But Bix. enjoyed being odd. She cared not. Much for the thoughts. And opinions. Of those around her. If they. Did not. Understand her. Then perhaps. They were lesser. Their minds. Not as attuned. As her own was. Bix was a fairly. Intelligent. Young woman. Libery. Had leant. Her prowess. To the current inhabitant. But Liberty. Still felt the pain. Of judgement. Even from the back. Of Bix's mind. The girl. could feel the other. Shudder. wanting to be accepted. For who she was. And yet. never would it be so. Bix was far. Too strange. To merely. Be accepted.

Apparently. He felt. As though the one. He had demolished. Of pride. Was nothing. Not a challenge. Not worthy. Of really speaking over. Bix. Let her right brow. Raise. At this thought. To think he. Did not think. The challenger worthy. Showed his cockiness. It showed. That he was weak. For in her experience. The ones. with the most. Fluff upfront. Were the ones. That when it came down. To it. Couldn't perform. Or didn't show up. They were unused. To actually. having to perform. Something they did not. Already dominate. He inquired to her. If she enjoyed games. A slow. Knowing smirk. Crossed her slender. Pale lips.

"Depends, it does, on the kind."

Her answer was simple. She was not. A huge fan of chess. Yes, she could play. But she simply. Didn't. It was not that she expected. To lose. She could. And that was fine. She did not. Expect to win. At everything. However. It was still. NOt something. That interested her. It made her wonder though. If that was all. This boy had. Was he really. So very two dimensional. That he had nothing. But chess. to converse about. Or was he so. Unsated. By the win. Mere moments ago. He thrilled. To have another. Was he such. A green monster of pride? It seemed. She might. Have run into. An interesting case.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Depends, it does, on the kind." Gabriel Smirked upon the odd case’s reply.

Of course was the apparent game of chess before them which had a certain tie in to his abilities, not only did he pride himself on knowing the outcome of a fight, but bleeding towards winning on. He needed warriors, thinkers, loyal companions. Though the gain of something through a gamble didn’t prove anyone’s loyalty to one another it provided for opportunity. This game they would play would be two games in one, not only the game before them but would also serve as the battle for the future. Another hand tied to the mast as they go down with the ship, or cast up with the wings of the Valkyries.

“How about we play a game with stakes? You choose the game, I win and I get to decide my prize from the loser, however if I lose…then you have your will to do with me…” he glinted with a calm stare, unwavering.

“So how about it…champ?”

[Andy]

"No, no. You cannot enter the room. No, no. Away from the entrance please, people are leaving."

The hoi polloi of men clad in suits and other official garbs exited the room and eventually, the general vicinity as they accepted their demise. Something was going on inside the room, and it had sounded like a chess tournament from the description...
Several men were quite irate. They possessed menacing auras which reflected their contempt for whoever or whatever had occurred in the room. One man in particular had a very purple face, one which almost had veins popping out of his neck. Unpleasant site it was.

As soon as the crowd had left, Andrew managed to enter the room, however he was forbidden to touch any of the tables or the chess boards, sets, or money. It was for the winner. The tournament was still in progress. There were people still playing. Especially the noticeable pair, a few feet away from where he stood, who seemed to be caught up in a mental struggle. The male seemed quite confident. Andrew was no good at reading these so called "auras" at the moment, and he had no idea who these two were, however he enjoyed a good chess match. So he would watch. The exchange between these two caught his attention and drew him a few steps closer to their table.

The pressure was on. Especially since another pair ended their match and left. Now, slowly, but surely, the games were entering into the finals rounds.

[bix]

A Game?
Interesting

A game. He seemed. To want. The winner. Made the loser. Do as they pleased. Perhaps. He underestimated. Her intelligence. She wondered. What kind of game. They should play. Something. That would be interesting. Something. That would have. Many twists. And turns. Something that. Would not. Only be entertaining. But something. That would test the wills. Of one another. And something that. Would have. A clear winner. And loser. Nothing so silly. As a tie. Tie's were for children. They were not children. And she could see. That he was intelligent. The glint behind. His dark eyes. Were certainly. Giving off that aura. But she. wanted to make sure. That if she won. It would be. Something worthwhile.

A childish game. Came to mind. But played right. It could certainly. Be interesting. She grinned. As she watched him. Her fingers. Were not. Touching the board. NOr the pieces. She cared not. For them. Nor the game of chess. No this game. Would prove to be. Most interesting. And in that case. She would be able. To win. And in the meantime. Learn more. About her counterpart. For the day.

"Truth. Or. Dare."

Three. Simple words. She looked over at him. Her eyes. Gave a small. Twinkle. This. Was going. To be a very. Great day. Even if she lost. She could really. See nothing. It would hurt. To be ordered to do. And who knew. Maybe. She would befriend. This angel. And they would end up. Leaving without a challenge. But she held. Little to no hope. This would be so. But looked forward. Instead. To an interesting day.

"Begin, you may."

[Gabriel Seran]

"Truth. Or. Dare."

Gabriel cocked a brow expectantly, he had assumed the game would be something of skill or wit but in his mind it exemplified a child’s play game, one where inexperienced lovers shred their emotions before their counterparts in a nervous hesitant way. They were in no way lovers and in no sense children. He could see little to come out of this.

"Begin, you may."
Gabriel leaned forward slightly irritated that she’d picked such a game, “Really?” he gave her a questioning stare expecting nothing less than for the strange girl to return him with nothing to work with.

“Fine I’ll play your game…” He leaned back in his chair, “Dare!”
She was certainly strange but he didn’t fear whatever oddity was to come out of it there was nothing he feared, as of late he’d faced everything he had once feared head on. Though he suffered the terrors then it was necessary now to change that to face the darkness rather than run away. What example would he be setting?

[bix]

((OoC: Waiting, I was, til Andy posted. Yet seems, he is not, active any longer. Post again, I will, sorry greatly for any delay))

Dare
Excellent

Bix watched. he seemed. Surprised by her choice. While it may seem. As though it. Were a childish game. It was much more. Complicated. Than just that. In fact. Many did not seem. To realize. That in her hands. Truth or dare. Could hurt, wound, and maim. Which was. One of the things. She figured. That she might do here. Afterall. She was far more. Intelligent. Than most. Gave her credit for. She enjoyed. Being around. People. That underestimated. The young witch. Because most did. And never seemed. To really realize. That she was something. Special. Thinking that. With her manner of speech. And her manner of dress. She certainly. Could have no. Redeeming qualities.

Dare. Was what he chose. Excellent. Bix knew. Just what. Her first dare. Would be. It would be. No actual. quick manner. That was stupid. No. It would have. To be something. She knew. He would think twice. Before trying. Something that he. Would not want. To do and yet. Was bound to do. Because of his earlier words. Bix drummed her fingers. Upon the table. Watching him. With her expressionless. Blue eyes.

"Lose, in a game of chess, against me."

Not that. She couldn't win. On her own. Just that. To ask him. To purposely lose. What he loved. Winning so much. Was a blow. To his ego. His soul. And his being. A blow to his pride. That he would certainly. Suffer from. For at least. The time being. Which was currently. What she wanted.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Lose, in a game of chess, against me."
Gabriel cocked a brow, from any external person it would seem such a foolish dare. Or even one that would seem so easy. Though to Gabriel it meant a lot more than that, winning was everything to him, victory meant so much more than simple games go it was his name his bloodline to have victory distilled upon him.

Looking beyond the obvious fact of loosing he remembered Unfettered throwing the game away. It was way back when at 259 they had their own game of chess, the game was one of sacrifice and great strategic strength but below it all hid a grander purpose Unfettered was testing him. Was this not much more than a test, some foolish young girl showing her moral being much better than his own. Gabriel’s lips pursed quickly surveying the board before him.

He extended a finger out and knocked over the king. “You win a noble sacrifice.” He said in an almost too eager voice, it was another strike a strong lesson he had learned better to topple the king and surrender the great leader than let the pawns suffer. A leader had to know when the sacrifice was not worth the lives of those who followed.

“Truth or dare?” he questioned without a moments break.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah paused as a fleeting thought passed through his brain, a moment of mental desire and spontaneous telekenetic combustion- Bix was calling to him. 'I need you. Come.' Jeremiah stood in the middle of class, ignoring the teacher who called out his name as he flipped open the door and began the long walk to where she wait for him. He entered the scene, coming through the doors with as little finesse as possible before making his way over to where his master awaited him. He didnt say anything, but instead grabbed a chair, dragged it over to where the two sat, and turned it around, planting himself in it and staring at the male who sat across from her.

He wasnt putting off a hostile aura, he could tell by how she called him that it wasnt urgent or out of fright or pain. No, she was calling him simply to be there, though he knew not why. He sent her a thought, knowing that, since it had been a month, they could nearly communicate mentally without any problems.

'Does this one need to feel pain?'

He sent the thought lithely, sighing inwardly at having to communicate with her in such a fassion.

Such was his life.