it's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
WHO: Meta Knight and Auron
WHERE: A park. With old dudes playing chess. We're just adding two more old dudes.
WHEN: Feb 18
WARNINGS: Asses. THE BAD KIND.
SUMMARY: Chess is pretty badass too, you guys. Watch Meta Knight play chess. And meet Auron.
FORMAT: idek. paragraph?
Meta Knight had often passed by this park, and seen the more elderly men engaged in intellectual warfare. Put a piece forward, chase your opponent around the board, reveal that you'd been getting into position to attack their king the entire time. He had asked one for rules, and taken to it easily.
So he made a point of having at least one game before trudging half the way to school and flying the rest. Even the best soldiers needed a little time to play, really, and this game was exactly the kind he enjoyed: intelligent, based off of strategy, not mashing buttons. He would never understand his student's enamour with the latter, though they had often tried to get him to play with them during lunch hour.
And here he was. It was a week off for the kids, and thus a week off for himself as well. He found himself at a board alone, pondering moves against the only opponent there at this brisk morning hour, himself.
WHERE: A park. With old dudes playing chess. We're just adding two more old dudes.
WHEN: Feb 18
WARNINGS: Asses. THE BAD KIND.
SUMMARY: Chess is pretty badass too, you guys. Watch Meta Knight play chess. And meet Auron.
FORMAT: idek. paragraph?
Meta Knight had often passed by this park, and seen the more elderly men engaged in intellectual warfare. Put a piece forward, chase your opponent around the board, reveal that you'd been getting into position to attack their king the entire time. He had asked one for rules, and taken to it easily.
So he made a point of having at least one game before trudging half the way to school and flying the rest. Even the best soldiers needed a little time to play, really, and this game was exactly the kind he enjoyed: intelligent, based off of strategy, not mashing buttons. He would never understand his student's enamour with the latter, though they had often tried to get him to play with them during lunch hour.
And here he was. It was a week off for the kids, and thus a week off for himself as well. He found himself at a board alone, pondering moves against the only opponent there at this brisk morning hour, himself.