The eighth square at last!

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The chessboard hills
When: Monday, June 26, all day
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Tweedledee and Tweedledum have agreed to have a battle
The Story:

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+ The Game - Moves 43-53 +

[vitaelamorte]

49. White Bishop to B2

[screamsofutopia]

Sofia paces back and forth on her square like a very angry tiger in a very tiny cage.

Her counterpart must know the rules of chess. Perhaps she would as well, if she were to think about them. All she knows now is that this game involves too much waiting and not enough killing.

As move after move passes by she eyes all the pieces in her sight, occasionally flashing them angry glares and hands that burst with fire, ice and bees.

And then finally, FINALLY her first move is called. She takes a deep breath, hisses through gritted teeth, steps forward and... stops.

"That's it," she notes with dry accomplishment before staring back at the distance she just covered.

That's it?!"

Sofia drops to her knees, howling in frustration.

[carbon_knight]

Mark's been following the game from his corner of the board.
Stango's been taken, and the pawn that brought him down is right there within Sofia's range. He understands that there's a strategy going on here, but he'd also like to see some revenge.

Sofia's radio crackles.

"Waste of your talents."

[screamsofutopia]

Getting back on her feet she fishes for the radio.

"Right there," she growls with bared teeth and glares at Seeu, although if she's merely spotted a potential target or if revenge is on her mind as well is hard to determine.

She's come to dislike harm coming to her fake brother from anyone except herself, but after a while she was forced to stop paying attention. Obviously everyone except for her got to play. It was unfair. Unfair.

"Why are we playing by the boring rules?"

Her tone is whiny now... perhaps a little hopeful. So far Mark's counterpart has been one of the few people capable of selling her a non-violent approach. Occasionally.

[carbon_knight]

"Because we're the pieces, not the players."

Which is to say, they don't get a choice. But that seems insufficient.

"And the prize sounds like it's worth a little frustration."

[screamsofutopia]

"The players are boring," she grumbles to herself as she looks at the pieces around her once again, so close and yet so far.

"What prize?"

Sofia tilts her head curiosly. She didn't exactly pay that much attention.

[carbon_knight]

"Becoming realthings. Forever. I'd like to see what that means."

[screamsofutopia]

It means they could go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. They could dance until they die. You know, and so on and so forth.

"More lives to play with," she chimes happily, a serene smile on her face.

[carbon_knight]

Oh Sofia is that a come-on?

"There's that, yes. Be patient a little bit longer."

[screamsofutopia]

"How much longer?"

Not fun. Not fun at all.

[carbon_knight]

"Not long. The board's thinning out. You'll get your turn."

[screamsofutopia]

Sofia stares at her hand with some concern. Specifically she is staring at her armband and its symbol.

"What if they'll never let me play because I didn't bring my mitre?"

She runs her hand through her hair, looking worried.

[carbon_knight]

"Stop that. Ben didn't have a sword, and he got to play."

[screamsofutopia]

"What happened to him?"

She looks around. It occurs to her that she should have been paying attention, at least to him.

But then again, it also occurs to her that the unpleasantly invisible barrier is keeping her from shooting flames, bees or any combination thereof at other pieces in the distance anyway.

[carbon_knight]

"He was captured. Surrendered."

Bluh.

[screamsofutopia]

"What."

NEVER GIVE UP. NEVER SURRENDER.