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Apr 16, 2006 21:34

[Yet another multi-pup posting...]

Sitting at a table, with a chess game made entirely of glass between them, is Strength and Wheel. The game doesn't appear to have any winner clearly defined, as it looks as though both Strength and Wheel are going through the motions, rather than engaging in anything competitive.

There's a somberness about the pair, as their minds are on a certain brother of theirs, and the man he intends to ruin.

"Your move sister," says Wheel, an old man today, prodding Strength to move her pieces about.

"Huh? Oh. You're right. It is." And she moves her white piece forward, only to have it claimed by one of Wheel's.

They need a better distraction than this.

Nearby is a bird who hasn't seen the interior of the bar in a long time. Or maybe he has, but he's made it look like he hasn't.

Roäc the Raven is watching the two cards from his perch upon the rafters.

He's very concerned in the way a stranger who knows nothing of the situation at hand can be. A detached sense of concern, but concern nonetheless.

It seems the duo needs a lot of cheering up...

roäc, strength, wheel, suit of swords, námo

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