[A parlor smelling of smoke and soft piano music filtering through the air is what greets our guests today, but one that isn't empty. Tyki has his arms folded and his brow knit in concentration at the table in front of him. Upon the table was a checkers board with black and red pieces scattered about. The game appears to be in mid play even
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Who's winning?
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Maybe.]
He is.
[A wave at the other empty seat as he tops off the piece with a black piece on top. It almost looked smug.]
Won't you introduce yourself?
[A shine from no discernible light source scatters across the black pieces from left to right.]
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[He does nod though, amiably.]
You do pick up the strangest companions.
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I probably should stop opening up drawers and cabinets with more dust than shine on them, but how else is one supposed to know the locals better.
[Another cross of the arms and a concentrated glance at the board.]
If you have any ideas, I'll be glad to hear them. Best three out of five, and this is game two.
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He doesn't even pay attention to the Noah as he just stops in for a drink. Too tired to notice the piano playing right away, too.]
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Or lose.]
You know, I'm beginning to doubt the legality of that move.
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Not even a greeting?
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Jasdero.
Why are you on the floor?
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And what exactly did you lose?
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Losing. Just slightly.
How good are you at this game?
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Think you could distract him?
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Pony Allen. Tyki.
These two might have not had the pleasure of meeting. Or if they did, Tyki probably has long since forgotten. So don't mind him as he stares at Allen's white mane and black coat.
Did it just speak or was that something else talking?]
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