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ACTION;
A) [In the morning, Charles can be found living up to his actual age, being an old man and setting up a chessboard in the park! Someone save him before he starts feeding pigeons and wearing sweater vests. He doesn't seem to have a partner to play with. Not until you walk by, that is, at which point he smiles and gestures to the other side of the table.]

Why don't you take a seat? Let's have a match. [SUSPICIOUS... No, he's just that bored and in a rare social mood.]

B) [Or maybe you catch him a little later on, after he's packed away his chess set and is out walking his, uh... Horace. The giant beast actually seems pretty tame, all things considered, only stopping to sniff moving things (like you, whoops!) and occasionally making gross growling noises and drooling on the ground. So majestic.

For the unfortunate citizens, these two losers can also be found in much less docile situations - Charles trying to shoo his droolbeast away from a drone it's attempting to gnaw on, or perhaps Horace lolloping down the road with a few geese in its mouth.]

PHONE;
[And carrying on with the trend of being utterly unruffled by everything that happened over the weekend, Charles will pick up his phone in the early evening with a question for the masses.]

I'd like to know your opinion on concerts. Proper orchestral performances, I mean. Who here enjoys them? If something with that sort of music happened to be available in the city, would you attend? [His little fancy cultured self is starting to feel more deprived than usual okay... Having at least one other star performer now, all that's left is to gauge the interest of a potential audience.]

Comments

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...Is the moon sentient in your own universe? [...] And you mean to say your kind is from the moon, then? [he comes from a world where there is no magic/supernatural/spiritual stuff and this is all extremely bizarre

scooting a rook in the direction of that knight...]

[splitthebaby]

All planets have a consciousness. I was originally human, however. But my master was from the moon, yes.

[Meh, sliding up another pawn.]

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That's a spectacular notion. [capturing that pawn with a surprise knight attack!1]

Supernatural beings from the moon is almost like something out of a futuristic bedtime story. I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing the way the universes of others function.

[splitthebaby]

It surely is an interesting topic. Probably doubly so if you have to deal with those who drool frequently.

[moving ahead another pawn gosh!]

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[HE IS THE PAWN RUINATING MACHINE what happened to his plan to capture that knight...]

Yes, the life forms I've dealt with seem to be significantly less attractive than even humans, at times. It's a rather unfortunate lot to be dealt. [weary old man sigh] Your world sounds much more elegant.

[splitthebaby]

[He just wants to somehow get a second queen.]

My world also has Ciel.

[This is clearly a massive downfall.]

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[no don't hog the queens geez he needs a piece to covet and kings are worthless!! sending his last rook out]

Is she that much of a negative? Though I do get the distinct feeling she doesn't get along with you perfectly well. [more like every time they talk about each other his idea of their true opinions gets foggier.....]

[splitthebaby]

Ciel is Ciel. [PAWN FORGING AHEAD]

Yes, she does dislike me quite a bit. It's an odd situation because I represent everything she hates but we are also quite similar in ways. Regardless, we are something of co-workers so, in the name of loyalty, she'll never attempt to kill me. At worst, she'll attempt to harm me and, at the least, she'll be fairly passive-aggressive.

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[setting up a defense with his bishop!!]

That's a little enigmatic. She does seem the type to resort to passive-aggression in a situation like that, though. [and then, just because he has the strangest feeling about this...!] Have you given her much of a reason to dislike you outside of what you are?

[splitthebaby]

[why you gotta block the pawn

thankfully he has others to move forward]

What I am is every reason she has. Regardless of what actions I would have taken, that opinion would have been predestined.

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[blocking that other pawn too like it is his new mission in life] Her distaste is that intense? [seems legit surprised by this revelation... a church dog hating the thing it hunts?? preposterous!]

Is it toward your kind in particular?

[splitthebaby]

Oh yes, definitely toward my kind. I'd explain why but unfortunately, it's none of my business to say why. It would be beyond rude of me but feel free to ask her yourself.

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I'd not demand or expect an explanation from you on such a topic, so that's fine. It isn't any of my business why she holds the prejudices she does. [meaning he is filing this away to ask her about later...]

[splitthebaby]

That doesn't mean you won't ask anyway.

[He's onto Charles. Mostly because he'd do the exact same thing. Sliding up another pawn......]

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[quietly setting a knight up to capture a rook, feeling v. transparent...]

I doubt I would learn much even if I did. [ciels hair is full of secrets and she doesn't share any of them]

[splitthebaby]

[he's a dick and slides up his rook by one space]

You may be surprised if you try to read in between the lines.

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[por que

but fine gosh he'll just go after a bishop instead]

That art isn't one I have a fine mastery over, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try. ...If I decide to ask, that is.

[splitthebaby]

When you get my age, it's all you know how to do.

[.....old men. Pawn going up again.]

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[moving his queen over behind a knight]

One of the many things I have to look forward to, hm? I'm quite glad I get to skip the back and knee problems.

[splitthebaby]

Do you really get to skip that? I can't say since my joints aren't really my own.

[It is still the pawn's quest to get across the board....until it's stuck in front of another pawn.]

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Not aging does lend itself to an elimination of all related health problems. [go little pawn go you can make it on your own...! he's too focused on trying to take down a piece closer to the king to bother with the pawn yet.]

What do you mean by that?

[splitthebaby]

It means exactly what it sounds like.

[He thinks he can he thinks he can

this is the worst chess game ever]

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[they are trying so hard

it reflects in the topnotch strategy and the way their pieces are slowly ambling in all directions over the board.]

Prosthetics, then? Do excuse my curiosity, but it is a bit unusual for someone to lack even a single joint of their own.

[splitthebaby]

Magical prosthetics. My arms and legs are demons. [scary scary

he scoots a rook up to take another pawn]

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[uses a pawn to capture the little pawn that could]

...Have you already regained your prosthetics? [quietly

eyeing his arms... when he hears 'demon prosthetic' he expects to see something more along the lines of horace or maybe godzilla]