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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.]

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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]

[splitthebaby]

[fuuuuu]

That I have.

[The only weird thing about his arms are the giant red tattoos on his hands.]

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They're very good prosthetics, in that case. [he's a little jelly, all the prosthetic arms he tested out in his own world were lame prototypes...]

[splitthebaby]

I made them myself so I'll take that as a compliment.

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You made your own demons? ...Ah, on second thought, I believe Ciel mentioned something about this once.

[splitthebaby]

The only time I've ever made my own, I assure you. Most of the time, they have to come from the human imagination.

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From the human imagination specifically? Is it a necessity that you use others, or do you simply not like doing it yourself?

[splitthebaby]

It is a necessity that I use the human imagination. There is a detailed reason behind that but I doubt you need to be bored with it.

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Fair enough. Can you make absolutely anything that the human mind can imagine, then?

[splitthebaby]

As long as it comes in the form of a living creature, yes.

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So no tools or objects or things like that, then? [practically chinhands-ing over here, this is fascinating okay] Can you replicate creatures that already exist, or do they have to be fabricated entirely from the mind?