[Well, that was something of a first. She didn't get confused for a guy pretty much ever, though she supposed that these text communications complicated things. After all, she was so used to a world where she never spoke to anyone at all, where people just wouldn't understand her completely and she loathed them for it. And here? it was so much easier than the scroll network, and they all wanted to know her. It was... strange.
She managed a little shrug and shook her head, looking a little amused before tipping her hat to him and shifting out another piece. A couple to set up jumps for the future. Not good to jump out too far. She gave him a once over before taking a piece of paper in a notepad from her pocket and scrawling on it quickly.]
[Admittedly? she'd assumed that he wouldn't have a brown hair on his head. She'd kind of gotten a 'grandpa' vibe from him the times that they'd talked, so she had thought he was a bit older by far. She settled back, nodding. No, she didn't have any illusions about her age. She wasn't old by any stretch even if she wasn't a child.]
[She shrugged, tapping her own piece gently on the board. When she moved it, it was clear she was separating her pieces to avoid double-jumps while setting up her attack slowly, methodically. She wasn't the most aggressive of players.
Another shrug as she typed, and there was an uncommitted look in her eyes.]
It's a decent answer. No, we don't. But I meant it when we spoke before. One of my remaining reasons for living is here. So, I'm not in a hurry.
[She leaned back, considering him. his second message...]
This has to do with asking about doctors, yes?
[She wasn't necessarily prying, but she was willing to be a little blunt about the matter. She could also appreciate a person who really had no reason to continue on, or who felt that they would not one way or another. She should have been dead two years ago, but she wasn't.]
[A move away from either of them getting tagged. She moved a piece up a hop away from behind, checking to see if he was going to ove in for a one for one trade.]
That will do it, yes. I'm guessing you live a dangerous life? You don't seem the random victim.
[He says blithely. Instead of doing the expected thing, he moves one of his backburner pieces forward instead, just to see what she'll do in response.]
[That gave her pause. Ok, so they were playing a longer game. She could do that. It made things more interesting. Instead of going for the back row, she started on the other side of the front one, getting ready for a second direction in a few moves.]
Everyone's a criminal somewhere. But you just seem the right kind of matter of fact. Like it doesn't fuss you one way or another. At least you're not the whiny "I did nothing wrong, honest" type. Never could abide the ones who weren't honest about what they are.
[His next move is another random one, all the way across the board.]
Nor can I. The ones who are wracked with guilt but don't have the good sense to stop, the ones who make excuses for themselves and look down on the rest of us--
[her pace slowed considerably. It was blatantly obvious that she was checking for pattern and developing move sets, thinking three moves down the road, though it was reactive. This wasn't her strongest game and she sort of expected to lose, but she played conservatively, angling to not leave too many openings as she got her front rank in position twice around.]
Putting on airs for skill is one thing. We are what we are. It's survival. I don't need to do it here, so I do what I'm good at.
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She managed a little shrug and shook her head, looking a little amused before tipping her hat to him and shifting out another piece. A couple to set up jumps for the future. Not good to jump out too far. She gave him a once over before taking a piece of paper in a notepad from her pocket and scrawling on it quickly.]
Younger than expected.
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[He says, with a throaty chuckle.]
Now, especially.
[He's not young, after all, and he's pretty sure that blind eye and the cane make him look older than he actually is.]
But you - you're about the age I thought you were.
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Thought I would end the illusions. Was curious.
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[He asks, tapping his piece lightly against the board in lieu of making a move with it.]
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You're different, but so far?
I think I am more curious than I am expecting?
What do you want here?
Other than an exit.
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[He moves a piece, approaching one of hers from the side.]
No matter who we are, alive or dead, I think it's clear enough that none of us are really meant to be here.
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Another shrug as she typed, and there was an uncommitted look in her eyes.]
It's a decent answer.
No, we don't.
But I meant it when we spoke before.
One of my remaining reasons for living is here.
So, I'm not in a hurry.
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[Potentially being dead will do that!]
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This has to do with asking about doctors, yes?
[She wasn't necessarily prying, but she was willing to be a little blunt about the matter. She could also appreciate a person who really had no reason to continue on, or who felt that they would not one way or another. She should have been dead two years ago, but she wasn't.]
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[He says bluntly, moving closer still to her nearest gamepiece.]
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That will do it, yes.
I'm guessing you live a dangerous life?
You don't seem the random victim.
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[He says blithely. Instead of doing the expected thing, he moves one of his backburner pieces forward instead, just to see what she'll do in response.]
Nah, you've got it right; I'm a criminal and all.
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Everyone's a criminal somewhere.
But you just seem the right kind of matter of fact.
Like it doesn't fuss you one way or another.
At least you're not the whiny "I did nothing wrong, honest" type.
Never could abide the ones who weren't honest about what they are.
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Nor can I. The ones who are wracked with guilt but don't have the good sense to stop, the ones who make excuses for themselves and look down on the rest of us--
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Putting on airs for skill is one thing.
We are what we are. It's survival.
I don't need to do it here, so I do what I'm good at.