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Bits, Bobs, This, That, and the Other
Tue Sep 12, 2006 13:14
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“It’s an intellectual’s game, which is why too few within the Tower’s confines play it, and why even less play it well.” Lysander smirked nearing the end of his sentence. It was true; most Asha'man had limited their educations here in a manner than transformed them from walking, talking brutes, into hulking, grunting brutes. A joke amongst thinkers, at the expense of those who wouldn't stop to think about it. That's amusing, in and of itself.

Locke tapped his noise thoughtfully, examining the Star Point on which Ly had taken first - a good opening move, with many possibilities. There were four star points on the board, mimicking the corners of the paper within the confines of the grid - they were powerful places to be, based on geography - or in the case of a 2D board, geometry. Locke took the star point diagonally across from the M'Hael's - a predictable move; the beginning of an unpredictable ambush setup.

"How old are you now, Locke?" Lysander seemed pleased to be able to dispose with formality entirely; there was enough for him to stomach in the first few hours of the morning. Locke knew what leading entailed, but dealing with some of the people the M'Hael had to... it was a real wonder he didn't vomit real, earthly, tangible annoyance in liquid form. Locke fancied that liquid annoyance would be purply. A grayish purple.

"I'm twenty, this past Friday." Lysander's formative stratagem was taking shape. It was a stylization of a pincer, Locke thought, but it was early yet. Things like that could metamorphose into more sinister tactics - the Scorpion Hook, for example. Locke moved straight forward, placing his forward most pieces in danger, if Lysander moved aggressively his next two turns. Locke knew that he would not; Ly was a thinker. A young thinker, but a versed one. He was a talented person. He will move right, to compensate for his light defense on that part of the board, whilst keeping up the slow advance to the left, hoping to force me into deadlock in the middle, or, better yet for him, into a corner. Locke grinned. "It's odd, not having an age that ends in "teen". It is good for business, though." Locke slipped a stone farther forward.

Lysander's countenance grew dark, as he furrowed his brow. "And what kind of fool move is that?"

"A dangerous one."

"Huh." Ly moved and capture the lonesome stone, altering the formation of his pincer somewhat, but to absolutely no real degree. He wouldn't have compromised his strategy for a single stone.

Locke wiggled his long, pale fingers above the two pieces he was thinking of moving. In order to break the swirl that Ly had managed to put together, he'd need a strong column, and it would have to be masterfully placed. "I didn't mean to poke at the hornet's nest, M'Hael. I sympathize with you, in that most old men have trouble taking orders from their grandchildren's numerical equivalents."

"Things change, given time." Lysander formed a pyramid with his fingers. Locke noticed vaguely, paying more attention to his stones. Ly was not a man to make idle chit-chat; he knew he was being analyzed just as he himself analyzed the man across the table. But it was a gentlemanly sort of observation; most people who were curious about one and other psychologically looked at each other like two feral cats stuck in a box. He's not stupid enough to believe I did this to suck up... but I wonder what exactly he does believe I did this for? Despite not knowing how he was being received in his leader's mind, Locke did know how he was going to win the stones game.

"And I'm glad of it!" Locke barked a laugh, his gray and white eyes both taking on a spark of secretive amusement. "Game, by the way." Locke moved forward, synching a revised version of his initial trap. He'd sprung it from the middle of the board, rather than on the sides.


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