Nolan
Where’s the fun in that?
Sat Oct 28, 2017 23:48
108.48.162.157

Wearing sunglasses inside was weird, Nolan decided, as the other student fumbled through the conversation. Nolan was pretty sure his name was Russell. He wasn’t bad with names. The chess set didn’t seem to like Russell very much, which boded well for the opposing player, except that there definitely wasn’t an opposing player. Yet.

Nolan had only played wizard’s chess, so he wasn’t sure what it was like to have to move the pieces on your own. “But in Muggle chess the pieces don’t help you,” he protested. “How can you tell if you’re making a good move? They know what they’re doing.” Who better to get chess advice from than the actual chess pieces? Maybe if you were already a good player, but Nolan had learned how to play chess from his set back home. Nowadays they trusted him enough to follow orders, although his white left bishop was pretty insubordinate sometimes. Nolan was pretty sure he just liked to be contrary. “Once you learn the notation it’s not too hard,” he added. A to H and one to eight. As long as you remembered where the count started, you were golden.

Sometimes Merlin’s ghost or God or whatever was influencing the world just walked up and handed you a gift. “Didn’t you have a leg yesterday?What an incredible question. There were just so many opportunities to mess with his answer.

This in addition to the double-take. Really, you couldn’t ask for a more entertaining set-up. Nolan loved this stuff. People thought that seeing an amputee gave them a license to ask the most invasive, stupidest questions, like “do you have cancer?” or “where did you serve?” (it was a stupid question when the person you asked was clearly a teenager) or “how long will it take your leg to grow back?” (the dumbest question ever). When he was In Company (who usually phrased their questions about his leg more decorously) at home, Nolan behaved.

But he was not In Company right now. “Sure did. Got it caught in the elevator so goodbye, big leftaroo,” Nolan said, cheerfully indicating the space where his left leg would be as he said big leftaroo, as if that was his leg’s name. On the spot, he decided that the other one was Ole Righty, but he couldn’t think of a way to work that into the conversation.

Wait, yes he could. “Now it’s just me and Ole Righty,” he added, with exaggerated drama. “But yeah, we’d love to play. Hey, sword-slinger. D4 right now or I’ll toss you in the pool.” The knight moved. Nolan maneuvered himself into the chair on the black side of the chessboard. “So, how come you’re wearing sunglasses inside?” Nolan asked, because he was owed a dumb question for the leg thing. That was how it worked.

  • Absolutely, just take my place! - Russell, Sat Oct 28 01:25
    Russell’s gaze went from the shoe, up almost to its owner’s face but not quite, as his eyes then spun immediately back down again to the hole beside where a matching (or mismatching; he was hardly... more
    • Where’s the fun in that? - Nolan, Sat Oct 28 23:48
      • .....This is fun? - Russell, Wed Nov 1 21:34
        At the other boy’s insistence that magical chess pieces were helpful, Russell almost wanted to roll his eyes, but that seemed rude (not to mention absolutely pointless) (and a bit painful, since... more
        • For me, anyway - Nolan, Fri Nov 3 15:27
          Nolan really didn’t see how chess pieces who didn’t do anything could be more helpful than chess pieces who knew the game and could give advice. Although he supposed if your chess set hated you they... more
          • I guess that means we balance out - Russell , Mon Nov 6 00:14
            The other student looked like he was going to burst out laughing at his pitiful explanation, and Russell could feel his face flushing with heat. He ducked his head, tucking some hair back behind his... more
            • Balance is key - Nolan, Mon Nov 6 17:15
              One of Russell’s knights just seemed to give up on life. Him and the horse he rode in on gave up at the same time, which Nolan thought was pretty lousy behavior for chess pieces. Could the school not ... more
              • I'm not an expert on it - Russell , Fri Nov 10 22:34
                Russell felt almost proud of himself for almost two seconds. He had managed to explain himself and justify his disability label… label ling ... Well, the label, and the act of labelling himself.... more
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