Nolan
Balance is key
Mon Nov 6, 2017 17:15
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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 bother to supply the Recreation Center with a more cooperative set? Maybe this was what being ownerless did to wizarding chess pieces. Instead of working well with anyone, like they should, they just refused to work well for everyone.

Of course, Nolan’s side was following his orders, so maybe it was just Russell.

“Guys, if you’re not going to do what he says then how are we supposed to have a game?” Nolan said to the pieces. Not that it would probably make much of a difference. Chess pieces were stubborn, so if they weren’t going to listen to the guy who was supposed to be in charge of them, they almost definitely weren’t going to listen to the guy who was trying to defeat their side. But hey, Nolan could try, right?

This time when Russell talked, Nolan did snort in laughter. At first Nolan had admittedly thought Russell was trying to make some kind of fashion statement. Except that indoor sunglasses wasn’t much of a statement, really. But he hadn’t questioned Russell’s explanation. “I mean, I believe you. I’m disabled too. I joke about it ‘cause strangers ask me what happened to my leg when it’s none of their business,” Nolan said affably. He realized he was saying it was none of Russell’s business why Nolan didn’t have a leg today, but he was also saying it was none of his business about Russell’s disability, so he thought it balanced out. “So I just make up a story about what happened. You don’t get sick of explaining your, whatsit, achromatopsia to random people?”

Nolan had had almost a decade’s experience of strangers asking what happened to his leg and it had gotten pretty old after the first couple of years. For some reason, being visibly disabled was like hanging a sign on you that said ‘hey everyone, feel free to bluntly ask me invasive questions!’ He didn’t get why so many people were curious about how he had lost his leg—it was usually people he didn’t know, so why should it matter to them?—but Nolan felt like since they were strangers, he didn’t owe them accurate answers. “I mean, I wasn’t gonna ask after you said you were disabled,” Nolan said, honestly, “‘cause, like, I don’t know you, so it’s none of my business.” And also he didn’t care a whole lot about what kind of light-sensitive disability someone he just met had.

He gestured at the board. “I think it’s still technically your turn,” the redhead added. “Since your knight there didn’t do anything.” Maybe Nolan would try to take the knight, since he looked like he was fixing to stay where he was at for a while. He could get a bishop in position to do that. Or a pawn, if the knight had just completely given up.

  • I guess that means we balance out - Russell , Mon Nov 6 00:14
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    • Balance is key - Nolan, Mon Nov 6 17:15
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