fandomhigh | The Tournament, Danger Shop, Day Three

It was the last day of the tournament, and everything had come down to one match -- a game of chess. A lone spotlight too brightly illuminated the regulation chess board, timer and chairs at center stage, and the space surrounding it seemed very bare and empty.

Ghanima Atreides	"We're at a tie, gentlemen," Ghanima said as she took her seat. "The score stands at eight to eight." "If you would like to concede now and leave, I'm sure Mayor Summers would be happy to accept."
Deathstroke	"We stay until it's over," Deathstroke replied, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't going to say which he thought more likely to win.
Tyler Durden	"We let the kids play," Tyler agreed, unconcerned. Win or lose, this was a nice jolt of chaos to his week. "Then ... we see."
Ghanima Atreides	She moved so fast it was as-if the knife bloomed from the table right next to Tyler's seat, Ghanima's hand still lightly resting on its hilt. "Yes." She turned her attention to the area, not bothering to re-sheathe her weapon. "We will see."

[OOC: ~~Please wait for the OCD!~~ OCD Good! On your marks, get set, GO!]

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Edited 2008-09-21 16:50 (UTC)

In which a hamsterman and an Ender play a mean game of chess for the fate of the island. Or at least so Parson thinks.

For our trio of intrepid judges as the matches rages on.

Ghanima sat back and watched, eyes intently tracking each move made on the board.

If Tyler started heckling, she'd kill him.

Tyler wasn't heckling, no. For one, the knife had made its point more than effectively; he would play nice as long as Paula kept giving him that look.

For another, this was fascinating. He didn't know chess, but he knew fights, and it was clear to him Ender wasn't playing to win.

The only question was what he was playing for.

For audience members to cheer/heckle the participants.

The match is over, and the jig is up!

Edited 2008-09-22 01:46 (UTC)

Ghanima smirked as the tendrils began appearing, and reached to re-sheathe her knife. "Have a safe trip, gentlemen," she said sweetly. "You'll pardon me if I don't express a hope we meet again any time soon."

Yes, I'm putting an OOC on this post, AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME!

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