Post by Andronikos on Aug 1, 2015 0:33:21 GMT
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When Jovena helped in the kitchen, the food was marvelous.
When she didn't, and left all the work to the chef... Well...
Andronikos found himself sitting in front of a shimmering white plate, brown crumbs the only sign that there had once been a meal before the officer. A wooden mug of booze, still half filled with bubbling liquid, sat clasped within Andronikos' armored hand. This pub, it seemed, was not as busy during lunch time as it was when night approached, and was an establishment the giant man frequented when Jovena was not able to help with food preparation. Metal clattered as coins tumbled onto the table haphazardly, payment for his meal, and with the screeching of the chair's legs against the planks underfoot, Andronikos stood up and began is trek back to the barracks.
In the front, parasol's shrouded outdoor tables from the noon sun ans it fell heavy over everything underneath it's daytime kingdom.
"I believe the tables have turned!" A wavering voice echoed from underneath umbrella's shade. Andronikos spun his head on an instinct and noticed two men with fluffy white hair and wrinkles streaking across their leathery, ancient skin. Between then, wooden pieces of black and white sat in rows, a few mingling in the middle of the board they sat on, checkered squares of those same colors underneath.
The other man stayed silent, musing as his bushy eyebrows furrowed at the game before him. Moments of stillness passed until a couple of iron clad fingers plucked a chess piece from before the man in question's eyes, and placed in next to the other king - a legal move. In a low, grumbling voice, Andronikos mumbled, "check mate."
Both looked up at the towering man who had just hijacked - but finished - their game, awe sparkling in the one man's eyes, resentment in the other's.
"Alright wise guy," the man who had just lost said, a smirk growing on his face "If you want to play, why don't you play against me?"
Andronikos rolled his eyes, but sat across from his as the second man scooted away. The other man moved one of his pawns, and Andronikos moved as well. Within two turns, he murmured "check." And within one more after that, it was "check mate."
"How in tarnation-" The man stared at his second lost game in horror.
"I have to go." Andronikos said as he stood once again.
"Oh no you don't, not until a rematch!"
Andronikos rolled his eyes again, and began walking away.
"Hey, tall guy! Do ya hear me! Come back here I say! What are you a coward? Running away?-" The man would not keep quiet, and Andronikos found himself tempted to turn around and sock him right in the jaw...
When Jovena helped in the kitchen, the food was marvelous.
When she didn't, and left all the work to the chef... Well...
Andronikos found himself sitting in front of a shimmering white plate, brown crumbs the only sign that there had once been a meal before the officer. A wooden mug of booze, still half filled with bubbling liquid, sat clasped within Andronikos' armored hand. This pub, it seemed, was not as busy during lunch time as it was when night approached, and was an establishment the giant man frequented when Jovena was not able to help with food preparation. Metal clattered as coins tumbled onto the table haphazardly, payment for his meal, and with the screeching of the chair's legs against the planks underfoot, Andronikos stood up and began is trek back to the barracks.
In the front, parasol's shrouded outdoor tables from the noon sun ans it fell heavy over everything underneath it's daytime kingdom.
"I believe the tables have turned!" A wavering voice echoed from underneath umbrella's shade. Andronikos spun his head on an instinct and noticed two men with fluffy white hair and wrinkles streaking across their leathery, ancient skin. Between then, wooden pieces of black and white sat in rows, a few mingling in the middle of the board they sat on, checkered squares of those same colors underneath.
The other man stayed silent, musing as his bushy eyebrows furrowed at the game before him. Moments of stillness passed until a couple of iron clad fingers plucked a chess piece from before the man in question's eyes, and placed in next to the other king - a legal move. In a low, grumbling voice, Andronikos mumbled, "check mate."
Both looked up at the towering man who had just hijacked - but finished - their game, awe sparkling in the one man's eyes, resentment in the other's.
"Alright wise guy," the man who had just lost said, a smirk growing on his face "If you want to play, why don't you play against me?"
Andronikos rolled his eyes, but sat across from his as the second man scooted away. The other man moved one of his pawns, and Andronikos moved as well. Within two turns, he murmured "check." And within one more after that, it was "check mate."
"How in tarnation-" The man stared at his second lost game in horror.
"I have to go." Andronikos said as he stood once again.
"Oh no you don't, not until a rematch!"
Andronikos rolled his eyes again, and began walking away.
"Hey, tall guy! Do ya hear me! Come back here I say! What are you a coward? Running away?-" The man would not keep quiet, and Andronikos found himself tempted to turn around and sock him right in the jaw...