well_of_wonder (well_of_wonder) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-03-04 09:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~ernest hemingway |
Who: Ernest & Cheshire
When: Afternoon
Where: The Streets
What: A Game
The fortunate thing about being such a hobbiest in the way of games was that one learned how to never lose. In Cheshire's case it usually meant trickery, smokes and mirrors, and magic--never cheating. Unless the rules of the game were stated in which no such thing could be used, and as these were her games there was not, little could be done about it. She had learned only recently to clarify all rules but in the end she enjoyed seeing how the other player thought. Her daughter has bested her in her own game because she did not rule out the use of magic or teleportation.
While her fun had been yesterday she was not full, nor was she ready to rest. Cheshire did not have much of home and had, truthfully, taken to dosing around the room of doors. It was generally quiet and she was always up to date on this door.....thing. It seemed quite similar to the Well of Wonders, where she actually had lived previously, so to her it made sense to make home in the most likely of places.
Now, however, she sat outside on a bench at the sidewalk. Before her the street was decorated with a checkered board of white and lilac squares, all sized enough to fit neatly on the street between side walk ledges. Large pieces of chess stood upon them in white and violet, the pieces about half an adult's height--roughly 3' tall, glittering in the sun and moving across the board in their own personal, magical game. When a purple knight moved up and to the left to meet a white pawn, the pawn disappeared with an audible 'pop' before reappearing with the same sound off to the left side of the board.
"You're bor~ring me!" Cheshire called to the pieces, all of which looked at her. "R~raise the steaks! For my Queen; Off With Their Heads!"
When the next piece moved it was a tall white bishop, gliding across the board to meet with another pawn, this time of violet. From nothingness the bishop drew forth a blade and cleanly cut the round ball of a 'head' from the pawn. The pawn only then popped out of and into existence on the right side of the board, bead of a head rolling across the squares until the queen's piece kicked it away.