there's more to this brave adventure than you believe

[dou8letrou8le]

WHO: Vriska Serket & YOU
TONE: Pretty casual?
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: Vriska is playing a game of Wizard's Chess by herself. Come and join her!
STATUS: Open and on-going.

So it was a little difficult to play chess by herself, but after a few stalemate rounds she managed to get into the grove of battling herself for victory. She got the idea over winter break when there was literally nothing for her to do but knit scarves for her great aunt and feed Nicholas, her Greenbottle Blue tarantula. It was a very long break for her, unfortunately.

"Knight to E5." Her words were still heavily accented from her native tongue, but at least understandable. Earlier she had weakly justified this game as speech practice (although it really wasn't, but the idea that it was made her feel better about playing it over and over) and she would stick with that reason.

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[centaurstestes]

"There's no point in playing yourself, Vriska," Equius sneered as he set his books on the table and sat down across from her. "You know all the moves you could possibly make in advance, making it impossible for you to challenge and improve yourself. Come, reset the board. I will provide for you a proper opponent."

[dou8letrou8le]

She pouted her lips at him and shot the Ravenclaw boy a dirty look, but she can find nothing to counter his sneer. So instead she starts to reset the board and purses her lips in her own little sneer.

"Time in your busy schedule to find funny with me, Zahhak?" To find funny really just meaning to humor, but she didn't care. Her accent was as heavy as ever unfortunately.

[centaurstestes]

A small shudder runs down his spine at her words, the awful grammatical syntax bothering him far more than the accent. It was just awful to hear from someone of her class.

"Someone has to teach you how to present yourself properly, Serket," he sniffed, brushing his hair back from his face. "You're certainly not making any effort to do so on your own."

"Go on," he added, gesturing to the board. "I will allow you the opportunity to make the first move."

[dou8letrou8le]

She frowned again. "I work hard! Is just difficult, is all. I am better writer." And it was true. Writing and understanding English on paper was far more easier for her than actually speaking it. At least she had that to fall back on.

"How kind of you." But she spoke with a partial sneer as she made her first move.