[open] A friendly chess game. Really. No ulterior motives here!

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Characters: Wilhelm and Anyone.
Setting: Floor 3 - Wilhelm's makeshift "office."
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: With Yeshua here, he's able to get back to his plans. This involves vetting various people in the Tower. How does he plan on doing this? By playing chess with them while asking them questions.
Warnings: TBD. Should be fairly SFW.

Wilhelm had already posted a message earlier that moment, offering a 'casual chess game' in the library for anyone willing to show up. He had taken pains to make the environment fairly comfortable; a table set up near a window, some soft, classical music playing from his phonograph (not Wagner, surprisingly enough, but Mozart), and a chess board he had found somewhere else in the tower, complete with all of the pieces, though a few were chipped in various places.

He poured himself a glass of wine from a bottle he had gotten from the cafeteria, and set the glass down next to the chessboard. There was another glass, there, in case his opponent wanted one. He was going to remain perfectly polite, and wanted to appear as approachable as possible, even if his monotonous voice and completely expressionless voice might seem a bit eerie to a good portion of the Tower's inhabitants.

The board was placed sideways; he would be either black or white, depending on the opponents' choice. For now, he would sit, and wait.

Comments

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"I suppose you could say that, yes," he answered. That was one way to put it. He thought of it more as an experiment. He had seen what a good amount of this Tower was capable of physically - the Administrators had a penchant for bringing those with odd powers here, after all - but now, he wants to see more. So many questions, so few answers.

"It is not. However, I am not one to complain," he answered, motioning to the seat across from him. "Would you like a glass?"

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"I am a minor, I'm afraid. It wouldn't be right of me to drink."

Said the girl who had something of an alcoholism issue. One she was trying to kick, which was why she was so reluctant to take the offer for wine. That, and she knew normal sixteen year olds shouldn't be drinking. She had an image to maintain.

"Who are you planning to play chess with? They seem to be running quite late."

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"A minor. Hmm." In which country, he wondered? Judging by her clothing, she was from a time period still on Lost Jerusalem, where the drinking age - still a relatively new concept to someone who had seen humanity evolve from the stone age - varied from nation to nation. If it was Japan... well, perhaps she was younger than she looked. Which was already fairly young.

"That is responsible of you, then." At her question, he blinked. "I have no set opponent today. It was an open invitation."

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What country she was from was a difficult topic for Rika. She had spent so much of her childhood being told she was American now that she almost believed it. Some rules and traditions were stuck to her now, anyway.

"Is that so? Then if I may, might I take the opponent's seat for this round?" She bowed her head, displaying some of her Japanese pride. Little things she had refused to give up on while in Mayfield. "I'm afraid that I have not had a proper chess match in some time, but I will try to be entertaining."

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"Of course," he replied politely, and shifted to face her directly in his seat, motioning to the one across from him on the other side of the table. "Would you like to be black, or white?"

Since white always goes first. She has already displayed a somewhat lack of confidence, but it is still a relevant question to what he is trying to learn about the tower's inhabitants.