Two Pawns in a Pod (ha, ha, ha! No? It wasn't funny?)
Rating: PG *just to be safe...OH I DON'T KNOW!
Summary: Obi-Wan and Adamé have tea and engage in game similar to Chess and flirt rather openly with one another. But he's a cheater! Watch out! :o)
Disclaimer: Okay yeah, we've said this before. George you have the leash on Obi, but I own
Mé so there. I don't intend to make money from this *yet*...
"You can't move there."
"Oh yes I can."
She huffed. "That's illegal."
"How so?"
"Well," she picked up the marble piece in the shape of a fish. "this piece can only move this way. But my man is in the way so you can't jump me. Fishes don't jump."
The Jedi cocked his head. "I don't like these rules."
"You're pathetic, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"On the contrary. At least I move my pieces on the board!"
"Move them illegally!" the princess exclaimed, and then thought for a moment more. "Besides, I am planning my strategy."
Obi-Wan sipped at his tea. "I don't understand the point of games like these. Moving animal-shaped pieces around a board trying to block the other person from getting to your side first--all while you're trying to get to their side."
Adamé bit her lip. "You're ruining my concentration."
He watched her. It seemed that each day he was growing more accustom to spending time with her in one way or another. They would walk in one of the seven gardens on one day, or dine on the terrace and then talk for hours on end the next. To him, when he was with her he felt alive and free to do whatever he chose.
"There. Your turn," she nudged him, as he was not responding.
"Oh. Yes. Now let me see," he looked at the pieces then and realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He found a large marble piece and moved it forward.
"Ah-ah-ah. Can't do that," she shook her finger at him.
"And why not?" he sighed.
"That piece moves two squares at a time."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and moved the piece forward another square. Adamé then hunched herself over the board once again and examined the pieces' locations very precisely.
"What is this called again?" he asked.
"Bochìì."
"No wonder this game is odd," he mocked.
She looked up at him. "This game is one of the oldest in Rimaldian history. Long ago, to be a master at Bochìì was a great honor."
Obi-Wan just sipped at his tea.
Adamè finally moved her piece. "All right. Go ahead. And this time, try to move in a correct manner," she instructed before picking her saucer up and lightly sipping from the cup.
She looked at him then. Trying to approach the board as she had done. His back hunched, his forehead bunched in complete concentration, and his eyes darting from piece to piece trying to decide on one. He looked rather handsome. Very handsome indeed.
Suddenly she realized what she was saying and nearly dropped her saucer. No, no, that can't be correct. Handsome? No, silly. Yes, so silly it was infuriating. "Oh would you move already!?" she cried.
He jolted his head up quickly. "What about my strategy?"
She eyed him. "As if you had one! You're merely deciding between which piece looks best!"
He picked a piece and moved it. "Yes, yes of course your highness."
"Thank you."
He picked up his cup. "I bet that you are making these rules up as you go along."
"Why don't you use one of your Jedi Mind Tricks or something like that on me?" she commented.
"It would be a frivolous use of power in this circumstance. Besides, if I did, I would have won already."
She raised her eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes. Twelve moves ago."
"It's your turn."
He found a piece and tried to think hard about the way it could move. When he had a decided on a direction, he placed it on the board and slid it to its destination.
"Obi!" she shouted.
"What? What?"
"That! That is absurd! I don't believe it!"
He put his face in his hands. "Not again! I was so sure--that move was illegal wasn't it?"
Adamè was exasperated. "No!" she cried. "You won! Humph!"
~*~*~ Now, everyone look together at the lovely box down below. All ya gotta do to be a good citizen is fill in that box with your thoughts and comments. Please. Oh please oh please oh please!!! :o)
Rating: PG *just to be safe...OH I DON'T KNOW!
Summary: Obi-Wan and Adamé have tea and engage in game similar to Chess and flirt rather openly with one another. But he's a cheater! Watch out! :o)
Disclaimer: Okay yeah, we've said this before. George you have the leash on Obi, but I own
Mé so there. I don't intend to make money from this *yet*...
"You can't move there."
"Oh yes I can."
She huffed. "That's illegal."
"How so?"
"Well," she picked up the marble piece in the shape of a fish. "this piece can only move this way. But my man is in the way so you can't jump me. Fishes don't jump."
The Jedi cocked his head. "I don't like these rules."
"You're pathetic, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"On the contrary. At least I move my pieces on the board!"
"Move them illegally!" the princess exclaimed, and then thought for a moment more. "Besides, I am planning my strategy."
Obi-Wan sipped at his tea. "I don't understand the point of games like these. Moving animal-shaped pieces around a board trying to block the other person from getting to your side first--all while you're trying to get to their side."
Adamé bit her lip. "You're ruining my concentration."
He watched her. It seemed that each day he was growing more accustom to spending time with her in one way or another. They would walk in one of the seven gardens on one day, or dine on the terrace and then talk for hours on end the next. To him, when he was with her he felt alive and free to do whatever he chose.
"There. Your turn," she nudged him, as he was not responding.
"Oh. Yes. Now let me see," he looked at the pieces then and realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He found a large marble piece and moved it forward.
"Ah-ah-ah. Can't do that," she shook her finger at him.
"And why not?" he sighed.
"That piece moves two squares at a time."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and moved the piece forward another square. Adamé then hunched herself over the board once again and examined the pieces' locations very precisely.
"What is this called again?" he asked.
"Bochìì."
"No wonder this game is odd," he mocked.
She looked up at him. "This game is one of the oldest in Rimaldian history. Long ago, to be a master at Bochìì was a great honor."
Obi-Wan just sipped at his tea.
Adamè finally moved her piece. "All right. Go ahead. And this time, try to move in a correct manner," she instructed before picking her saucer up and lightly sipping from the cup.
She looked at him then. Trying to approach the board as she had done. His back hunched, his forehead bunched in complete concentration, and his eyes darting from piece to piece trying to decide on one. He looked rather handsome. Very handsome indeed.
Suddenly she realized what she was saying and nearly dropped her saucer. No, no, that can't be correct. Handsome? No, silly. Yes, so silly it was infuriating. "Oh would you move already!?" she cried.
He jolted his head up quickly. "What about my strategy?"
She eyed him. "As if you had one! You're merely deciding between which piece looks best!"
He picked a piece and moved it. "Yes, yes of course your highness."
"Thank you."
He picked up his cup. "I bet that you are making these rules up as you go along."
"Why don't you use one of your Jedi Mind Tricks or something like that on me?" she commented.
"It would be a frivolous use of power in this circumstance. Besides, if I did, I would have won already."
She raised her eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes. Twelve moves ago."
"It's your turn."
He found a piece and tried to think hard about the way it could move. When he had a decided on a direction, he placed it on the board and slid it to its destination.
"Obi!" she shouted.
"What? What?"
"That! That is absurd! I don't believe it!"
He put his face in his hands. "Not again! I was so sure--that move was illegal wasn't it?"
Adamè was exasperated. "No!" she cried. "You won! Humph!"
~*~*~ Now, everyone look together at the lovely box down below. All ya gotta do to be a good citizen is fill in that box with your thoughts and comments. Please. Oh please oh please oh please!!! :o)