Avis just stared at the small man, smirking up at her from his seat behind the chess board. Unfortunately, he'd probably still be smirking after the match was over. Well, whatever. It was time to play. She took the seat opposite Geist and dropped her stare, her eyes flicking over the board and the rows of little plastic pieces rather than her opponent. The board seemed so benign sitting there in the Cathedral, just one little collection of toys among many, but for Avis there was a greater deal of significance attached to it. For her it was a miniature battlefield, a microcosm that would translate the conflict of two minds into the physical world, a conflict where the casualties would measure in the loss of pride rather than the loss of living bodies. Certainly in the grand scheme of things it was just a little game, but in this moment all she knew was that she really, really wanted to win.
"Yeah, ok. I'm ready," she finally said, looking up to meet Geist's eyes.
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