[ As she picks up a piece and considers it, or maybe her options of what can be done now that the colors on the board are changing to anything but the standard ones, Claude uses it as a chance to study her as well. Her actions read as self-assurance, from sitting down to a game he's still not wholly sure she knows how to play to the (sort of) challenge that he won't get to learn her name without winning a piece first. Whether it's real or not is yet to be seen; then again, with the general range of emotions he tends to switch through as needed, it's not like he has any room to talk.
The pieces changing over to be striped through to match a color she wears is fitting, and Claude spares a brief glance towards the ribbon in question before meeting her gaze once more. Now he can't help but raise an eyebrow whether this is a planned strategy or not. Perhaps he's just leaning too much on what he knows when it comes to figuring someone else out. ]
It is, is it? Someone once told me there's value in not making the first move. Better to not let your opponents see your plans right away, and all that. [ Or 'someone' is Claude. It's almost definitely him who said that and in reference to some of his own plans. ] You're proving your pro status with each tactic.
[ He contemplates the board then with a slight half-smile, running through a list of common strategies it's been too long since he's had a chance to use without anyone to play. Though this likely won't end up being the strictest to the letter game of chess he's ever played, Claude finds he's looking forward to that, to something decidedly different. At the end of his few seconds of pondering, he reaches to nudge a pawn forward and leans an elbow on the arm of his chair to wait for her move. ]
We've covered that I'll have to pass a test before I get to learn your name, but do I get to learn which faction you're from before then or will that be worth something else?
[ Not that he minds if it's the latter. They've got nothing but time on their hands, after all. ]
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The pieces changing over to be striped through to match a color she wears is fitting, and Claude spares a brief glance towards the ribbon in question before meeting her gaze once more. Now he can't help but raise an eyebrow whether this is a planned strategy or not. Perhaps he's just leaning too much on what he knows when it comes to figuring someone else out. ]
It is, is it? Someone once told me there's value in not making the first move. Better to not let your opponents see your plans right away, and all that. [ Or 'someone' is Claude. It's almost definitely him who said that and in reference to some of his own plans. ] You're proving your pro status with each tactic.
[ He contemplates the board then with a slight half-smile, running through a list of common strategies it's been too long since he's had a chance to use without anyone to play. Though this likely won't end up being the strictest to the letter game of chess he's ever played, Claude finds he's looking forward to that, to something decidedly different. At the end of his few seconds of pondering, he reaches to nudge a pawn forward and leans an elbow on the arm of his chair to wait for her move. ]
We've covered that I'll have to pass a test before I get to learn your name, but do I get to learn which faction you're from before then or will that be worth something else?
[ Not that he minds if it's the latter. They've got nothing but time on their hands, after all. ]