IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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Oh.

[There was that. Maketh stays quiet for a moment, trying not to remember too vividly. It wasn't the first time she'd been near death, but perhaps the first time that power - raw, untapped power - had been aimed straight for her. She'd been lucky to get Chris out of the way in time, even if it had ended up hurting his knee all over again.]

She did. I was - lucky, that she came.

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When awareness of your survival leaves you feeling too acutely alive -- that is a good time to pursue enjoyable distractions.

[He did not let her in to leave her miserable too. Henry tops up his glass, and pours Maketh a second.]

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[Makeht huffs, smiling a little despite herself, and accepts the glass.] And what distracts you in this place, Henry?

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Here? Weapon disciplines I had not much time to devote to at home.

[It is not just talent, dedication and hard work that have made him the calibre of knight he is, but also a genuine love of the knightly arts.]

But that will not do for us now. Play you card games? I chanced upon a deck.

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[Practical. A warrior must always be training. Maketh smiles a little.] Not well, I'm afraid. But you could teach me.

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Very well.

[Henry sets down his glass and gets up. It does not take him long to retrieve the cards, so he soon settles back into place on the sofa. He opens up the pack and begins shuffling the cards. All fours, he thinks, or cent.]

Prefer you a quick game or a challenging one? Forfeits or none?

[Winner gets to pose a question of their choosing, perhaps.]

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[Maketh leans back, watching him curiously. She played holo-chess from time to time on Lothal, but rarely card games.] Hmm. Something simple for now. But...forfeits, yes. It might as well be interesting.

let's just handwave the details of play

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Then we play all fours.

[He explains the rules for her, then shifts to one corner of the chair, resting his back against the arm and folding his legs up. He deals them six cards each.]

Are you prepared?

sounds good!

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[Maketh examines her cards with careful scrutiny, then nods.] I am.