==> Be Jack Noir [Black King/open]

[jacknoir]

==> Be Jack Noir

Your name is JACK NOIR.

You are in your OFFICE SPACE on DERSE, surrounded by your FENESTRATED PLANES. You are busy NOT DOING THE PAPERWORK that causes you such a great deal of EXQUISITE DERSITE RAGE. It has been assigned to you by the INSUFFERABLE BITCH.

There really are no words to describe the FULL AND TERRIBLE EXTENT TO WHICH YOU HATE HER. YOUR HATRED FOR HER SIMPLY CANNOT BE OUTCLASSED.

You pace. You mutter. Mutterpace. You produce your TRUSTY DAGGER. It offers some SMALL CONSOLATION for this ABSOLUTELY INSUFFERABLE state of affairs. You throw it down onto the papers on your desk, illustrating just how SLICK a customer you are. A rulesmaster with absolutely no regard for the rules.

You observe some of the KIDS from your FENESTRATED PLANES. This, however, QUICKLY BORES YOU, because they are USELESS SPACEFILLERS whose every activity is an exercise in FUTILITY. You are certain of this.

You grumble. It's a fairly ordinary day.

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==> BK: Contact Arch-agent.



♚ You are now The Black King, and you are dominating the competition here.

♚ That is to say, things are going pretty smoothly from your side of the battlefield. The chaos, destruction and utter carnage is coming along nicely, and you are fairly certain you'll have the Reckoning under way well within your predicted timeframe.

♚ In fact, you have quite a bit of time on your hands now, just for the fact that the white Pawns have already retreated behind their Knights and Rooks, and you think it would be a more devastating show if you waited a bit before sending your Bishops to come drag them bloody back onto the Battlefield. Give them a false sense of security, the White King will hate that, and you do love it when he's furious.

♚ You also decide to pause your assault in order to investigate, further, your new-found ability to communicate. You like to pretend it's not a distraction, but there's probably a reason that Kings are isolated to the Battlefield while the Queens run the moons. You're just a little too distract-able.

♚ Since having THIS annoying conversation with the Space Player of this session, you've been wanting to contact your Queen. For one thing, you doubt she would be any more pleased with the Pondsquatter prototype they were currently having to endure (in fact, he could only imagine her rage far outclassed his on this matter), and for another, the Space Player's comment that you should take more notice of your moon made you a bit curious.

♚ Butting into the Black Queen's affairs was not something to take lightly, however, and even you, the Black King, weren't about to do it on a whim. Derse was her domain after all, that's just how it worked. This fact was still not going to stop you, though, because nothing stops you. You are just merely going to take a detour on your way to having that conversation.

♚ Your DEVICE FOR COMMUNICATING shows shows you the inner office of the Black Queen's arch agent Jack Noir. You know him only through your Queen, as normally the more bureaucratic agents that run Derse fall under your eye. Generally, those who did not make the cut into your army displease you, and you cannot even pretend to know what the Black Queen sees in any of her agents, aside from the casual torture (and you're fairly certain she does this). But you suppose your different views are meant to compliment one another.

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[style=text-align:justify; width:500px;]♚ Good evening, Archagent, it is interesting to see you in person.
♚ I do not recall as to whether we have met previously.
♚ If we have, I doubt it was a very tremendous occasion.
♚ Or perhaps your presence was just not very memorable.
♚ No matter. Archagent, I'm here to ask about the Queen.
♚ How is she?

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