welcome to chimera!

CHIMERA is a riddle-era roleplay.

It is currently October of 1942, three years after the beginning of WWII and Grindelwald's war.

We are accepting canons and originals.

zIFBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Enjoy forums? Start your own community for free.


MOVED
CHIME HAS MOVED! Follow us!



 
add reply
New Topic
New Poll

 dull grandiloquence married to pomp, official chess club thread
Foras Rosier
Posted: Dec 11 2011, 07:41 AM


played by bez -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 587
Member No.: 16
Joined: 20-January 11



please note that posts in this thread should be short and don't have to be in any particular order, to better facilitate getting it underway rather than getting stuck behind others. thank you!

Like clockwork, no matter how poor in spirit or how irritable he was feeling, the chess club convened at five o'clock on a Thursday afternoon and went on until curfew or the other students became bored - whichever came first. Chess, after all, was not a game to be rushed, and Foras was a club leader who respected that principle; while others may have specified an end, or even found it odd to give over potentially five hours for such an endeavour, he thought it unfair to end it any sooner. A game should not have to pause, a train of thought broken, simply because an arbitrary end time had been specified. As someone whose organisation literally occasionally crossed territory into obsessive, it may have been found curious that he was willing to set aside planning for one evening every week, but anyone who thought so did not know Foras quite as well as perhaps they thought they did. They might have thought that he would have preferred to be finishing homework or beginning study - and they would have failed to realise that, in preparation for his chess meetings, he had already completed everything necessary on that day.

Today was no exception, though his temper was frayed around the edges, and he arrived, as usual, fifteen minutes earlier than his small but dedicated club. The numbers never really seemed to swell; players who decided to join them on a whim were rare, mostly due to the fact that the serious players were just that - serious. It was difficult, as an unaspiring amateur, to watch the likes of Rosier and Whisp concentrate exclusively on a game for what could be hours or could be minutes; it, too, was unnerving that there seemed to be no joy in winning. There was only joy in the challenge of the game - really, in Rosier's eyes, whichever of them won was ultimately immaterial. Having your game challenged was the really important bit.

Like a puppet dangling from the hands of a particularly obsessive compulsive puppeteer, Foras moved from one table to the next, flicking his wand to set up still games and laying out a selection of the latest strategy books and guides to the game to the side of the room. Though it might have seemed odd to students unfamiliar with the mechanics of chess club, these texts were well-thumbed and oft-used; it wasn't uncommon to find a few of the younger members taking notes rather than actually playing. It was part of the atmosphere that the club projected - one of the slightly pretentious, and of the intellectual. Students were often here as much because they wanted to seem clever as much as they were to actually prove it by playing a game.

The new schedule was the final thing to chalk on the board, Rosier's handwriting as neat and tidy as it ever was, and detailing the rota of matches that the club members could choose to abide by if they did not already have a game in mind. It was not something that was set in stone, but if one player in a team wanted to play and the other did not, it was generally considered a grave injustice to not concede to the former - in a meritocracy, everyone was obliged to prove themselves every once in a while.

Rituals attended to, Foras took his place at the head of the classroom, new strategy book in hand, and began to look over his notes while he waited for the others to rear their heads. A quick check of his watch told him that he shouldn't be waiting too long; as always, setting up had taken almost exactly ten minutes.


--------------------

user posted image
^
Corrine Haven
Posted: Dec 29 2011, 06:19 PM


played by meg -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 130
Member No.: 486
Joined: 9-December 11



Corrine was usually one of the first to chess club, and one of the last to leave. It wasn't generally because her games lasted very long. In fact, Corrine had grown up playing speed chess and her moves were generally planned ten in advance. It was rare for a move to make her think more than a few moments. But she loved to play, and she was good enough that people generally were happy to oblige her desires. Occasionally she would show up half an hour late if she had endured a particularly awful day. Although Cora wasn't known for her appetite, she did like sitting down to meals rather than picking up a packaged one from the house elfs. But today had been relatively pleasant, so she was there at 4:56 with the small picnic basket she had brought from home full of food for a late dinner. No matter how often she told the elves that a simple meal would do, they always sent her off with enough food to feed three. Still, it was better than going hungry for the night.

Why 4:56 one might ask. Corrine preferred to be ten minutes early if she could manage it, but should she show up anytime between 4:45 and 4:55 Foras Rosier would have his ritual of setting up the room interrupted. Though he was unfailingly polite, Corrine had gotten the impression he would have preferred solitude for those ten quiet minutes, so she had started to come five minutes early instead. It was easier, and as far as her fellow Slytherins went Corrine rather liked Foras. Or respected him, anyway.

She had always found him cold, and he was. But not in an emotionless way, she thought. Early on she had caught the slight expression of distaste on his face if a spoiled housemate threw a fit in the common room. Corrine was not naturally given to expressing herself freely, so it had been easy to fit quietly into Foras Rosier's expectations of those he associated with. Granted, chess club was a meritocracy, and Corrine was certainly in the top three or four players at school. She rather thought this contributed to the comfortable if impersonal relationship they had.

Corrine entered the classroom quietly, dressed in the clothes she usually wore under her robes. They were patently muggle of course, but Corrine had long ago given up caring that her evenings didn't represent the height of witches fashion. She was comfortable in the blouses and pleated pencil skirts her father patched together for her. Fabric was extremely hard to come by with all the rationing, and she would have felt petty to ask her father for anything more than she had.

"Good evening, Foras."


--------------------
user posted image user posted image
^
Foras Rosier
Posted: Jan 14 2012, 01:30 AM


played by bez -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 587
Member No.: 16
Joined: 20-January 11



It was a mark of how accustomed to his rituals he was that he looked up half a second before Corrine entered. 4:56 every week was not a particularly difficult pattern to spot, and it had become engrained enough in his mind for him to remember it. Inclining his head at her greeting and quietly closing his book, he moved to stand, as he always did; no matter her parentage, Corrine Haven was a lady, and there were certain pleasantries to be observed when a lady entered the room. He did not bow, for the occasion was not formal enough, but he slid the book across the desk in a movement so stiff that it almost seemed practised.

"Good evening, Corrine," he answered, smoothly as always. "I have acquired a new text you might find beneficial to look over."


--------------------

user posted image
^
Antares Lestrange
Posted: Feb 6 2012, 03:20 PM


played by lacy -------------------- 5th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 250
Member No.: 133
Joined: 12-March 11



Antares Lestrange was perhaps less fastidious in his timing; though generally organized and punctual, he did not adhere to a severe schedule that those such as Foras Rosier operated within. Nonetheless, chess club meetings were ingrained into his routine with the same tradition, and over the years, he had gotten used to setting aside a certain portion of his evening to convene for it. A few minutes prior to the designated time, and directly after Corrine Haven had entered, he stepped into the room as well.

"Foras." He inclined his head politely in greeting. Despite his tendency to dislike Rosier - for a variety of petty and maligned reasons - he did not display it openly to the other's face; Foras Rosier was of pure ancestry and good standing, and it would therefore be disrespectful even for a competitor or one-sided nemesis. His breeding and good manners prevented anything else.

As he came into the room, he directed his gaze toward the schedule, to see who he been paired with that afternoon.


--------------------
user posted image
^
Foras Rosier
Posted: Mar 7 2012, 09:54 AM


played by bez -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 587
Member No.: 16
Joined: 20-January 11



Antares was not nearly so predictable as Corrine, but he was punctual, at least, and Foras could respect him for that if nothing else. Despite his burning hatred of the Lestrange boy's best friend, he had no reason to apply that to Antares himself, despite a general sort of dislike that came about simply from Rosier's general dislike of people. He wasted no energy on Antares, who was rarely in trouble and usually studious, as he did not think it necessary - if he had known the nature of the other boy's hatred for him, he might have been marginally more hostile, or a little more cautious. As it stood, however, he had no reason to dislike him that was not his association with Sinclair Avery, and so he inclined his head in a polite return of the greeting.

"Antares," he offered in turn, neutral as ever and glancing up at the blackboard as the other did the same; he had paired him, as it happened, with Corrine that day. It wasn't a malevolent or undermining gesture; one peculiarity of Foras' personality was that he valued intellect above such things as gender or race (though he did have a natural expectation of women to be lesser unless they proved otherwise), and so it was not a deliberate insult to pair Lestrange with the mudblood girl.

He, unfortunately, hadn't paid much attention to the idea that Antares might perceive it as a slight.


--------------------

user posted image
^
Kennilworthy Whisp
Posted: Mar 7 2012, 01:48 PM


played by taylor -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Gryffindor
Posts: 467
Member No.: 99
Joined: 22-February 11



Possibly the most chatty of the lot, though that wasn't saying much at all, Kennilworthy also found himself among the latest. Tardiness was not his usual manner, but a full course load and far too many clubs had pressed down on him hard; it was easy to see that the year was already taking its toll on the Gryffindor, who entered the room at a mousy little jog and had to noticeably wince when he carelessly pushed back hair that had been caught in the leg joint of his spectacles. Though the group contained - for the most part - very serious types like Lestrange and Rosier, his usual greeting could not be helped. Adding his usual dash of cheer and liveliness to Chess Club, he swung the bag off his shoulder before much more carefully setting it down on the table - he had clearly been struggling with the weight of it.

"Good afternoon!" he said, speaking out with a slightly breathless exhale that made it sound like he'd been bursting to say it all day. The color and relative boldness of his greeting seemed to go unnoticed by the boy himself, and, very similarly, his enthusiasm didn't seem out of place to him either.


--------------------
user posted image
^
Corrine Haven
Posted: Mar 8 2012, 11:04 AM


played by meg -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 130
Member No.: 486
Joined: 9-December 11



Corrine wasn't used to an exceptionally formal lifestyle, and it always made her slightly uncomfortable when Foras stood. She was very used to it by now, however, and her face didn't change except for the smallest twitch of a smile. It happened every single Thursday, with every single woman who entered the room, after all. It always struck her as a bit self-important, but that was his way, she supposed. Corrine had considered asking him to refrain, but had long since thought the better of it. Foras didn't seem to be the type to modify his behavior at another person's behest.

When he extended the book across the desk, she moved to pick it up, turning to the index. It was a book of the grand-masters, with a heavily curated collection of their games. Turning to one of the Russian players, she found each game had an explanation of the strategy involved. A quiet sound of approval sounded in her throat, and she looked up at Foras with an appraising look. They both knew (had even verbally acknowledged) that they played chess very differently. Corrine reacted, Foras planned. He studied games, she preferred to play. Still, she would play the more interesting games out on a board and doubtless be introduced to more than one new way of handling situations. Though Corrine preferred to pit her instincts and analysis against someone else's, study had its place.

"Thank you, Foras. I'm sure I'll learn some useful ways to adapt."

Though Antares didn't acknowledge her when he entered (he rarely did), Corrine inclined her head in what approximated a greeting. As the Lestrange boy moved to the chalkboard, she realized she hadn't even glanced at the schedule. Finding her name next to Antares', Corrine cast a bemused glance at Foras. She wondered if it had been a deliberate joke, or an accidental one. She doubted his face would betray anything, but still she looked at it carefully, hoping to catch some sort of clue out. Still, she only did so for a moment before she was distracted by Kennilworthy's entrance.

"Good evening, Kennilworthy," Corrine returned with an indulgent smile. Whisp was a serious player, but that didn't prevent him from being one of the more entertaining members of the club. Corrine considered choosing a board to play at, but knowing Antares, he would want to lead if he were forced to play with a mudblood. It was best to do what she could to appease him.


--------------------
user posted image user posted image
^
Foras Rosier
Posted: Mar 10 2012, 04:28 AM


played by bez -------------------- 6th year
Group Icon

Group: Slytherin
Posts: 587
Member No.: 16
Joined: 20-January 11



Only inclining his head towards Corrine as she thanked him, not feeling rude even slightly in his lack of verbal response, he greeted several other returning members with a nod and either a handshake and an introduction (in the case of fresh faces) or a 'good afternoon' (in the case of the more recognisable members). The chess club never saw a great deal of new blood, given its reputation as a serious place for only serious players, but, contrary to popular belief, Foras was as welcoming to newcomers as he was to the old crowd. In truth, that was not very, but it didn't change the fact that he was perfectly happy to induct beginners into his club - it wasn't his fault that most of them became intimidated by the serious, studious atmosphere and dropped out soon after.

Missing catching Corrine's eye, though by action or by design was impossible to tell, he focused his attention on the door instead - and was rewarded for doing so a moment later.

Having been slightly worried that his favourite member and his favourite partner, Kennilworthy Whisp, might not be turning up, he was notably less formal in his greeting when the Gryffindor sixth year finally did arrive - though, given that it was Foras, the difference was negligible.
"Afternoon, Kennilworthy," he offered, passing no comment on his tardiness - a compliment in itself - and moving to close the door behind him, considering it unlikely that any other member would arrive given that they all knew how much of a stickler he was for time keeping. "I trust you are well?"


--------------------

user posted image
^
0 User(s) are reading this topic (0 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
zIFBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Fully Featured & Customizable Free Forums
Learn More · Sign-up Now

Topic Options
add reply
New Topic
New Poll



Hosted for free by zIFBoards* (Terms of Use: Updated 2/10/2010) | Powered by Invision Power Board v1.3 Final © 2003 IPS, Inc.
Page creation time: 0.1462 seconds | Archive
something wicked skinned by novia of rcr and shadowplay