Over a Game of Cyriok [New Year Extravaganza]
Jan 19, 2019 19:15:38 GMT
Post by vray on Jan 19, 2019 19:15:38 GMT
The second one for the extravaganza, this time for Cavespider_17 and for (or at least covers) prompts 3, 4, 5, 6 and 10. I hope you enjoy Cave and anyone else that reads it!
Note:
another small one shot, this one with two characters talking over a game they play. Not really anything spoilerific or anything you could figure out as spoilerific so enjoy!
“Taking your time are we?” his opponent said, causing the boy to look up. The black hood, hiding whose face resided inside completely from view with the dim light, moved slightly upwards facing the boy.
“Of course,” the child said with a big innocent smile. “I like playing this game so I make sure to set a good course of action.” He tapped his head with a little pride as he added, “This game is very complex. Especially with the rotation rule. I love that rule.”
“Indeed,” the figure said, hood moving down to look at the board, “I must say, this game piques my interest.” The boy’s eyes widened with glee as the stranger continued, “I’m more accustomed to a simpler format of stratagem than this, Cyreeahk?”
“Cyriok,” replied the boy, with a little sulky face at it being mispronounced for the tenth time.
“Ah right, Cyriok. Well, this game most certainly is meant to be long. We’re already ten moves in and yet neither of us have an advantage yet.”
“Yep,” the boy said getting his energy back and returning his smile to his lips, “I want to be the best Cyriok player ever.”
“Oh? Is that so?” the figured asked with a little pleasant tone and a tilt of the head.
“Uh huh, though.” the boy’s head lowered as his eyes drooped slightly and his smile faded. “I want to mainly be a diplomat. I want people to stop fighting and help stop things like that. Hurting is wrong.” His eyes looked at the figure in the cloak. “I want to help stop fighting in Coltar.”
“I see…an admirable dream, however.” the boy tensed a little at the tone of the figure. “What makes you think you can stop people fighting?”
“Well, I can try and I know I will do good.” The boy gave the stranger a scowl as he began to get pumped to defend his ideals. “I like people, and it makes me sad seeing them fight. Fighting to hurt is wrong. So as a guard, I fight against what’s wrong. I know I will do well. I have hope like dad and Tomso.”
“Ah, like your father,” the stranger said with a little chuckle at the end. The boy raised a brow as the figure turned its head to look at the other bed in the room, where a little girl was sleeping. “And what about her?”
“Rela?”
“Indeed.” He returned his attention to the boy. “She isn’t like you…your polar opposite. What would you do, should she be a burden to what you desire, Elio? You say you will do this, but what if the world is against you on that? What if she is against you on that?”
Elio didn’t reply. He looked down at the board, thinking over the hard question. “I would have hope that I could win her over. Like how my dad hopes.”
“Oh that’s right,” the figure said, snapping his fingers. “He did something similar yet different…well, that’s interesting. You know, other answers exist for that question. You have hope to win them over…some would distance themselves…others would destroy them or remove their power. The many subjective answers would only add to making this more challenging for you, Elio.”
“But killing is wrong,” Elio blurted out, making his move. “I can win without hurting anyone…People can be good, so they just need someone to help them and guide them. I like helping. If Rela needs it, I want to help her too. Same for big brother Tomso.”
“An innocent mind of a child I suppose. You seem very loyal to your siblings. Very…warming.” The figure seemed to let out an odd sound afterward. It was like a sigh of … longing. “But Elio. Think about the factors…the challenge that exists before you. Even the greatest most willed beings can break should they not proceed wisely. Even the sturdiest ship can sink if it's built on ignorance. Even the purest of intentions can ruin the world if done in a manner that is improper. One wrong move and you could ruin your entire plan. My point Elio, is how you can do this as who you are? You are strong, brave, and kind but those alone can’t change the world. Can’t change Coltese or what you beings are in general.”
Elio felt sad the stranger felt this way. He looked down at the board, his hand still on the piece and letting go. “Your move.” Elio sat up, to let the stranger play. There was nothing but silence as the stranger pondered his move. As the time in mulling over a move went on, Elio said, “Sir…do you have a family?”
“I did Once,” the cloaked figure replied.
“Once?” Elio repeated in confusion.
“Indeed, but now I can’t see them anymore. Never again.” The stranger paused then requested, “Elio, always treasure your relatives. They aren’t perfect, but it’s better than hating them or losing them. Perhaps you may even get them on your side, but even if you don’t…they are like you in some ways.”
Elio seemed somewhat stumped why the stranger would say that. Of course, he wouldn’t hate them. He couldn’t hate Tomso or Rela. Even father despite his situation. Elio mustered his thoughts as he asked a question he believed would help him see what this person felt. “Do you want the world to get better?”
The stranger paused as if a little surprised by Elio’s question. The boy went on to say, “You say how things can’t get better from me on my own and maybe you have some points there.” Elio stood up on the bed and flailing his arms in the air said with a big smile and full of energy, “But don’t you see? There are many people like me. Good, nice people like me, father and Tomso. I don’t have to do all by myself, because I can help them and they help me. Maybe there are people that won’t help, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have hope or a future that will be great. I want Coltar to be a place where everyone can work together and not hurt each other, and I know deep down everyone wants to be happy.”
The stranger chuckled for a second, but not in a mocking way. “You truly are a gem Elio.” He said with a little more positive in his voice. “I would like a world like that too. One that changes as it goes along in time, where mistakes are learned and never repeated. Though, I doubt I’ll see that.”
“Why?” Elio asked, looking at the figure.
“Well, let’s just set I let go of that thinking. Thought it wouldn’t work or ever change. In your father’s lingo, you could say, ‘I lost hope given to me by my youth’. And dare I say, rightfully so. What does it take to truly change how things are and function? What kind of person has that amount of power or prestige to influence the very nature of beings themselves?” The stranger put his hand on a piece, a small little bit of what looked like bone came from it as he lifted the piece in the air. “But then again, you and I are different. You hold on to the values and ideas you’ve gained and display them even here. You have a strong will that seeks to help and perhaps you maybe can make Coltar a better place.” As he placed his piece down on a square his hood looked up to Elio and said in a whisper, “I would like if you did that.”
Elio smiled a big smile. “You’re nice mister.”
“Heh, well…you learn things and sometimes you remember things.” As they talked, some noise started coming from outside. The stranger sighed as he got up out of his seat. “I’m afraid I need to go. Being seen by anyone but you would be…problematic, to say the least.”
“Awww.” Elio let out a sigh and started putting up the pieces. The stranger started to float off, but Elio said, “Wait…I never asked you your name.”
“My name?” The stranger repeated “…Well…check your board.”
A confused Elio obeyed and his eyes lit up. On the board was a small coin, looked brand new. On it was engraved a single letter ‘V’. “So, does your name start with a-” he began as he looked back to the stranger's direction, but stopped upon seeing the being was gone. Not even a trace of his psychic aura could be felt by the boy. Elio gave a few sniffles as he put the board away and got back into bed. I hope we get to play again sometime. He said in his head as the door opened with a guard inspecting. After the guard shut the door, Elio sat back up and gazed at the coin. As he did, suddenly he heard something. Like a whisper in his ear. His eyes lit up and he turned his head as if to talk to someone. “Oh is that your name?” he said but met no reply. Elio gave a big smile as he blew out his candle to go to sleep. You’re a good friend and not bad at Cyriok. Thanks for visiting me. Let's finish our game later.
Note:
another small one shot, this one with two characters talking over a game they play. Not really anything spoilerific or anything you could figure out as spoilerific so enjoy!
Over a Game of Cyriok
A candle flickered in the rather chilly room on its stand in front of a board. The Cyriok game had several pieces on its board with two figures gazing over their pieces carefully and in silence. One was a little boy with black hair. He was wearing worn basic Kilgorese attire for toddlers, loosely worn for sleeping. The toddler was sitting cross-legged on his bed, gazing upon the board, preparing for five moves in advance before he ended his turn with the current move. His index finger slowly rubbed on his little chin as his eyes, wide and engaged, focused on the board, only moving slightly to get a better look at each section.“Taking your time are we?” his opponent said, causing the boy to look up. The black hood, hiding whose face resided inside completely from view with the dim light, moved slightly upwards facing the boy.
“Of course,” the child said with a big innocent smile. “I like playing this game so I make sure to set a good course of action.” He tapped his head with a little pride as he added, “This game is very complex. Especially with the rotation rule. I love that rule.”
“Indeed,” the figure said, hood moving down to look at the board, “I must say, this game piques my interest.” The boy’s eyes widened with glee as the stranger continued, “I’m more accustomed to a simpler format of stratagem than this, Cyreeahk?”
“Cyriok,” replied the boy, with a little sulky face at it being mispronounced for the tenth time.
“Ah right, Cyriok. Well, this game most certainly is meant to be long. We’re already ten moves in and yet neither of us have an advantage yet.”
“Yep,” the boy said getting his energy back and returning his smile to his lips, “I want to be the best Cyriok player ever.”
“Oh? Is that so?” the figured asked with a little pleasant tone and a tilt of the head.
“Uh huh, though.” the boy’s head lowered as his eyes drooped slightly and his smile faded. “I want to mainly be a diplomat. I want people to stop fighting and help stop things like that. Hurting is wrong.” His eyes looked at the figure in the cloak. “I want to help stop fighting in Coltar.”
“I see…an admirable dream, however.” the boy tensed a little at the tone of the figure. “What makes you think you can stop people fighting?”
“Well, I can try and I know I will do good.” The boy gave the stranger a scowl as he began to get pumped to defend his ideals. “I like people, and it makes me sad seeing them fight. Fighting to hurt is wrong. So as a guard, I fight against what’s wrong. I know I will do well. I have hope like dad and Tomso.”
“Ah, like your father,” the stranger said with a little chuckle at the end. The boy raised a brow as the figure turned its head to look at the other bed in the room, where a little girl was sleeping. “And what about her?”
“Rela?”
“Indeed.” He returned his attention to the boy. “She isn’t like you…your polar opposite. What would you do, should she be a burden to what you desire, Elio? You say you will do this, but what if the world is against you on that? What if she is against you on that?”
Elio didn’t reply. He looked down at the board, thinking over the hard question. “I would have hope that I could win her over. Like how my dad hopes.”
“Oh that’s right,” the figure said, snapping his fingers. “He did something similar yet different…well, that’s interesting. You know, other answers exist for that question. You have hope to win them over…some would distance themselves…others would destroy them or remove their power. The many subjective answers would only add to making this more challenging for you, Elio.”
“But killing is wrong,” Elio blurted out, making his move. “I can win without hurting anyone…People can be good, so they just need someone to help them and guide them. I like helping. If Rela needs it, I want to help her too. Same for big brother Tomso.”
“An innocent mind of a child I suppose. You seem very loyal to your siblings. Very…warming.” The figure seemed to let out an odd sound afterward. It was like a sigh of … longing. “But Elio. Think about the factors…the challenge that exists before you. Even the greatest most willed beings can break should they not proceed wisely. Even the sturdiest ship can sink if it's built on ignorance. Even the purest of intentions can ruin the world if done in a manner that is improper. One wrong move and you could ruin your entire plan. My point Elio, is how you can do this as who you are? You are strong, brave, and kind but those alone can’t change the world. Can’t change Coltese or what you beings are in general.”
Elio felt sad the stranger felt this way. He looked down at the board, his hand still on the piece and letting go. “Your move.” Elio sat up, to let the stranger play. There was nothing but silence as the stranger pondered his move. As the time in mulling over a move went on, Elio said, “Sir…do you have a family?”
“I did Once,” the cloaked figure replied.
“Once?” Elio repeated in confusion.
“Indeed, but now I can’t see them anymore. Never again.” The stranger paused then requested, “Elio, always treasure your relatives. They aren’t perfect, but it’s better than hating them or losing them. Perhaps you may even get them on your side, but even if you don’t…they are like you in some ways.”
Elio seemed somewhat stumped why the stranger would say that. Of course, he wouldn’t hate them. He couldn’t hate Tomso or Rela. Even father despite his situation. Elio mustered his thoughts as he asked a question he believed would help him see what this person felt. “Do you want the world to get better?”
The stranger paused as if a little surprised by Elio’s question. The boy went on to say, “You say how things can’t get better from me on my own and maybe you have some points there.” Elio stood up on the bed and flailing his arms in the air said with a big smile and full of energy, “But don’t you see? There are many people like me. Good, nice people like me, father and Tomso. I don’t have to do all by myself, because I can help them and they help me. Maybe there are people that won’t help, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have hope or a future that will be great. I want Coltar to be a place where everyone can work together and not hurt each other, and I know deep down everyone wants to be happy.”
The stranger chuckled for a second, but not in a mocking way. “You truly are a gem Elio.” He said with a little more positive in his voice. “I would like a world like that too. One that changes as it goes along in time, where mistakes are learned and never repeated. Though, I doubt I’ll see that.”
“Why?” Elio asked, looking at the figure.
“Well, let’s just set I let go of that thinking. Thought it wouldn’t work or ever change. In your father’s lingo, you could say, ‘I lost hope given to me by my youth’. And dare I say, rightfully so. What does it take to truly change how things are and function? What kind of person has that amount of power or prestige to influence the very nature of beings themselves?” The stranger put his hand on a piece, a small little bit of what looked like bone came from it as he lifted the piece in the air. “But then again, you and I are different. You hold on to the values and ideas you’ve gained and display them even here. You have a strong will that seeks to help and perhaps you maybe can make Coltar a better place.” As he placed his piece down on a square his hood looked up to Elio and said in a whisper, “I would like if you did that.”
Elio smiled a big smile. “You’re nice mister.”
“Heh, well…you learn things and sometimes you remember things.” As they talked, some noise started coming from outside. The stranger sighed as he got up out of his seat. “I’m afraid I need to go. Being seen by anyone but you would be…problematic, to say the least.”
“Awww.” Elio let out a sigh and started putting up the pieces. The stranger started to float off, but Elio said, “Wait…I never asked you your name.”
“My name?” The stranger repeated “…Well…check your board.”
A confused Elio obeyed and his eyes lit up. On the board was a small coin, looked brand new. On it was engraved a single letter ‘V’. “So, does your name start with a-” he began as he looked back to the stranger's direction, but stopped upon seeing the being was gone. Not even a trace of his psychic aura could be felt by the boy. Elio gave a few sniffles as he put the board away and got back into bed. I hope we get to play again sometime. He said in his head as the door opened with a guard inspecting. After the guard shut the door, Elio sat back up and gazed at the coin. As he did, suddenly he heard something. Like a whisper in his ear. His eyes lit up and he turned his head as if to talk to someone. “Oh is that your name?” he said but met no reply. Elio gave a big smile as he blew out his candle to go to sleep. You’re a good friend and not bad at Cyriok. Thanks for visiting me. Let's finish our game later.
