impure_tale | 149 [He's been preoccupied and doesn't know what's happening yet]

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149 [He's been preoccupied and doesn't know what's happening yet]

Admiral, you naughty thing, there are numerous items missing from my cabin since its restoration, and you will return them. I cannot be expected to finish a novel when you're making off with bits of the manuscript.

If you wanted so badly to read it, you might have simply waited for the new chapter along with everyone else.

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Then what occupation would please you more? You complain when I assign you reading. You are not being punished, so you will not clean. What does that leave?

The gym or the library. But I don't want a job right now. I just wish to be entertained.

How did you entertain yourself before you came here?

Training with the other soldiers, events with Othello, the war, my wife. There was an endless possibility of people to talk to and things to do.

You have the gymnasium or the swimming pool for exercise -- not so much training, of course. And quite a variety of people to speak to here as well. A fully stocked library, including written works from both our futures.

[So very dramatic sigh...]

Most of the people here I would rather not associate with. But very well. I will simply continue to 'rehabilitate' myself.

Do you crave company, Iago?

Perhaps that is what it is. Why? Are you prepared to indulge me?

Always.

I cannot bring you war, but are you at all familiar with chess? Or should you like to do something else?

Chess. I am vaguely familiar with the concept.

I could teach you to play the game. You are a fine strategist; it might suit your tastes.

Perhaps it will be worth taking the time.

Alright, Marquis. I will learn.

Join me in my chambers, then.

I will be there when I can.

[The Marquis had an old chess set but it had been some time since he'd played the game. In fact, if he had to think of any time he must have done it on the barge, then it would have been with Henry, back when he himself was still an Inmate. As it was he set it up between two chairs by the fire and had glasses of wine handy.]

[Iago normally would have knocked, but he was feeling a bit wanting for attention, so he didn't even bother. When he reached the Marquis' door, he just tried the handle and, finding it open, stepped inside, looking first for Renate, as always.]

You tempt fate with this, Marquis.

[The minute the handle clicked, Renate began barking and when Iago stepped inside, she jumped up to place her forepaws on his chest, ears laid back, panting gently.]

Hm?

[The Marquis looked up.]

With what, my treasure?

Down. [His command was firm, but not as much as it would have been. He anticipated the jump anyway, and just undermined himself by scratching her behind the ears. He pushed her away to address the Marquis.]

With keeping your door unlocked.

[Renate mumbled and whined and pushed her nose up along his wrist so that she'd have an angle to catch and lap at his hands. A short word from the Marquis and she sank down again, circling the young man once before sitting obediently.]

I am not afraid.

[He walked over to sit opposite the Marquis, eying the wineglass but choosing not to say anything about it.]

Fear is not the same as caution. They don't go together. You are not cautious because you are afraid.

I was attacked for speaking, Iago. [He sat at his chair, gesturing for him to do the same.] There are some matters that people are willing to die for in order to show they will not be intimidated.

[Iago did as the Marquis silently bid, making himself comfortable.]

I can see how that would be something you would be very passionate about. [He really didn't mind all that much about it. As long as he wasn't involved directly in this protest or...show of faith.]

[The Marquis frowned, then.] I regret that I placed you in the position that I did, Iago.

[Iago looked up to him sharply.]

Yes, well, we didn't meet to talk about regrets, did we?

[The Marquis began to position the pieces on the board.]

You are not accustomed to receiving apologies, are you?

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Private - He knows petulant whining when he hears it; he used to do it all the time :|

Private - Someone has to recognize it in him!

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Private - And he swears they're fit for company for once.

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