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[ Charles is standing in a field. Behind him - in a distance is a house that is his in Westchester in 1962. It's quiet here, and he is enjoying the quiet, though he definitely wasn't expecting it. Last he recalled, he was dripping wet and standing aboard a CIA ship. This was a pleasant surprise, and he was mostly aware that it was a dream. He let his hands slip into his pockets as he took to the quiet grounds.

It is bright outside, cloud free. He looks up, a smile spread across his lips. He thinks of Raven, and how much she might enjoy a few moments here with him. Then he thinks of those CIA agents that he had just met. The clouds change just a little bit when his thoughts change, briefly darkening. The smile fades, just a little, and is replaced with curiosity and a bit of concern.

He turns on a heel and looks around. He's never had a dream be so vivid. ]

[[ ooc; yaaaaaay. finally first posting. Also! permissions posts are good for telepaths. You can also note here on yes or no on mind-reading. :) ]]

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I wish you luck, but I doubt you truly need it.

[It'd be nice, it strikes her suddenly, if he could attend. If someone hoping for her victory could be there.

But of course, this is all confined to dreams. When she wakes up, there'll be nothing more than faint, self-mocking smile as she lets idea fade along with the dream itself.]

You have confidence in me! I kind of like it.

Well, you did beat me.

I'll give you a chance to make it even another time.

Give me?

Are you saying you don't want it?

I prefer a fair game. [ Taps at the side of his head with his index finger. ] It is a game I prefer that way. Even with my additional skills.

Offering another match doesn't mean I have any intention of losing it. You'll win it only if you can.

That's my hope.

You have between now and then to improve your game.

So do I.

I'll practice plenty.

Good. I don't have any intention of falling behind, though!

Naturally...What fun would that be?

You must have learned the game when you were young. It takes practice to become that adept.

I played it by myself.

Alone? [Despite herself, she feels the similarity.] You shouldn't have played alone. [Shouldn't have had to.]

Alone, naturally. [ He smiles over the pieces on the chessboard. ] I didn't know many who could keep up.

Since it was my father who taught me, he was a difficult opponent for a long time.

[She doesn't quite say this with the warmth one might expect from a fond childhood memory. He isn't with her now.]

I read books.

[ He thinks on that fondly. ]

[So did she.]

We're not too different, it turns out.

[ Looks amused, if only for a few moments. ] I could tell.

You broke your word? [Out of her mind, Telepath.]

No, I didn't. [Taps on his temple with two fingers.]

I don't need to.

Then why do you say it?

That I could tell? Because I learned that just from speaking with you, nothing else.