Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150510175942

The Yankee just about laughed out loud, but he quickly surpressed it. He missed Jane's dry, honest, brutal sense of humor and regrettably had not seen the closest thing to a 'friend' at this school in a long while. At least he understood this girl; she said what she meant, not like Pirouette.

He pulled up a chair near her.

"Always nice to see you, Jane." He said, cracking the smallest smile.

The Yankee was slouching languidly in his seat, arms folded, but he straightened a touch as he thought of something. "What say..." He started, thinking of his tale. "We play a little game of 'Merlin."

He glanced around breifly. Of course, there was no such game; he made it up on the spot. Merlin wasn't so much a legitimate game as it was a nod to the brutal competion and rivarly the original Yankee and the court wizard found themselves in, but the Yankee was already formulating a plan in his mind.

"It's a game of One-Ups. The whole purpose of the game is to outdo the other players with a better... or if we're talking death process here... worse achievement, from either you or your tale. If you can't out-acheive someone, you concede."

He wasn't going to ask if anyone was interested, or wanted to go first, he simply slouched back down and waited.