Meme!

[jamjar]

Maybe I should have had a New Year's Resolution to post more? Or, you know, at all.

From sister_wolf
Give me two characters from different fandoms you know I'm familiar with, and I'll give you a dialogue happening between the two of them. Without justifying how the crossover would work, how their worlds clashed, or how they could even meet each other. Just a silly crossover conversation with no backstory, for fun.

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Note to self: tabbing =/= replying.


"Do you want to play?" Flashed on the screen. Methos flexed his fingers and hit accept, laying down his first piece.

He lost the first game, and the second which was especially annoying since it was so familiar, losing in the same way and not being able to stop it, but the third was-- well, he was still losing

The chat box in the corner started flashing and Methos blinked. Sai, his opponent hadn't sent anything for the first two games, then a line of text came up, Japanese characters that it took a moment for him to translate.

> You have a very old-fashioned style.
> Where did you learn that defense?

Ah. And oh, that could be a leading question, one he really wasn't sure he wanted to deal with. But... The message box flashed impatiently at him while he tried to remember how to type in kanji on this computer.

> I learnt it from an old friend in Joseon.

From Jang, who'd been a lousy drunk, but a great game player, in exchange for teaching him Euchre. Jang, who'd lost his head in a fight sometime in the 1920s, though Watcher records from that time and place were not exact.

He'd liked Jang, enough to still feel that pang of regret at knowing he didn't exist in the world anymore. Not grief, not the way Joe or Duncan thought of it, just a knowledge hat the world was lessened by their absence.

Methos hesitated, then quickly, before he could think better, typed:

> He claimed it came from Honinbo Shusaku, but Jang liked to exaggerate. Did you know him?

Your move! popped up on the screen while he waited for a reply and oh, yeah, he was definitely losing this one, again. He stared at the screen, hoping for inspiration.

The chat box pinged.

> Once, a long time ago. But there are new moves now.

Ah. Yes, that was an answer, or an acknowledgment at least, with a side I know, you know, now let's pretend we don't. He hit reply and typed back

> True. Can't live in the past.

Now, where could he go that wasn't somewhere Jang would've?