Experiment 7-4767 (PAFP!)

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    "Cool!" Tris said softly. "How do you set the game up? Are there any rules?"

    He opened the box and pulled out the two smaller 'boxes' that were inside. "To set it up, you need to first take out all of your ships." He opened up both, showing her where the ships were kept. "And then, you place the on the board wherever you like." He placed on of the ships on the board as an example. "As for rules, I guess the main thing is that you don't want your opponent to see where your ships are, because if they sink all your ships, it's game over."

    Tris grinned. "Okay!" she agreed, setting her ships up once she was sure he wasn't looking. "Um...... B-7?" she guessed, looking up to see if she'd hit one of his ships.

    He tracked where she had said and laughed softly as he put the pin into his ship. "Hit. How about A-3?"

    Tris grinned then frowned, studying her board. "Uh, hit," she said, uncertainly.

    ooc: I am so so so so sorry! I really don't mean to take this long to reply, and I'm sorry to say that I won't be back after today until Saturday or Sunday because I'm going camping. So sorry! :'(

    ic: "Everything okay?" He glanced up at her.

    (No worries. It's summer. No fun being on the computer all the time. Have fun camping!!!)


    "Oh, yeah," Tris said, smiling. "I'm just trying to figure this out a little. So, yeah. It's a hit." She grinned. "E-7?"

    "Miss." Tris paused, studying the markers on her board. "E-5?"


    (Want to timeskip? And who should we let win?)

    About thirty minutes later, Tris scored the final hit and the last of the master's ships sank. Tears filled her eyes. "Why did you lose? You aren't supposed to lose..." she whispered.

    He was surprised when he saw tears filling her eyes. "What's wrong? You should be happy that you won." He tilted his head confused.

    "But I wanted you to win," Tris replied softly. "You're my Master.... You should always win..." she whispered softly, repeating the rule her old master had taught her. Now, Tris was even more confused. She had been beaten back into submission every time she'd broken a rule, treated like a slave, abused constantly..... Mark confused her. Scared, she hung her head, expecting a beating.

    "I'm not some perfect super human, I never will be either. Which means, that I won't always win, and that's perfectly normal." Mark gently took hold of her chin and tilted her face up to look at him, and spoke in a soft voice. "Congratulations, you won." He smiled and placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

    Tris smiled shyly, eyes rising to meet with his. "Th-thanks," she whispered. Turning away a little later, she helped pack up the game then curled into a ball by his feet. "Is it time to go to sleep?" she asked suddenly, glancing up at the clock despite the fact that she had no idea what the symbols (numbers) on it meant.

    "If you're ready to. It's about time, and If you're tired, we can go to sleep now." He subconsciously ran his fingers through her hair.

    Tris smiled softly and nodded, gently hugging onto him, closing her eyes, listening to his heart, and slowly falling asleep. The girl purred softly as he gently stroked her hair and gently kissed his cheek.

    Mark wrapped his around around her waist, giving her a soft hug. "Sleep well kitten." He whispered faintly.


    (Sorry that it took so long and that it's so short)