17599/Skipping stones always sink

Skipping stones always sink
Date of Scene:	08 April 2024
Location:	Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	Skipping stones, till he is interrupted by a Julio. Whom reminds Bishop of a younger verison of himself.
Cast of Characters:	Bishop, Julio Richter

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Bishop has posed:
It is the afternoon, the sound of birds in the trees. One of those perfect days, standing in front of the lake dressed in jeans and a leather jacket zipped up is one Bishop. His blaster in a pair of leather holsters on his belt, like a gunslinger. His fingers are seeking around the lake, to find skipping rocks, slowly he stands sending over the pound slowly, with little motion across it almost making it till it sinks into the water.

A bit of smoke is leaving his nose, with that cigar is bouncing in his lips. He seems pensive, lost in thought as he seeks out another rock, before it too goes skipping across the lake before it sinks into the darkness of the water.

Julio Richter has posed:
"You're kind of intense, eh Vato?" said Julio, who wasn't entirely sure he should get too close to the man. "What do you do here? Is there like a mutant mafia I don't know about?"

He half circled the man from a distance, eyeing him carefully. "Cigarro and everything. I bet you own a black Harley. Admit it."

Bishop has posed:
Bishop turns slowly to look at the voice studying the new arrival with another exhale of the smoke. "Bishop, teach shooting, future history and fighting. Not Mafia, X.S.E. Time cop to make it simple for you." His voice is cold, his fingers are move to wrap around another stone as he launches it hard across the lake in one long skip, that dies in the center of it once more. "No Harley, I got a pick up that is red and black. Should I get a black Harley?"

Julio Richter has posed:
"Might be better for your idiom than trying to drown rocks." he commented mirthfully. He was still sniffing the guy out, a pensive and cautious rabbit of a young man. His history was well known to the staff here. Parents mixed in with the drug cartels in Mexico, he fled and has adopted an 'in flight still' way of seeing the world that wasn't terribly productive at times.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop nods slowly at Julio his hand is moving to throw another rock watching the ripples of the water. "It helps me focus on the now, not the than." His voice is friendly now, as he forces himself to turn to look at Julio. "I'm Bishop, and you are?" He walks over to the boy with his hand out, that massive man with that warm smile now. "Nice use of idiom, I like it."

Julio Richter has posed:
"Bishop, that's a cool fucking name." he chewed on his lip a moment in consideration. "Richtor, like the scale for the Earthquake. But you can call me Julio." he offered. "Bishop like the chess piece. Fianchettoooooo." he smiled, joking somehow. "You like the long diagonals eh Bishop?"

Bishop has posed:
Bishop chuckles slowly his hand is moves to pick up another stone as he bends down throwing it over the water this time it is right at the edge of the pond before it sinks. "Sure, thank you Julio glad you like my name. I don't play chess, I never had the time and nor the desire. Think of me as the one that comes in to save the day guns and blasting running diagonals around the enemy."

Julio Richter has posed:
"I played in Feeday. Got a ranking and everything. My pops too, before he died." Julio explained, and then took in a long breath. It was obviously a painful thing still, and more obvious that he wanted Bishop to know about it. "Been playing since I was seis anos. Not so much lately. People here don't seem to care for it."

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks over at Julio studying him for a long time, he is quiet skipping another rock along the water with a nod of his head. "Sorry for you loss. Would you like to teach me, I never had a chance to learn Julio. Maybe given I'm named after it I should learn this game of chess."

Julio Richter has posed:
"Something you should probably learn on your own." spoke the rabbit, pulling back from even gaming intimacy with the precision edge of his fears and misgivings. "Besides, you don't wanna get your ass handed to you by some kid." he smirked, "You know what you should do, roll up on one of those old folks homes, say your volunteering your time with the vejestorios but secretly your honing your skills to one day face me. Its like mountain top training but with more drool and little cups of applesauce."

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks over at Julio studying him with a little chuckle, his hand is moves to rub along the next stone. "Sure Kid. Also I don't care if my ass gets handed to me, play against the best means you have to rise to the challenge. Here I was trying to do you solid, give you something to share with another person." His voice is friendly as he studies the kid. "But, yeah I don't have time to do that. I have a world and time line to save. A horrible events that will kill us all to stand in front of you know."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio backed away a step, "Yeah, you should probably get back to that." he admitted, excusing himself to leave. "I was just saying..." as he made his way out, "...that maybe if you work at it, train real hard, suffer and sweat, study, bleed, maybe one day..." and finally "...you can take down someone's stroked out grandma on the chess board." and he was off, go to ground rabbit. Go to ground.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop watches the kid run with a little chuckle. "Little bastard is me. I like him." He walks over to pick up his things his book, his cigar case and starting for the manor with a little chuckle. "I like that kid, I need to get to know him."