It talks?
had an idea about Silver and his sword
"Checkmate."
"What?!" Sebek's voice rang out in indignation. "You cheated!"
Silver sighed. "No, I didn't. Look, your king has nowhere to go. I win."
"This can't be right. I demand a rematch! Immediately!" He prompted, unable to accept the fact that he lost fair and square.
"…This is already our third match today, I think we should have a rematch tomorrow." Silver couldn't go through with another game of chess today. He'd already fallen asleep numerous times during the other ones. In fact, during the last one he was actually beginning to debate losing on purpose, just so that it would end. The only reason he didn't was because of his competitive streak.
Sebek's frown deepened. "Hmph, it's just because you'd lose anyways."
Silver opened his mouth to speak, "You've already lost three times in a row, loser-boy. You really wanna make it a fourth—?" A voice emanated from where he was sittting across from Sebek before being cut off abruptly.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT—"
"That your chess playing is just as lousy as your swordsmanship?" The snarky voice cut him off again.
"SILVER. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY SKILLS? I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL, HERE AND NOW, THEN WE'LL SEE JUST WHOSE SKILLS ARE 'LOUSY'!" Sebek's voice thundered through the quiet common room. Thank the sevens it was empty.
Silver tried speaking again, "Sebek, that wasn't—"
"DRAW YOUR SWORD AND FACE ME!"
Silver sighed again. He really didn't want to do this right now, but it didn't seem like he was going to get a word in otherwise. "Fine." He got to his feet, drawing his sword and facing Sebek, the game of chess laying forgotten on the table next to them. The air crackled with tension as the two began circling each other around the small table, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Well are you two sissies gonna start any time today?"
Sebek froze. "WHO'S THERE?" The room was still empty as far as he could see, Silver was the only other person aside from him.
"'Who's there?'" the voice mocked, "Your brain must be as small as your voice is loud."
Silver didn't think he'd ever seen Sebek look so offended since that one time a first-year had said Malleus was intimidating. "EXCUSE ME?! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M ONE OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE MOST DISTINGUISHED LORD—"
"You're excused." The voice stated plainly.
"Alright," Silver spoke, trying to keep things from escalating. "That's enough. Both of you settle down."
"SETTLE DOWN? AFTER THE INSULTS AND LIES THIS MISCREANT HAS BEEN SPOUTING?"
"Sebek," Silver said pointedly. "Calm yourself. There isn't anyone else here. The one who's been speaking is my sword."
Sebek paused, processing the information "…What?"
"My sword," Silver continued. "I believe it was hit by a spell sometime during class yesterday. I brought it to Professor Trein and he said the effects should wear off in a week. It's the one who's been insulting you."
"'It'? I have a name, you know," the voice came again, sounding somewhat miffed. "And I prefer the term 'telling the truth', it's his own fault if it's insulting."
"Why you little—"
"Leave it, Sebek."
For a moment, it looked like Sebek was going to comply with Silver's words…until he opened his mouth again. "Well, if your sword has indeed been enchanted then it must be thrown away at once!"
"What?" Silver asked, surprised.
"A FOLLOWER OF THE NOBLE AND MAGNANIMOUS MALLEUS DRACONIA SHOULD NOT TARNISH HIS IMAGE BY CARRYING AROUND SUCH AN ISOLENT ARMAMENT!"
"I can't just throw it away, it was a gift from Father—"
"I DEMAND THAT YOU RELINQUISH YOUR WEAPON AT ONCE, SILVER!" Sebek stated, advancing towards his fellow guardsman.
Silver slowly backed away, nearly tripping on a book someone left lying on the floor. "No. I will not hand over my sword to you."
"You really think you can come get me?" The sword taunted. "You're much too slow!"
That did it. With a cry, Sebek lunged forward, attempting to snag the sword out of Silver's grip only to be met with air as Silver darted out of the way. The two began running all around the room, knocking over furniture and causing chaos. Sebek continued shouting at Silver to give up his sword and how it was unbecoming and unprofessional to be using enchanted equipment in such a way. The sword thought this was all very funny and continued to taunt Sebek. Silver, for his part, evaded Sebek's repeated attempts to take away his blade, running circles around the room as his friend chased him.
"I already said you can't take Johnny!"
"YOU NAMED IT JOHNNY?!"
A vase shattered as it fell to the floor, the sound lost in the mayhem occuring in the common room. High above, a figure floated in the air, giggling to himself. "Ah, such liveliness~ a true testament to the joys of youth." Crimson eyes surveyed the pandemonium happening down below. "I think I outdid myself with this one." A bat squeaked in agreement.
