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“No, you can’t do that, bishop can only go diagonally.” 

Rob leaned back in his chair with a badly supressed sigh and threw a glance at his watch. Still hours to go that had to keep Klink distracted. This would end up being a long evening. When he had spotted the dusty chess set in Klink’s office and had asked if he played he hadn’t expected the answer to be ‘no, not in a long time’. 

To be fair there were probably worse ways to spend and evening than playing chess and drinking schnapps. Far worse.

Then Tag 8 People to Do the Same.

She’s not a picky eater (having lived through ages where it was eat anything or starve) but she draws the line at brains or genitals (the cooked kind, get your minds out of the gutter).

Despite being around when classical music was evolving, she’s never known a lot about it. She’s learned more from Loki since 2012 than she did at the time.

She knows what happened at Tunguska.

She has an altar to Gaia and a secret storeroom hidden behind a wall in her apartment.

She was one of the first people to test out the ‘new’ repeating rifles when they were being developed.

Was once thrown out of the Oracle at Delphi for asking embarrassing questions.

Was banned from formally learning ballet in the 18th Century and hasn’t tried since.

She was the ‘model’ for Katerina at the start of ‘Taming of the Shrew’ after she and Will Shakespeare had a falling out.

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                                             Mei’ nuere Sonne,

                                                          Du machst mi’ gluecklich, wenn Himmelgrau

                                            Bitte nicht--“

The light humming was cut short as Jon heard footsteps approaching, and he soon scrambled to his feet, hastily putting out the cigarette that had been lit earlier - it was just about finished anyway. Look busy. Look busy, Lanier.

Though he very much hated the idea of it, so many hours spent alone in the cell in the Tower meant that some part of him looked forward to seeing another human being when one felt the urge to grace him with their presence. Of course the visitors he had were nearly always on the wrong side of the war which was far less than favourable.

Klink was one to rarely lose his head. He may be nervous or caring at times, even frustrated. But, only rarely does the German blow up about anything. But, when he does, he makes quite the scene.

“Was meinst du damit, du hättest es mir nicht früher erzählen wollen?” he demanded, nearly yelling into the phone. “Vor vier Monaten?? An diesem Punkt hättest du schon nach dem Krieg warten müssen, um es mir zu sagen!” Not wanting to hear his brother’s voice anymore, he slammed down his phone.

He didn’t know how to react. For a moment, he just stared at his desk. Then, as if something in him snapped, he was clearing his desk. He was throwing things, ripping papers, and smashing anything else. If anything backfired, Wilhelm couldn’t feel it. Physically, he was numb. Emotionally, he was shattered. It wasn’t until his desk was empty that he collapsed back into his chair, hid his face behind his arms on the desk, and melted into sobs that shook his whole body.

If he took a moment to look up, he might of saw Pierre in his office door.

Pierre had asked to see the Kommandant, he hadn’t just turned up and barged in. He had been rasied better than to do that, even to an enemy. Although he held Colonel Klink in low regard he knew when it was useful to show respect - like when he wanted information from the camp Kommandant. The secretary had told him to just knock and go in, it wasn’t his fault.