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Faint scratching of charcoal on paper rolls across the rooftop. A dull sun illuminates a page written in greys, charcoal and snow intermixed into an obscure image. That corner might be a tree, and that box might be a cabin with a winding path up towards it.

She who is known as Princess hums softly, not quite ignoring the earpiece that rests gently on her ear but dimming the static of it. Orders are received with a muted interest and simple flick of a button to acknowledge.

The sketchbook is handed off into the claws of a bird, her eyes focused on the distant horizon. Then steps off the ledge, dress billowing out as a soft landing is achieved. For Princess that is, the slightly indented concrete is not a concern.

It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. Days like these are perfect for handling things not seen before. Like a metro scuffle! Fight? Semantics to keep her mind occupied as one heeled foot is set in front of the other.

There was no urgency, so what if her response time was slow? Strutting around as a human was refreshing and nothing called for anything unique. Suffice to say by the time she had arrived at the open air train station, walking by the gates and ticket booths to find…

A group around a chess game? Least she thinks it's chess, with the multiple pieces and checkered board. Those surrounding the players are quiet, and there seems to be no actual altercation happening. Just… a game.

One she did step up to watch. Pondering the many moves that have and will be taken between them, predicting that black would likely win with a French Defense. As minutes drag by, concentration and sweat increases until a victor is determined. Rippling groans and subdued cheers come from the group as some money is exchanged. Princess still sees no reason as to why she was called to this.

That is until the seated man who had lost notices her and stands with posthaste. “Aha, the ref is here!” He adjusts his glasses and steps around the table to swiftly approach her.

Princess, to her credit, merely tilts her head in confusion as he keeps talking. “I’m sure you have better things to do Ms. Hero, but rules are rules!”

Rules are something that tend to…cause issues for one such as her, but she does respond. Asking, “What rules?”

The chessplayer laughs, more nervously with a slight scratch at his temple. “Well, uh… We are SDNs junior chess club and we need an official to judge our matches. How else are we supposed to gain rank?”

“So you called me?” Now the princess is properly confused.

“Well, this is an emergency and any hero would have done it! We just need a card carrying member of SDN to sign off on this sheet.” He does indeed produce a sheet almost from nowhere. Clipped to a sturdy clipboard with a pen at the top. It clearly states ‘SDN Chess Witness Form A3-21’.

“I feel as if this shouldn’t be taking place in a train station if you need a witness to it.”

Another subdued chuckle. “Well uh, the club just so happens to be banned from SDN buildings…”

There is a story there, one that even she would like to hear but decides to not press into it. A thought is had, then two, before she simply decides to go along with it. She hadn’t seen a chess match in quiet some time after all.

A swift press of ink on paper leaves a mark that could be a signature and she sits in an available chair, acting as regal as her name as she presides over the next match.