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30 October 2026
4:02 pm
On a Friday
Frelsi, Prydania
Kætil Tessem tapped his foot nervously as he watched Herra Karjakin, his physics teacher and head of the high school's chess club, play Magnus Sondergaard, a year 12 student who had just been accepted into the pre-med program at the University of Haland. That was to say that Magnus was a very smart kid but...
"Magnus is getting his ass kicked, huh?" Harald Levi asked as he opened a bag of chips as he stood next to his friend Kætil.
"Chip?"
"Sure," Kætil said taking a chip and munching on it. Still, he didn't look away from the game. He was fixated on it, and not just because Magnus, who'd beaten everyone else in chess club five times over at least, was being beaten. Kætil was following the moves both student and teacher made, and figuring out what he'd have done better and what each person's next move was likely to be.
"You should do it. I mean it. You've been talking about it forever," Harald mused.
"Shut up," Kætil replied.
"I have not. Like...a few weeks. Tops. That's not forever."
"He's getting beat by Herra Karjakin, he'll be all demoralized."
"He's still gonna beat me. Like he always does," Kætil muttered.
"Vinur*," Harald groaned.
"You're so much better than him. I don't know why you let him beat you all the time."
"I don't," Kætil sighed.
"Like...I don't let him...he just does."
"Já," Harald nodded.
"But...you're smarter. I don't get it."
Kætil sighed. Was he smarter than Magnus? Was he a better chess player than Magnus? Harald, his best friend, seemed to think so. But Kætil tended to...freeze...when he played him. Magnus was older. A year 12, eighteen. Kætil was only a year 9, fifteen. And Magnus was going off to become a doctor.
It wasn't even like his family was super rich, but they had more than Kætil's. Magnus' father was middle management at the Prydanian branch of Polykor's home office in Býkonsviði.
Kætil...didn't know who his father was. It was just him, his thirteen year old brother Sigvid, and their mamma in public housing.
That wasn't a source of shame at all. Most of the town of Frelsi, just outside of the capital, was public housing.
Still...Magnus could afford university between his stellar grades getting him a scholarship and his parents paying for the rest. Kætil would need to apply for government funding. His mamma wasn't going to be able to afford it.
None of this was Magnus' fault. He was a nice enough guy. It's just that Kætil couldn't help but feel a bit inadequate next to him, and it messed with his head whenever he faced him in chess. He'd been talking to Harald about challenging him again but even seeing their teacher beat Magnus made him unsure.
"Maybe you should challenge him instead," Kætil shrugged.
"Shaddaists are really good at chess."
"I, sir," Harald replied as he munched on more chips "resent being put into a box." Kætil chuckled. Harald had a way of making him laugh.
"But I suck, vinur. And you know it. I'm just here to keep you company and get free snacks. More chips?"
Kætil chuckled and took another chip from Harald.
"I donno...I just don't think I can beat this guy."
Harald sighed. He didn't like it when his friend got self conscious. Kætil was one of the smartest people he knew.
"Well," Harald said with a shrug.
"If you don't wanna play Magnus you can play Herra Karjakin. What's the worst that can happen there? You lose to the teacher who runs chess club? No big deal."
Kætil's blue-grey eyes lit up and he just nodded for a moment before saying "já," and walking over to the table Herra Karjakin and Magnus were at as the teacher put the student in checkmate.
"Good game, Magnus," Herra Karjakin said with a smile.
"Come back when you're a doctor and we'll go again."
"Sure thing Herra Karjakin," Magnus said, chuckling.
"Sure thing...oh hey Kætil."
"Hey," Herra Karjakin said, as one of his younger chess club students approached.
"I was wondering if I could have the next game with you, Herra Karjakin?" Kætil asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
The teacher looked a bit shocked. He tended to go over technique and oversee student matchups. Him playing the students was rare. He'd only played Magnus because Magnus had beaten everyone else. But Kætil was a nice kid.
"Sure, why not?"
Magnus got up, giving his seat to Kætil, who tapped his worn sneaker nervously on the floor as Herra Karjakin rearranged the chess pieces.
"By all means," Herra Karjakin said, inviting Kætil to start.
Kætil surveyed the board. He breathed deep. He tried to deal with the self-doubt creeping in. His notebooks for school, they all had chess problems and solutions scribbled in the margins. And he had his own board at home. He loved chess. He just had to settle to visualize it.
His heart stopped racing and he bit his tongue in a moment of clarity. He nodded and moved a pawn to e4. His teacher nodded, moving his own pawn to match it, at d5. He had observed the kids in chess club, especially the new year 9s. Kætil was a good player, but his teacher wanted to see if he'd jump and go for the easy pawn. Kætil did, moving his pawn to d5. Herra Karjakin thought that was a sign, that Kætil was still too eager. Kætil's foot kept tapping though. Hoping that it wasn't clear how obvious it was that he was pretending to be eager.
Kætil bit the inside of his lip as his teacher moved his queen to take his pawn. He bit his lip not out of nerves, but because he was happy but wanted to keep from smiling and giving away what he was doing. His teacher did think he was being overeager. That moment of clarity he had at the start of the match...now his tapping sneaker was helping him focus on it. Expand it. To see what he'd seen to its end point.
Kætil moved his Knight to c3, not looking up at his teacher, but focusing on the board. Herra Karjakin "hmm"d to himself before moving his queen to a5. Kætil moved a pawn to d4, not moving to react to the queen immediately. At least not to see like it. His teacher made a "huh" sound. Kætil wasn't playing as aggressively as he was previously. He moved a pawn to c6 and watched curiously to see what his student would do next. Kætil moved his other night to f3 to mirror his first knight. Herra Karjakin smiled and moved his light bishop to g4. There were a few things he expected Kætil might do as a fifteen year old. Kætil moved his dark bishop to f4 and smiled meekly looking up at his teacher.
"We've each got bishops to take knights," Herra Karjakin said. He knew, and Kætil knew, that if either bishop attempted to take the knights in their paths they'd be taken. He moved a pawn to e6 to leave it to Kætil if he wanted to do that. He didn't though. Kætil grinned when his teacher moved his pawn, and followed with a pawn move of his own, to h3. He could now take his teacher's bishop. Herra Karjakin let out a chuckle. The younger kids in his class tended to go for the big moves, but Kætil had chosen to ignore that for this move that put his light bishop in danger. So he decided to take his student's knight on f3. Kætil quickly moved his queen to swallow that piece up. And Herra Karjakin leaned back a bit. He'd never really felt off-balance against Magnus, but this quiet fifteen year old had managed it.
"Hmm," Herra Karjakin mused, before moving his dark bishop to b4 to threaten Kætil's other knight. Kætil moved his bishop to e2. The board he saw in his head was working out. His teacher moved one of his own knights to d7 and nodded. He didn't know what his student had planned but he was setting up his own plan. Kætil was just focused on the board though, and moved another pawn, this one to a3. Herra Karjakin nodded, swapping his king and rook. Kætil nodded briefly to himself and moved his pawn to b4 to take his teacher's dark bishop and Herra Karjakin nodded. His student had finally made the aggressive mistake, too focused on his bishop. He moved his queen to a1 and took one of Kætil's rooks.
"Check," Herra Karjakin said. The kid had caught him off-guard for a moment but now he'd force him to go on the run. And it looked like it too as Kætil moved his king to d2. Herra Karjakin swallowed Kætil's other rook at h1, and Kætil moved to take his pawn at c6.
"That's what you want to go with?" Herra Karjakin asked, as his student settled for taking a pawn after he had taken both of his rooks. Kætil just nodded though. It made his teacher suspect he may have something yet, but he decided to forge ahead. See what it was. He took his student's queen with a pawn moving to c6.
"You got too aggressive with your queen. She's powerful but you need to be careful," he said. Kætil didn't look up from the board though. His teacher had just cleared his way. He moved his light bishop to a6.
"Checkmate," he said, looking up at his teacher.
Herra Karjakin leaned back, looking at the board. And Kætil smiled. It all played out. He had his teacher's king trapped on c8. Any potential move brought meant it was in the sight of one of Kætil's bishops. The teacher smiled, with a bemused chuckle. He was so certain that Kætil would make an overly aggressive gesture that he'd fallen into a trap. Kætil had sacrificed his queen in a seemingly aggressive move to fully utilize both of his bishops. And he'd led his teacher move by move to make it happen.
Magnus, and everyone else who was paired up in games, looked on in shock. Herra Karjakin had just beaten the best chess player in school- they thought. And now Kætil Tessem had just beaten the teacher.
"That's..." Herra Karjakin said before chuckling, "really impressive. Kætil, you've been holding back all year!"
"I just...I mean I guess," he smiled meekly.
"Thanks!" he added, extending his hand to his teacher, who shook it.
"No, no my pleasure," Herra Karjakin said as Kætil got up. He was so...so nervous! And so happy! He'd just beat his teacher! He quickly got up and grabbed his backpack, heading out. Harald ran after him, tossing Magnus his bag of chips.
"Hey! Bro, where ya going?"
"Vinur," Kætil said, his voice barely containing his excitement.
"Did you see that? Fourteen moves! Checkmate! Woo!" Kætil proclaimed, running down the school hallway before stopping and turning to face his friend smiling. Harald just casually walked to catch up.
"See, knew you could do it. You're full of surprises."
"That's nothing," Kætil said excitedly.
"I actually got to meet the King once you know."
Harald raised an eyebrow. His buddy, the oldest of two brothers to a single mother, met the King.
"Really?" he asked.
"Já!" Kætil exclaimed. He was feeling really excited after doing what he'd just done.
"Come on over to my house. We'll play on my board and I'll tell you about it!"
"So you're going to kick my ass at chess and brag about meeting the king?" Harald laughed as he followed his friend out of the school and down the road.
"We'll watch movies it'll be sweet," Kætil said, with pleading eyes. He was psyched. Excited at what he'd just done, and he wanted to spend his afternoon with his buddy. Harald grinned and nodded.
"Sounds good. Let's pick up some Toki's on the way over."
Kætil smiled and excitedly led the way. He'd just proven he could be...something...at chess. It was the first time he'd ever felt he could be something at all.
*Vinur- friend, mate, pal, dude
OOC Note: Thanks to @Kyle who helped me with chess stuff!
4:02 pm
On a Friday
Frelsi, Prydania
Kætil Tessem tapped his foot nervously as he watched Herra Karjakin, his physics teacher and head of the high school's chess club, play Magnus Sondergaard, a year 12 student who had just been accepted into the pre-med program at the University of Haland. That was to say that Magnus was a very smart kid but...
"Magnus is getting his ass kicked, huh?" Harald Levi asked as he opened a bag of chips as he stood next to his friend Kætil.
"Chip?"
"Sure," Kætil said taking a chip and munching on it. Still, he didn't look away from the game. He was fixated on it, and not just because Magnus, who'd beaten everyone else in chess club five times over at least, was being beaten. Kætil was following the moves both student and teacher made, and figuring out what he'd have done better and what each person's next move was likely to be.
"You should do it. I mean it. You've been talking about it forever," Harald mused.
"Shut up," Kætil replied.
"I have not. Like...a few weeks. Tops. That's not forever."
"He's getting beat by Herra Karjakin, he'll be all demoralized."
"He's still gonna beat me. Like he always does," Kætil muttered.
"Vinur*," Harald groaned.
"You're so much better than him. I don't know why you let him beat you all the time."
"I don't," Kætil sighed.
"Like...I don't let him...he just does."
"Já," Harald nodded.
"But...you're smarter. I don't get it."
Kætil sighed. Was he smarter than Magnus? Was he a better chess player than Magnus? Harald, his best friend, seemed to think so. But Kætil tended to...freeze...when he played him. Magnus was older. A year 12, eighteen. Kætil was only a year 9, fifteen. And Magnus was going off to become a doctor.
It wasn't even like his family was super rich, but they had more than Kætil's. Magnus' father was middle management at the Prydanian branch of Polykor's home office in Býkonsviði.
Kætil...didn't know who his father was. It was just him, his thirteen year old brother Sigvid, and their mamma in public housing.
That wasn't a source of shame at all. Most of the town of Frelsi, just outside of the capital, was public housing.
Still...Magnus could afford university between his stellar grades getting him a scholarship and his parents paying for the rest. Kætil would need to apply for government funding. His mamma wasn't going to be able to afford it.
None of this was Magnus' fault. He was a nice enough guy. It's just that Kætil couldn't help but feel a bit inadequate next to him, and it messed with his head whenever he faced him in chess. He'd been talking to Harald about challenging him again but even seeing their teacher beat Magnus made him unsure.
"Maybe you should challenge him instead," Kætil shrugged.
"Shaddaists are really good at chess."
"I, sir," Harald replied as he munched on more chips "resent being put into a box." Kætil chuckled. Harald had a way of making him laugh.
"But I suck, vinur. And you know it. I'm just here to keep you company and get free snacks. More chips?"
Kætil chuckled and took another chip from Harald.
"I donno...I just don't think I can beat this guy."
Harald sighed. He didn't like it when his friend got self conscious. Kætil was one of the smartest people he knew.
"Well," Harald said with a shrug.
"If you don't wanna play Magnus you can play Herra Karjakin. What's the worst that can happen there? You lose to the teacher who runs chess club? No big deal."
Kætil's blue-grey eyes lit up and he just nodded for a moment before saying "já," and walking over to the table Herra Karjakin and Magnus were at as the teacher put the student in checkmate.
"Good game, Magnus," Herra Karjakin said with a smile.
"Come back when you're a doctor and we'll go again."
"Sure thing Herra Karjakin," Magnus said, chuckling.
"Sure thing...oh hey Kætil."
"Hey," Herra Karjakin said, as one of his younger chess club students approached.
"I was wondering if I could have the next game with you, Herra Karjakin?" Kætil asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
The teacher looked a bit shocked. He tended to go over technique and oversee student matchups. Him playing the students was rare. He'd only played Magnus because Magnus had beaten everyone else. But Kætil was a nice kid.
"Sure, why not?"
Magnus got up, giving his seat to Kætil, who tapped his worn sneaker nervously on the floor as Herra Karjakin rearranged the chess pieces.
"By all means," Herra Karjakin said, inviting Kætil to start.
Kætil surveyed the board. He breathed deep. He tried to deal with the self-doubt creeping in. His notebooks for school, they all had chess problems and solutions scribbled in the margins. And he had his own board at home. He loved chess. He just had to settle to visualize it.
His heart stopped racing and he bit his tongue in a moment of clarity. He nodded and moved a pawn to e4. His teacher nodded, moving his own pawn to match it, at d5. He had observed the kids in chess club, especially the new year 9s. Kætil was a good player, but his teacher wanted to see if he'd jump and go for the easy pawn. Kætil did, moving his pawn to d5. Herra Karjakin thought that was a sign, that Kætil was still too eager. Kætil's foot kept tapping though. Hoping that it wasn't clear how obvious it was that he was pretending to be eager.
Kætil bit the inside of his lip as his teacher moved his queen to take his pawn. He bit his lip not out of nerves, but because he was happy but wanted to keep from smiling and giving away what he was doing. His teacher did think he was being overeager. That moment of clarity he had at the start of the match...now his tapping sneaker was helping him focus on it. Expand it. To see what he'd seen to its end point.
Kætil moved his Knight to c3, not looking up at his teacher, but focusing on the board. Herra Karjakin "hmm"d to himself before moving his queen to a5. Kætil moved a pawn to d4, not moving to react to the queen immediately. At least not to see like it. His teacher made a "huh" sound. Kætil wasn't playing as aggressively as he was previously. He moved a pawn to c6 and watched curiously to see what his student would do next. Kætil moved his other night to f3 to mirror his first knight. Herra Karjakin smiled and moved his light bishop to g4. There were a few things he expected Kætil might do as a fifteen year old. Kætil moved his dark bishop to f4 and smiled meekly looking up at his teacher.
"We've each got bishops to take knights," Herra Karjakin said. He knew, and Kætil knew, that if either bishop attempted to take the knights in their paths they'd be taken. He moved a pawn to e6 to leave it to Kætil if he wanted to do that. He didn't though. Kætil grinned when his teacher moved his pawn, and followed with a pawn move of his own, to h3. He could now take his teacher's bishop. Herra Karjakin let out a chuckle. The younger kids in his class tended to go for the big moves, but Kætil had chosen to ignore that for this move that put his light bishop in danger. So he decided to take his student's knight on f3. Kætil quickly moved his queen to swallow that piece up. And Herra Karjakin leaned back a bit. He'd never really felt off-balance against Magnus, but this quiet fifteen year old had managed it.
"Hmm," Herra Karjakin mused, before moving his dark bishop to b4 to threaten Kætil's other knight. Kætil moved his bishop to e2. The board he saw in his head was working out. His teacher moved one of his own knights to d7 and nodded. He didn't know what his student had planned but he was setting up his own plan. Kætil was just focused on the board though, and moved another pawn, this one to a3. Herra Karjakin nodded, swapping his king and rook. Kætil nodded briefly to himself and moved his pawn to b4 to take his teacher's dark bishop and Herra Karjakin nodded. His student had finally made the aggressive mistake, too focused on his bishop. He moved his queen to a1 and took one of Kætil's rooks.
"Check," Herra Karjakin said. The kid had caught him off-guard for a moment but now he'd force him to go on the run. And it looked like it too as Kætil moved his king to d2. Herra Karjakin swallowed Kætil's other rook at h1, and Kætil moved to take his pawn at c6.
"That's what you want to go with?" Herra Karjakin asked, as his student settled for taking a pawn after he had taken both of his rooks. Kætil just nodded though. It made his teacher suspect he may have something yet, but he decided to forge ahead. See what it was. He took his student's queen with a pawn moving to c6.
"You got too aggressive with your queen. She's powerful but you need to be careful," he said. Kætil didn't look up from the board though. His teacher had just cleared his way. He moved his light bishop to a6.
"Checkmate," he said, looking up at his teacher.
Herra Karjakin leaned back, looking at the board. And Kætil smiled. It all played out. He had his teacher's king trapped on c8. Any potential move brought meant it was in the sight of one of Kætil's bishops. The teacher smiled, with a bemused chuckle. He was so certain that Kætil would make an overly aggressive gesture that he'd fallen into a trap. Kætil had sacrificed his queen in a seemingly aggressive move to fully utilize both of his bishops. And he'd led his teacher move by move to make it happen.
Magnus, and everyone else who was paired up in games, looked on in shock. Herra Karjakin had just beaten the best chess player in school- they thought. And now Kætil Tessem had just beaten the teacher.
"That's..." Herra Karjakin said before chuckling, "really impressive. Kætil, you've been holding back all year!"
"I just...I mean I guess," he smiled meekly.
"Thanks!" he added, extending his hand to his teacher, who shook it.
"No, no my pleasure," Herra Karjakin said as Kætil got up. He was so...so nervous! And so happy! He'd just beat his teacher! He quickly got up and grabbed his backpack, heading out. Harald ran after him, tossing Magnus his bag of chips.
"Hey! Bro, where ya going?"
"Vinur," Kætil said, his voice barely containing his excitement.
"Did you see that? Fourteen moves! Checkmate! Woo!" Kætil proclaimed, running down the school hallway before stopping and turning to face his friend smiling. Harald just casually walked to catch up.
"See, knew you could do it. You're full of surprises."
"That's nothing," Kætil said excitedly.
"I actually got to meet the King once you know."
Harald raised an eyebrow. His buddy, the oldest of two brothers to a single mother, met the King.
"Really?" he asked.
"Já!" Kætil exclaimed. He was feeling really excited after doing what he'd just done.
"Come on over to my house. We'll play on my board and I'll tell you about it!"
"So you're going to kick my ass at chess and brag about meeting the king?" Harald laughed as he followed his friend out of the school and down the road.
"We'll watch movies it'll be sweet," Kætil said, with pleading eyes. He was psyched. Excited at what he'd just done, and he wanted to spend his afternoon with his buddy. Harald grinned and nodded.
"Sounds good. Let's pick up some Toki's on the way over."
Kætil smiled and excitedly led the way. He'd just proven he could be...something...at chess. It was the first time he'd ever felt he could be something at all.
*Vinur- friend, mate, pal, dude
OOC Note: Thanks to @Kyle who helped me with chess stuff!
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