<strong>Amanda Kyleson - Elysium</strong><br/><br/>The man in black’s eyes snapped into focus. He looked directly at Amanda, his posture relaxed and he smiled briefly. Abandoning his solitary spot he headed for the door. The two guys flanking her exchanged surprised glances. Daddy watched the man in black leave and beckoned Amanda closer. “Mr Huisman thinks he can beat me in chess.” Daddy moved another pawn, allowing the rook behind it to come into play.<br/><br/>“The Seneschal is too kind.” Sietze smiled at Amanda. “He has kindly allowed me a game but I’m afraid he’ll kick my ass.”<br/><br/>Daddy hummed and folded his thick fingers. “No. No. No. Chess isn’t my game. Now, take checkers or go. Method and order.” He disentangled his fingers to align one of the pieces properly to the center of its square. The Ventrue looked as if he was about to object but thought better of it.<br/><br/>Lebron leaned closer towards Mike, lowering his voice. “Dude, that chick’s friends with the<i>scourge</i>?”<br/><br/>“Shush. That’s Daddy’s girl.”<br/><br/>“What do you say, Mandy?” Daddy eyed the chess board after Sietze had moved his bishop forward. He gave his other end pawn a long hard look, moving it would restore symmetry to the board but it wasn’t a winning tactic, even in defensive terms. “Is Mr Huisman honest or modest?”<br/>