// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
Iskra's attempt to look uninviting to ward off enough teammates and leave room on the blue team for Melita had failed miserably. Perhaps due to lack of practice, too accustomed to smiles instead of sneers, or perhaps because Vesper was just a little shithead who had to call out for regional sides. Iskra could not keep the scathing glare he leveled on the twink even if he'd wanted to. When the teams were solidified he forced a smile, but it was full of too many teeth.
Sweeping his attention off the wisp of a man, Iskra listened attentively to Melita as she laid out the terms of the battle royale. It was a new side to her, for him. Watching her work, watching her lead, she seemed wholly in her element. She was brilliant. He didn't need more reason to think so, but she proved it time and time again, and he felt he could watch her dazzle the world until the end of his days. If he did nothing else again but watch her, that could be a life he was content with.
There was a pause, and then murmuring as the assembled team turned to plan. Iskra unwillingly tore his gaze from her as they each sank into the opposing sides. He exhaled faintly, an admission of defeat, however minor. "Alright," Iskra said with newfound fervor, glancing between Amhran and Skibidiah after introductions had been tossed out to ensure everyone knew who each other was. "I say we focus down one person at a time, ensure they can't escape the onslaught. The little scrawny fucker that was the first to join Red team seems like an easy first target."
Iskra strategizes with his team and says everyone should beat up Vesper!
Sweeping his attention off the wisp of a man, Iskra listened attentively to Melita as she laid out the terms of the battle royale. It was a new side to her, for him. Watching her work, watching her lead, she seemed wholly in her element. She was brilliant. He didn't need more reason to think so, but she proved it time and time again, and he felt he could watch her dazzle the world until the end of his days. If he did nothing else again but watch her, that could be a life he was content with.
There was a pause, and then murmuring as the assembled team turned to plan. Iskra unwillingly tore his gaze from her as they each sank into the opposing sides. He exhaled faintly, an admission of defeat, however minor. "Alright," Iskra said with newfound fervor, glancing between Amhran and Skibidiah after introductions had been tossed out to ensure everyone knew who each other was. "I say we focus down one person at a time, ensure they can't escape the onslaught. The little scrawny fucker that was the first to join Red team seems like an easy first target."
Iskra strategizes with his team and says everyone should beat up Vesper!
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
