I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper’s scarf is still pulled up over the lower half of his face, but his eyes gleam bright and unbothered as the rules are laid out. He lounges against one of the icy mounds marking the red side of the field, shadows curling lazily around his boots like cats waiting to pounce. He listens, sure—but more importantly, he listens. The thoughts swirling off the blue team are louder than the snow beneath their feet, and one in particular cuts through with all the subtlety of a dagger: "The little scrawny fucker that was the first to join Red team seems like an easy first target."
Vesper doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t react. But the grin behind his scarf sharpens like a drawn blade. Scrawny, huh?
He lowers into a crouch, running one finger through the snow like he’s tracing idle patterns—but what he draws are spirals, paths, divots. Attack vectors. Shadow routes. His smoke slinks out across the ground, darkening the pristine white in serpentine lines that dance toward the invisible midfield. It's subtle enough that it might be mistaken for trickery of the light... unless you were looking.
Finally, he lifts his head and glances toward Melita, where she's gathered with the rest of Red. "So," he drawls, eyes catching on her bandanna, then the wicked glint in her gaze. "You got any special chaos planned, or am I free to improvise?”" He’s not just being polite—he’s genuinely curious. If Melita’s the type to rig snowballs with bee stings or firecrackers, he’d like to know before they get pelted.
His shadows, meanwhile, coil back beneath him, twitchy and eager. Ready.
Vesp uses his 60ft telepathy to read the Blue Team's thoughts/strategies.
Vesper doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t react. But the grin behind his scarf sharpens like a drawn blade. Scrawny, huh?
He lowers into a crouch, running one finger through the snow like he’s tracing idle patterns—but what he draws are spirals, paths, divots. Attack vectors. Shadow routes. His smoke slinks out across the ground, darkening the pristine white in serpentine lines that dance toward the invisible midfield. It's subtle enough that it might be mistaken for trickery of the light... unless you were looking.
Finally, he lifts his head and glances toward Melita, where she's gathered with the rest of Red. "So," he drawls, eyes catching on her bandanna, then the wicked glint in her gaze. "You got any special chaos planned, or am I free to improvise?”" He’s not just being polite—he’s genuinely curious. If Melita’s the type to rig snowballs with bee stings or firecrackers, he’d like to know before they get pelted.
His shadows, meanwhile, coil back beneath him, twitchy and eager. Ready.
Vesp uses his 60ft telepathy to read the Blue Team's thoughts/strategies.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
