I don't know what I'm looking for
The battlefield is pure anarchy now—snowballs hurtling through the air, shadows slithering over the churned-up drifts, triumphant whoops and theatrical groans as players are knocked out or claw their way back into play. Vesper thrives in it, weaving through the tangle of half-built walls and broken ranks, his sharp grin flashing in the frosted light.
Anita catches the snowball he lobbed and vaults back onto the field with a feral sort of glee, and Vesper tips two fingers to his temple in a lazy salute before ducking low behind a half-shattered barricade. His shadows ripple outward in thin, grasping tendrils, poised to either slap incoming snowballs aside or catch them outright—he isn’t picky.
He watches the shift and collapse of the battlefield from his crouch, bright eyes darting between movements. Melita ’s chaos is unmistakable even without seeing her (her mind, though, feels like a firework), an invisible menace flinging carnage with gleeful precision, and Vesper huffs out a laugh under his breath as Hugh Jass drops dramatically into the snow.
Seeing Sue Flay streaking back onto the field after Iskra ’s assist, Vesper narrows his eyes in quick calculation. They needed to thin the Blue team again, fast, before momentum turned against them.
Scooping up a fresh snowball and letting the shadows coil along his arm for added force, Vesper flings it with sharp precision toward Skibidiah, aiming to knock the man out before he could rally the others. No mercy—not in dodgeball, and not when pride was on the line.
And all the while, his mind stayed wide open, catching the flickers of thought, the scrambling plans, the glimmering, ruthless little hopes of every mind nearby.
Vesp hides behind a barricade and uses a shadow to hurl a snowball at Skibidiah!
Anita catches the snowball he lobbed and vaults back onto the field with a feral sort of glee, and Vesper tips two fingers to his temple in a lazy salute before ducking low behind a half-shattered barricade. His shadows ripple outward in thin, grasping tendrils, poised to either slap incoming snowballs aside or catch them outright—he isn’t picky.
He watches the shift and collapse of the battlefield from his crouch, bright eyes darting between movements. Melita ’s chaos is unmistakable even without seeing her (her mind, though, feels like a firework), an invisible menace flinging carnage with gleeful precision, and Vesper huffs out a laugh under his breath as Hugh Jass drops dramatically into the snow.
Seeing Sue Flay streaking back onto the field after Iskra ’s assist, Vesper narrows his eyes in quick calculation. They needed to thin the Blue team again, fast, before momentum turned against them.
Scooping up a fresh snowball and letting the shadows coil along his arm for added force, Vesper flings it with sharp precision toward Skibidiah, aiming to knock the man out before he could rally the others. No mercy—not in dodgeball, and not when pride was on the line.
And all the while, his mind stayed wide open, catching the flickers of thought, the scrambling plans, the glimmering, ruthless little hopes of every mind nearby.
Vesp hides behind a barricade and uses a shadow to hurl a snowball at Skibidiah!
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.
