Hotaru
angels would damn themselves for me
Aisha is a golden flame incapable of being ignored, and Hotaru grins at the wink that is sent her way, blowing the younger woman a cheeky kiss in return. Deimos has her attention shortly after, craning her neck to see him upon the climbing wall where he perches like a mountain cat. The assurance of free reign of magic and brutality alike has a sharp grin cutting across her pretty features, impatience already bubbling in her veins. Wanting - needing - to move. To prowl, hunt, and prey upon friends dressed in the colors of foes. The rules are simple. Just annoying enough to make the game a challenge, but straight-forward enough to not warrant repetition. As they're sorted into their teams Hotaru drifts closer to Noah, giving a warm smile that signals her remembrance of their initial meeting before turning to the other trainees. "I'd suggest either in the middle of one of the bushes as a last physical barrier for anyone on foot, or midway up a column. If anyone here has a flighted shift, the top is too hard to defend." At least in her own opinion as someone who is both short and has no Attuned shifts. Waiting for their input before doing anything with the flag, she instead begins to run plans in her head while the decision is being made, wanting to utilize any available time to coordinate her future movements and overtures.
