†@vanishngactââ SENT.         â I donât want to go, Iâm calling in dead.    Iâm so tired that Iâm dead. Iâm calling in dead. â
Anita Williams had seen it all - done it all - before even stepping foot into the games. Sheknew what to expect from anyone or thing at a given notice, and knew how to avoid lettinganything get the better of her. Always expect the worst, and be prepared for it. God knew how often that philosophy aided her in a past life filled with military tactics and the need to always plan five steps ahead.
Unshakable. Thatâs what they called her. The very image of grace under fire in and out of the arena. While she wouldnât argue that perhaps it was just her disposition - knowing how easily she could fall back on honed skills - it didnât hurt that sheâs had the chance to live amongst part of her competition. That she was given the opportunity to study and observe their habits either from the background, or in friendly spars or duels. All of it giving her time to acclimate and adjust to each personâs quirks and habits. Learn what made them tick, and keep a steady head to whatever my come.
So, after so multiple weeks - months. years even - of sharing Mirages company, one would think that they would be desensitized to his outbursts. Immune to the sporadic bouts ofmelodrama that would suddenly stir the dropshipâs air. Apathetic even to the manâs oftâ minuscule, over dramatic plights. Enough to quickly dismiss him out of hand in a moments notice should his gabbing prove to be nothing of importance-
Yet, a long breath softly laced with annoyance filtered past Bangaloreâs nose ( her brow creasing as he went on ) as calloused, trained fingers bucked the last few parts of her chest piece into place with a firm click; Finally ready for the match to come.
Not so much for whatever Mirage found so abysmal that he had to call in dead.
The cogs in her head were already turning- Considering how she wanted to approach ( if she wanted to even approach him at all ) the man; A brow arching as her gaze flitted around the near empty room for a moment before lips pressed into a thin line. Unsure if this was something serious or not.
There was reason to believe that he couldnât be serious. This was Mirage after all, and it seemed like he coveted the spotlight above anything else in the games; Absolutely relishing in the fame that it brought him. So for him to say anything about potentially giving it up for aday? He had to be kidding.
And yet, maybe something did occur between yesterdayâs match and now. Something that would have shaken him to his very core that remained unseen, or at the very least, unheard of as of now. After all, she hadnât been on his team yesterday, and managed to get eliminated before having the chance to even catch a glimpse at him and his own. No, the only ones who could say were either on a different dropship or-
Her gaze stops at the newest competitor to the games; Finding him squirreled away in his quarters killing time much like the others. While Bangalore could ask Crypto if anything had transpired in his and Mirageâs team yesterday ( if just to find a way to quieten him down ), she had a feeling that she was staring at the answer.
Crypto was an enigma for sure, but his actions within his first week alone were enough to draw the attention of audiences and fellow competitors alike. His skill already on par withsome, and far surpassing others. His little numbers game with Mirage also seemed to help aid in his quickly rising popularity; The interaction between the two counting kills already filling the airwaves with chatter about who would beat who.
The old champion? Or the upstart?
So far, the upstart was in the lead, and everyone knew it. Just from watching the feed from the corner of their eyes, he would come up more than his fair share of times, and the gameâs administration had to know it. Had to know that it was the buzzing topic of the last week-
How else would you explain the duo being paired up for all those days since Cryptoâs first appearance?
The faintest hint of a knowing grin curled on the corner of her lips as steady, even steps softly echo as she approaches behind the couch; Bending over to rest against against the top of the seat. Her gaze sharp - near glinting - as she leered over at the trickster.
âAw- Didnât sleep well last night? Or you â calling in dead â Â âcause of-â She clicks her tongue as a thumb jabs in the hackerâs direction. â-This weekâs kill leader handinâ your own ass to you at your own game?â
