New Potential
Now it's time for Micro-Ice, I hope I do him justice :) Again, however, I find myself a little short on what to write.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Aarch smiled privately as the team fell about the floor, laughing so hard their sides were in danger of splitting. Micro-Ice had done it again.
'It' being made rather a spectacle of himself. The coach shook his head; ever the clown, even when it was unintentional. Still, his self-confidence flourished endlessly despite the teasing always aimed his way- in fact, without it Aarch wouldn't be surprised if Micro-Ice's head tripled in size and eventually burst. He had even more of an ego than D'jok, though it was usually the pride before a fall and he bounced back much more quickly.
Still, his optimism and humour kept spirits up, and he was loyal to a fault. Unfortunately, this meant sticking by his best friend and big brother-figure during his disputes with Rocket. He and D'jok were the main antagonists when it came to falling-outs with the others- this being the fault- though he was less likely to hold a grudge for any length of time beyond what was reasonable and there was a limit to the aggression before he decided it had gone too far.
As the team hit the showers, Aarch couldn't help but think Micro-Ice aptly named. He was the smallest and the youngest of the team, having been born the latest in the year, but he was still a skilled player and a determined attacker. He also loved being in the spotlight, and was something of a flirt, both of which fuelled further his desire to be a football player; which he now was.
He heard a splash and some laughter from the showers. No doubt Micro-Ice again. He could be a compassionate soul when he wanted to, and he had spoken once of adventure and an admiration for the Pirates, which was wholeheartedly shared by fellow comic-reliever Thran, though his speciality lay more in sarcasm and dry humour.
More laughter and a cry of surprise- most definitely Micro-Ice. "I'm not going to have to intervene, am I?" Aarch called half-playfully, half-seriously through the door.
"No coach!"
"N-no, sir! Most definitely not, s-SIR!"
Another splash and yet more laughter. Aarch sighed heavily. "Just hurry up and quit messing around, okay?"
"Okay!"
There we go. Done. Reviews? Next on the list: Mei!