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Scribbl 11.02.15
Letters, Press Conferences, Overheard Mutterings
Related to Scribbl CLIMAX VII
Related to Scribbl CLIMAX VII
Aurons Press Conference
The press vault is filled with tranwarpers and tele-wizards. Three people come out from the backdoor and take their seats behind the desk: a crippled Opal, former player of the Aurons now assistant to coach Awambawamb; the Stonemaster, tactician and bone chanter of the team, and coach Awambawamb itself, his hand firmly clasping the neck of an opened bottle of Blood Perignón.
"Thanks you all for coming" chatters Opal in an outwordly voice from his non-existent vocal chords "we are happy to be here. First of all, I'd excuse myself with the team for the early retirement, especially after being awarded the Young Blood prize. We know the fan didn't like it and the envy thought this was a staged retirement but no. The injury was performance-breaking and I preferred to help my team from the sidelines. Our Bonemaster can confirm so. Right?"
The Bonemaster rattles: "Right. The smashed collar bone suffered during the match against Nejaz Djinn was too much to be dealt with and we opted for early retirement from the field, but not from the game. Normally we don't fire players just for the sake of it neither we arrange weird pacts with sponsors. It's, forgive me this joke, crystal clear that the team is kinda fragile and we are still building it, mostly by testing journeymen as we go on. Overall, I can't say we are doing a bad work. We got an award, we even won a regional. But I suppose our coach is the appropriate person to speak about this."
Coach Awambawamb raises the bottle, gulps down a mouthfoul and blabbers "WE AV'RTEED DA CRIS' AAAAN FOH DHIS W' SHOL SELEPRAEEETE" before collapsinghis head on the table. The tilean hat mercifully falls over his face, saving the guests from the gnarled, but happy, expression painted on his face. Two elven hostesses dressed in Tilean colours pop out from the backstage and quickly pull him away.
"AS A FORMER PLAYER I CANNOT unsee that the most favoured team in our Qualifier are the Fins" says Opal, covering what happened "BUT. This is a game of scoring and running, and one should put in consideration unexpected plays from the Corsairs. The field control sported by the Clutchers, leaping around and able to score by the means of a flying tiny furry claw-bearing bear, is a threat one has to think about beforehand. I'm not saying the qualifier is totally open, but we just started."
The Bonemaster takes the word: "I would conclude that we will always do our best to score... and to stun the opposition. Maybe we don't have any muscles, but we're far than spineless! We will show that sticks' 'n stones won't break our bones... claws and blows, maybe, but while the opposition will be focused on that, we will score!"