Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Someone in the throng shouts an accursed name, and Kaisel’s steps falter as he cocks his head. Even here, where a certain infestation of its own kind has settled, that wretched name is being tossed about? Gods damned, maybe they really were doomed after all.
With bigger problems at the moment though, like staunching the flow (heavy days suck don't they girls), he kept walking. He'd lost a lot of people money tonight, he could tell by the unusual heft of his own coin purse, and that put a target on his back for two reasons. Better to leave here as soon as he could and stir up no more problems. Thankfully, he was dressed straight out of a seedy fashion catalog—right down to the bloodstains. As good as he was, there was always someone better. Wasn't that always the case? Even when you're on top, you're chasing someone else, some talent you feel yourself lacking. Life was just the pursuit of happiness, after all. Actually attaining it? Impossible.
"GODS TITS!" he spat out unwillingly as a jolt of fear spun through him at her sudden appearance. He jerked to such a swift halt his spoils of war thumped to the floor and his ruined arm lurched up to protect his face, an automatic response his trainer would be pleased with. She was saying something, but he didn't hear a word of it, even if every part was completely true and would definitely be a problem for future him. First, his ear was still a bit knocked around—an audio debuff, if you will. Second, he was still recovering from the heart attack she’d just delivered. That jumpscare was so flawless, any horror director should be signing her on the spot. Third, and most importantly, he couldn’t hear a damn thing over the sheer size of his own grin.
"FLO-RO!" he cried out, this time with a different enthusiasm. Though she wasn't quite on the same level as family, he'd grown up with her around enough to bestow such a nickname. Plus, Koa liked her—so obviously, she was top-tier. He reached to embrace her in a swift and strong hug, completely forgetting the uncapped red marker he was holding.
"Bruh you almost unalived me there for real," he laughed, a breath loosening the tension from him easily. "Ah shit, my bad. It's Majesty Flo-ro now, huh? Anyway—what was that about you owing me?" There were many ways to be bright, and Kaisel was one of them only.
With bigger problems at the moment though, like staunching the flow (heavy days suck don't they girls), he kept walking. He'd lost a lot of people money tonight, he could tell by the unusual heft of his own coin purse, and that put a target on his back for two reasons. Better to leave here as soon as he could and stir up no more problems. Thankfully, he was dressed straight out of a seedy fashion catalog—right down to the bloodstains. As good as he was, there was always someone better. Wasn't that always the case? Even when you're on top, you're chasing someone else, some talent you feel yourself lacking. Life was just the pursuit of happiness, after all. Actually attaining it? Impossible.
"GODS TITS!" he spat out unwillingly as a jolt of fear spun through him at her sudden appearance. He jerked to such a swift halt his spoils of war thumped to the floor and his ruined arm lurched up to protect his face, an automatic response his trainer would be pleased with. She was saying something, but he didn't hear a word of it, even if every part was completely true and would definitely be a problem for future him. First, his ear was still a bit knocked around—an audio debuff, if you will. Second, he was still recovering from the heart attack she’d just delivered. That jumpscare was so flawless, any horror director should be signing her on the spot. Third, and most importantly, he couldn’t hear a damn thing over the sheer size of his own grin.
"FLO-RO!" he cried out, this time with a different enthusiasm. Though she wasn't quite on the same level as family, he'd grown up with her around enough to bestow such a nickname. Plus, Koa liked her—so obviously, she was top-tier. He reached to embrace her in a swift and strong hug, completely forgetting the uncapped red marker he was holding.
"Bruh you almost unalived me there for real," he laughed, a breath loosening the tension from him easily. "Ah shit, my bad. It's Majesty Flo-ro now, huh? Anyway—what was that about you owing me?" There were many ways to be bright, and Kaisel was one of them only.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
