// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
Although getting rid of the pickle had helped his swing, it still lacked the oomph of most of the rest gathered here. The hammer had been trickier than he thought. He was happy to see Koa's nearly touch the bell though, and he gave out a loud, whooping yell and moved to thump his cousin on the back. He flashed a grin to Noe, who was also holding her own. He'd missed the quick conversation the pair had had, and he did his best to ignore the tension that was like a livewire through Koa. He, much like Pierce, was ready to embrace the carnival and enjoy it.
Lingering near his family, he watched some of the others step up to the newest challenge, hoping that by taking his time and assessing them a bit more he might gain an edge. Eventually though his attention span could stand it no longer, and he stepped up to take the feather-light hammer, startled when it's near weightlessness lie in his grip. It felt otherworldly, and Kaisel made a face at it. He'd noticed earlier the change in the lights and the numbers, and while most had still swung their hardest, Kaisel chose to do the opposite. Doing his best to hold the hammer-shaped air lightly in his fingers, Kaisel crouched down and with the faintest exhale, barely nudged the hammer over the pad. If the biggest number was on the bottom now, he theorized the lightest tap was actually the best, and that with such an airy hammer, a light tap was harder than you thought.
Kaisel breathes a tap onto the pad
Lingering near his family, he watched some of the others step up to the newest challenge, hoping that by taking his time and assessing them a bit more he might gain an edge. Eventually though his attention span could stand it no longer, and he stepped up to take the feather-light hammer, startled when it's near weightlessness lie in his grip. It felt otherworldly, and Kaisel made a face at it. He'd noticed earlier the change in the lights and the numbers, and while most had still swung their hardest, Kaisel chose to do the opposite. Doing his best to hold the hammer-shaped air lightly in his fingers, Kaisel crouched down and with the faintest exhale, barely nudged the hammer over the pad. If the biggest number was on the bottom now, he theorized the lightest tap was actually the best, and that with such an airy hammer, a light tap was harder than you thought.
Kaisel breathes a tap onto the pad
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
