Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Everyone has dragons too. Fuck man, he's truly got nothing.
The beasts wind and twist into their own flurry of displays and guarded items, namely jerky, and Kaisel glances at them with fondness. His attention drifts from the trio as Sol joins in, swinging to Zavien with a nod in greeting as the man sets down his glowing sword (cool af) and bracelet.
Sipping his beer Kaisel listens to Koa, nearly choking when his damn cousin calls him out by name for lacking. Okay, that's how it is huh? Guess he might need to tell an embarrassing story, or maybe dig out some naked baby pictures to get even. Coughing through the beer burning in his windpipe, Kaisel can't get a word in before the chakram is tossed his way. He grabs it, surprised, still squinting and wheezing against the tracheal assault. The ciruclar device feels powerful in his hands and he glances down at it, hungry.
He lifts his attention back to his cousin as he speaks to each of his remaining tools and demonstrates like a grade a badass. Kaisel still feels like a boy under Koa's accomplished shadow, though it doesn't daunt him, quite the opposite. All that his kickass cousin can do inspires the young Dragoon, and he grins with the anticipation of one day standing here with an equal amount of armaments and talents. 'Brows lift a bit at the new gravity ring, a low whistle of appreciation cutting through the attentive silence. "Hell yeah bro," Kaisel appraises with a grin and an air high-five.
Focus shifts to Zavien as he steps up, his items deadly and so very shiny. "Whoa!" Kaisel calls out with an impressed nod of his head as Zavien brands the dummy. "Ever hurt yourself on that thing?" Kaisel asks, glancing at the deadly blade with a healthy dose of respect. Any blade can be turned on its owner, but that one in particular seems especially bitey.
Clearing his throat Kaisel steps forward next, his beer left where he'd been standing. "So uh, I'm still questing for my knuckle knives that'll do air damage, but this Chakram here is made out of Leviathan and it'll always return to whoever throws it without injuring them. It takes some getting used to with it's shape, but it's all about the wrists," he says easily about a weapon that isn't his, having learned a lot from watching and practicing with Koa all this time.
Kaisel sweeps one foot a bit behind the other in fighting stance, his free hand tucking near his face in a protective block, his other drawing the chakram level to the side of his chest. He swings the arm free, snapping the toss with his wrist near the end and sends the most deadly frisbee ever towards a clay pot that splinters with a chime. The chakram spins back around and snaps to Kaisel's hand, and he rises from the stance with an accomplished smile before stepping back to his spot and beer, glancing over at Tal.
Kai demonstrates Koa's chakram!
The beasts wind and twist into their own flurry of displays and guarded items, namely jerky, and Kaisel glances at them with fondness. His attention drifts from the trio as Sol joins in, swinging to Zavien with a nod in greeting as the man sets down his glowing sword (cool af) and bracelet.
Sipping his beer Kaisel listens to Koa, nearly choking when his damn cousin calls him out by name for lacking. Okay, that's how it is huh? Guess he might need to tell an embarrassing story, or maybe dig out some naked baby pictures to get even. Coughing through the beer burning in his windpipe, Kaisel can't get a word in before the chakram is tossed his way. He grabs it, surprised, still squinting and wheezing against the tracheal assault. The ciruclar device feels powerful in his hands and he glances down at it, hungry.
He lifts his attention back to his cousin as he speaks to each of his remaining tools and demonstrates like a grade a badass. Kaisel still feels like a boy under Koa's accomplished shadow, though it doesn't daunt him, quite the opposite. All that his kickass cousin can do inspires the young Dragoon, and he grins with the anticipation of one day standing here with an equal amount of armaments and talents. 'Brows lift a bit at the new gravity ring, a low whistle of appreciation cutting through the attentive silence. "Hell yeah bro," Kaisel appraises with a grin and an air high-five.
Focus shifts to Zavien as he steps up, his items deadly and so very shiny. "Whoa!" Kaisel calls out with an impressed nod of his head as Zavien brands the dummy. "Ever hurt yourself on that thing?" Kaisel asks, glancing at the deadly blade with a healthy dose of respect. Any blade can be turned on its owner, but that one in particular seems especially bitey.
Clearing his throat Kaisel steps forward next, his beer left where he'd been standing. "So uh, I'm still questing for my knuckle knives that'll do air damage, but this Chakram here is made out of Leviathan and it'll always return to whoever throws it without injuring them. It takes some getting used to with it's shape, but it's all about the wrists," he says easily about a weapon that isn't his, having learned a lot from watching and practicing with Koa all this time.
Kaisel sweeps one foot a bit behind the other in fighting stance, his free hand tucking near his face in a protective block, his other drawing the chakram level to the side of his chest. He swings the arm free, snapping the toss with his wrist near the end and sends the most deadly frisbee ever towards a clay pot that splinters with a chime. The chakram spins back around and snaps to Kaisel's hand, and he rises from the stance with an accomplished smile before stepping back to his spot and beer, glancing over at Tal.
Kai demonstrates Koa's chakram!
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
