KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
There's a fading of sensation that comes in and out, like the tide across his mind, awareness spilling in every so often with with a groan and a flutter of eyes before it's pulled back away and he sinks into that unrelenting pain and the quiet of nothing.
The next thing Kaisel knows is water. As consciousness stutters back and the fountain stitches the shredded parts of him back together, what he knew before meshes with what is here now. The liquid, nothing like the sea, feels like the ocean reaching up to pluck his battered body from the shore where the spirit had deposited him. There, in the depths, some shark would likely get to him finally.
Shark.
Kaisel twitches, legs flailing, arms writhing against the hold of his cousin, Koa's fingertips like sharp teeth lurking out of the depths just like Kaisel knew they would. He doesn't know up or down and sinks for a moment under water, inhaling it in a gasp as his eyes flick open. He lurches up, breaking the surface with a sputter and a wet cough, hanging onto Koa as he chokes out a breath, and then another.
No sharks. No beach. Just his cousin and a weird bath.
His head hangs, wet hair streaming excess water and drips plonking from his chin and nose. His grip slackens a bit on Koa as his vision clears, the warm glow of the water working its way in to repair and mend that which had fried and failed. He could still taste the tang on the back of his tongue, like he'd kissed Mort's heel briefly and the afterlife set like a bad aftertaste. "Koa?" he manages weakly, leaning now for the side of the fountain, heavy on it as his other hand pulls the water from his face and sweeps his hair back. "Wh—what happened. Aren't I dead?"
Kaisel fucked around and he sure found out. Grandpa Jack does not like dick jokes. Duly noted.
The next thing Kaisel knows is water. As consciousness stutters back and the fountain stitches the shredded parts of him back together, what he knew before meshes with what is here now. The liquid, nothing like the sea, feels like the ocean reaching up to pluck his battered body from the shore where the spirit had deposited him. There, in the depths, some shark would likely get to him finally.
Shark.
Kaisel twitches, legs flailing, arms writhing against the hold of his cousin, Koa's fingertips like sharp teeth lurking out of the depths just like Kaisel knew they would. He doesn't know up or down and sinks for a moment under water, inhaling it in a gasp as his eyes flick open. He lurches up, breaking the surface with a sputter and a wet cough, hanging onto Koa as he chokes out a breath, and then another.
No sharks. No beach. Just his cousin and a weird bath.
His head hangs, wet hair streaming excess water and drips plonking from his chin and nose. His grip slackens a bit on Koa as his vision clears, the warm glow of the water working its way in to repair and mend that which had fried and failed. He could still taste the tang on the back of his tongue, like he'd kissed Mort's heel briefly and the afterlife set like a bad aftertaste. "Koa?" he manages weakly, leaning now for the side of the fountain, heavy on it as his other hand pulls the water from his face and sweeps his hair back. "Wh—what happened. Aren't I dead?"
Kaisel fucked around and he sure found out. Grandpa Jack does not like dick jokes. Duly noted.
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
