Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
To say that Koa's note immediately brightened Kaisel's day is an understatement. Laying around his house listening to the record of a lecture play over and over again from his folks was slowly driving him mad, not to mention practically being on house arrest save for the occasional Dragoon guard duty assignment or an errand into town. All the while he's replayed the beach scenario time and time again, and while knowing what he knows now about Jack's talents would have made him more cautious, part of him can't quite find it to regret what he did. He doesn't like how it ended up, and he won't do it again, to be sure, but experiencing Jack firsthand like that certainly left it's mark on Kaisel, literally.
On the day the note listed he practically ran out the door, his father's outcry lost on the wind of him streaking past, muttering something about Koa to calm their nerves before heading out to the specified cliffs. It had been a time since he'd last been here, and he inhaled deeply, fond memories wafting among the thin air.
Holding his hand up to his forehead to shield the glare of the sun, he spies Koa further out, moving like a caged animal. Kaisel approaches with a bounce, his grin rough with the eagerness to prove himself. "Hey!" he greets as he makes the leap to join the floating island, leaning forward as he lands to ensure he doesn't topple backwards off it. He does turn to give an appreciative glance down, the risk of it all inspiring an unbeatable thrill in him. Kaisel's in his usual workout attire, black athletic shorts and a blue pull-over hoodie, thin enough even for Longheat, though his 'brow already glistens with some sweat from the trip here. He fishes out the crudely made knuckle knives he's been practicing with to prepare for the nice ones Safrin will grant him. He slips just one one over his right hand, fingers sliding through the grooves and folding over snug as the line of a blade snarls over the edge of his fisted knuckles.
Glancing at the Mothman armor Koa wears, Kaisel wonders just how sturdy it is, given how lightweight it seems. "That'll keep you safe, right?" He rolls his shoulder, then his neck. "That, or don't let me hit you." A cocky grin then, because Koa's good, but he doesn't think he's that good against him.
"So what you been up to while I've been in jail?" Kaisel steps back into a fighting stance, one leg behind the other, both hands held near his face, ready. "I saw you go off with Soh at the party, you make a choice?"
On the day the note listed he practically ran out the door, his father's outcry lost on the wind of him streaking past, muttering something about Koa to calm their nerves before heading out to the specified cliffs. It had been a time since he'd last been here, and he inhaled deeply, fond memories wafting among the thin air.
Holding his hand up to his forehead to shield the glare of the sun, he spies Koa further out, moving like a caged animal. Kaisel approaches with a bounce, his grin rough with the eagerness to prove himself. "Hey!" he greets as he makes the leap to join the floating island, leaning forward as he lands to ensure he doesn't topple backwards off it. He does turn to give an appreciative glance down, the risk of it all inspiring an unbeatable thrill in him. Kaisel's in his usual workout attire, black athletic shorts and a blue pull-over hoodie, thin enough even for Longheat, though his 'brow already glistens with some sweat from the trip here. He fishes out the crudely made knuckle knives he's been practicing with to prepare for the nice ones Safrin will grant him. He slips just one one over his right hand, fingers sliding through the grooves and folding over snug as the line of a blade snarls over the edge of his fisted knuckles.
Glancing at the Mothman armor Koa wears, Kaisel wonders just how sturdy it is, given how lightweight it seems. "That'll keep you safe, right?" He rolls his shoulder, then his neck. "That, or don't let me hit you." A cocky grin then, because Koa's good, but he doesn't think he's that good against him.
"So what you been up to while I've been in jail?" Kaisel steps back into a fighting stance, one leg behind the other, both hands held near his face, ready. "I saw you go off with Soh at the party, you make a choice?"
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
