Kaisel
"Fuck yeah, pastries!" Kaisel announces with no curtail of glee as he immediately pounces on the box, rising up with a different flavor in each hand and happily munching on each one bite after another. He lifts them up in acknowledgement, a sort of air cheers, towards both Liam and Maea in greeting. They have steadily become more and more familiar, and so despite having no great affection for these creepy AF woods and all the mindless circles weaving around them for flowers, he saw the call for help and decided to answer. He needed something to do anyway, which might sound insane since he very well could be moving back to Stormbreak. He would help that transition however he could, but despite feeling utterly displaced when he'd been removed from it, despite wanting nothing more than to return home, he's resisting a bit now that he can. A lot has happened recently, things begging him to review his choices more heavily than ever before, so running back to habit and familiarity feels... wrong, right now. He's kind of hoping for some clarity among change.
That, and work. Tire out his body enough to quiet his mind more, that's the theory anyway. Do some good to feel good.
"Who's gonna train all the way out here?" Kaisel asks around a mouthful, slinging his pack from his shoulders to be rid of the weight. He's in he's boots and some dark jeans, a sweatshirt pulled on over a King's End tourist shirt that boasts a half naked woman graphic—the least offensive thing he could buy from the House of Midnight.
Kaisel arrives with a pack of basic supplies like water, bandages, a pair of pajamas so he never has to sleep in board shorts or togas again, and a granola bar or two. He's wearing general out/work attire. He has his chakram and knuckle knives in the bag.
That, and work. Tire out his body enough to quiet his mind more, that's the theory anyway. Do some good to feel good.
"Who's gonna train all the way out here?" Kaisel asks around a mouthful, slinging his pack from his shoulders to be rid of the weight. He's in he's boots and some dark jeans, a sweatshirt pulled on over a King's End tourist shirt that boasts a half naked woman graphic—the least offensive thing he could buy from the House of Midnight.
Kaisel arrives with a pack of basic supplies like water, bandages, a pair of pajamas so he never has to sleep in board shorts or togas again, and a granola bar or two. He's wearing general out/work attire. He has his chakram and knuckle knives in the bag.
There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
