the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
He shrugs. "I dunno, Soh is who I know, so, she seems like a good choice." The fact the city fell under her reign is not a favorite point of his, but the Family had been an impressive foe so he can't fully fault her for that. He'd also not paid enough attention to it all, just trying to finish his schooling and training before becoming old enough to enter the Dragoons. "I guess Koa or Zavien would do well too though," he admits with a scratch to his jaw, trying to imagine either of them as the top dog. "Which sounds a bit biased," he laughs, shrugging again, because what does it truly matter. Someone will lead, and he won't have a say in it, and it won't be him. He'll take his orders as assigned, like always. At least, when he moves back anyway.
The game is way more interesting than who will lead his city, which might be one of the many indicators of his continued youth and easy go at life thus far. "Demi-gods and leaders," he says with a bit of a smirk, closing his eyes as he reaches out at the table and grabs a card. Pulling it to his lap he peeks down at it, grinning, before turning it over and setting it aside. "Alright," he says, reaching to tip the timer over and standing to his feet.
He holds up 4 fingers to her, then flashes 4 fingers again, then lays 1 finger on his arm. He drops his hands then, growing still for a moment before striking a pose that might suggest he has thrust a sword through some foul beast, his other hand bracing like he has a shield. Aware of the time, he moves on from that display, flashing out his 4 fingers again and this time a sweeping arm overtop his head. He drops his arms again, before launching into 'flapping' around the table with his arms, taking aim with a finger gun pointed heavenward for a moment before targeting something on the table and them swiping it all off with a flourish, silverware clattering.
The game is way more interesting than who will lead his city, which might be one of the many indicators of his continued youth and easy go at life thus far. "Demi-gods and leaders," he says with a bit of a smirk, closing his eyes as he reaches out at the table and grabs a card. Pulling it to his lap he peeks down at it, grinning, before turning it over and setting it aside. "Alright," he says, reaching to tip the timer over and standing to his feet.
He holds up 4 fingers to her, then flashes 4 fingers again, then lays 1 finger on his arm. He drops his hands then, growing still for a moment before striking a pose that might suggest he has thrust a sword through some foul beast, his other hand bracing like he has a shield. Aware of the time, he moves on from that display, flashing out his 4 fingers again and this time a sweeping arm overtop his head. He drops his arms again, before launching into 'flapping' around the table with his arms, taking aim with a finger gun pointed heavenward for a moment before targeting something on the table and them swiping it all off with a flourish, silverware clattering.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
