Got a spark in your heart so strike it
He'd told Koa he'd help Stormbreak when it needs it, and he means to make good on that regardless of their argument and the unknown outcome. Although he's not particularly keen on ripping off the scab that is his current relationship with his cousin, not when it's still a bit fresh at least, he doesn't intend to hide from his family or his home either, not if he can be useful. Besides, whatever comes between them, it doesn't change the fact that he loves his cousin.
Still, Kaisel intends to keep some healthy distance today and avoid swinging by Koa's house. He's here to focus on the work only.
Bundled in a maroon hoodie over a black hoodie over a white long-sleeved shirt that says THE FLOOD in font styled to look like dripping water, placed beneath a grinning headshot of Sunjata, Kaisel heads towards where Zavien had asked him to come. He's also wearing some grey joggers and sneakers, his trusty backpack with him, the weapons he was asked to bring tucked away inside. "Hey Zav, Bob Damien," he greets with a wave, glancing towards the dragon with a smile, "and Sol." He's a touch cautious, even around Zav. He figures by now the dragoons have all heard about him staying at King's End, feeling a little bit like he ditched them all, much as he doesn't mean for it to be that.
Focusing on the work though and not all the bullshit, Kaisel appraises the boulders already gathered. "My knuckle dusters have air magic, could help move or break some things. The chakram can also cut anything that's gotten tangled up, and could help grab things when it returns to my hand, if they're out of reach and I angle it right." He muses for a moment, rubbing the corner of his chin. "Otherwise, all muscles baby."
Kaisel arrives and has his air knuckle dusters and returning leviathan chakram AND his super duper strong muscles.
Still, Kaisel intends to keep some healthy distance today and avoid swinging by Koa's house. He's here to focus on the work only.
Bundled in a maroon hoodie over a black hoodie over a white long-sleeved shirt that says THE FLOOD in font styled to look like dripping water, placed beneath a grinning headshot of Sunjata, Kaisel heads towards where Zavien had asked him to come. He's also wearing some grey joggers and sneakers, his trusty backpack with him, the weapons he was asked to bring tucked away inside. "Hey Zav, Bob Damien," he greets with a wave, glancing towards the dragon with a smile, "and Sol." He's a touch cautious, even around Zav. He figures by now the dragoons have all heard about him staying at King's End, feeling a little bit like he ditched them all, much as he doesn't mean for it to be that.
Focusing on the work though and not all the bullshit, Kaisel appraises the boulders already gathered. "My knuckle dusters have air magic, could help move or break some things. The chakram can also cut anything that's gotten tangled up, and could help grab things when it returns to my hand, if they're out of reach and I angle it right." He muses for a moment, rubbing the corner of his chin. "Otherwise, all muscles baby."
Kaisel arrives and has his air knuckle dusters and returning leviathan chakram AND his super duper strong muscles.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
