Don't need to know where we're going
Chat, what do you do when a scary fire and shadow monster is nicely asking for your apology? Keep in mind, it looks like it needs to harvest your organs or chomp a little bit on your soul for the sorry to really stick. It also sounds like it's trying to hum a pitch that'll make your bones explode into dust—just your bones—so that you end up like a meatloaf with poorly stirred-in seasonings flaking around the middle.
What Kaisel does is continue to nope the fuck out. If even Dantalion is getting out, he's taking a page from the Maverick's book, because that man apparently loves Astaroth and even he is skeddadling. So whether this monstrous entity is actually Asta, or just the thing that ate Asta when no one was watching and is making a mockery of his voice to try an eat the rest of them, well Kai would like a lot of distance between them to figure that out.
He's about halfway through channeling Ronin to come and smite this abomination when the man begins to melt out of nightmare. Kaisel's eyes remain wide with worry, watching darkness and flame bleed away into nothing more than figments and sparks, little better than the dance of a candle in the breeze. Flora reclaims him. She's been staggering along with him, something too precious for him to leave behind no matter how terrified he is, but his movements are rigid as they go, whole body stiff with fear. It clings to him like smoke in fabric, rooting and remaining even when the embers have cooled. "Flora," he breathes, the sound shaky as he sends it out like gospel in the face of the demonic.
He stills in the urgent and firm lock of her grip, the sight of her blocking out the remnants of Astaroth's fading haunt as the butcher chases a man already too far gone to catch. Kai's working not to be the same, and Flora's got him, every word and each sweep of her thumb a reassurance that seeps in deep. She tugs on a steadiness she's built into him with every golden moment they've shared, because if he can't trust anything else right now, he knows he can trust her, and she—fuck, she looks scared too, but not of Asta. "Ro—I don't—I know I did that, but—" He licks his lips, nervousness and wariness creeping into place as adrenaline begins to slacken throughout him. "I don't know why," he whispers, a new kind of horror settling. He has never been afraid to own his actions, but he has always been sure of them. This though, gods he wanted to get along with her friends.
Or did. His gaze redirects over her shoulder for a moment, distrusting the tall shape of Asta beyond her. "What the actual fuck was that—what did he become?" He keeps his voice low, and much as he hates to hear it, the sound shakes with uncertainty. His grip around her shifts then. It doesn't soften, but changes from dragging her with him for safety's sake, to keeping her with him so he's got something sure and stable.
What Kaisel does is continue to nope the fuck out. If even Dantalion is getting out, he's taking a page from the Maverick's book, because that man apparently loves Astaroth and even he is skeddadling. So whether this monstrous entity is actually Asta, or just the thing that ate Asta when no one was watching and is making a mockery of his voice to try an eat the rest of them, well Kai would like a lot of distance between them to figure that out.
He's about halfway through channeling Ronin to come and smite this abomination when the man begins to melt out of nightmare. Kaisel's eyes remain wide with worry, watching darkness and flame bleed away into nothing more than figments and sparks, little better than the dance of a candle in the breeze. Flora reclaims him. She's been staggering along with him, something too precious for him to leave behind no matter how terrified he is, but his movements are rigid as they go, whole body stiff with fear. It clings to him like smoke in fabric, rooting and remaining even when the embers have cooled. "Flora," he breathes, the sound shaky as he sends it out like gospel in the face of the demonic.
He stills in the urgent and firm lock of her grip, the sight of her blocking out the remnants of Astaroth's fading haunt as the butcher chases a man already too far gone to catch. Kai's working not to be the same, and Flora's got him, every word and each sweep of her thumb a reassurance that seeps in deep. She tugs on a steadiness she's built into him with every golden moment they've shared, because if he can't trust anything else right now, he knows he can trust her, and she—fuck, she looks scared too, but not of Asta. "Ro—I don't—I know I did that, but—" He licks his lips, nervousness and wariness creeping into place as adrenaline begins to slacken throughout him. "I don't know why," he whispers, a new kind of horror settling. He has never been afraid to own his actions, but he has always been sure of them. This though, gods he wanted to get along with her friends.
Or did. His gaze redirects over her shoulder for a moment, distrusting the tall shape of Asta beyond her. "What the actual fuck was that—what did he become?" He keeps his voice low, and much as he hates to hear it, the sound shakes with uncertainty. His grip around her shifts then. It doesn't soften, but changes from dragging her with him for safety's sake, to keeping her with him so he's got something sure and stable.
Kaisel
It'll all make sense when we arrive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
