Kaisel
Remi's very hardcore, man doesn't even bother with jackets or umbrellas in the rain. Maybe his mother never yelled at him about catching a death of cold, but Kaisel's did, so he's swaddled in a long rain jacket that's so tied around his face only his eyes, nose, and lips are free to the wet. His pants are the loud, swishy material of water-proofing pull-ons, and his boots don't let a drop in. He's armed and ready to beat the shit out of this jungle.
"Hmm," Kaisel says of the hawk drawbacks, figuring the brush and the weather still pose enough of a problem to make partial shifting just the wings onto his back also not worth it. He wouldn't really know what it's like to flap around whether it's dry or rainy, so probably best to leave the decision-making up to the man who's body would be morphing.
Which, he does, in a spectacular fashion. There's something to be said about having more than just the usual overly buff shapes at your beck and call. After all isn't it the lion that has to ask the mouse for help removing a thorn from his paw? Although, Kaisel is glad that Remi doesn't turn into a mouse, fitting as that would be given Ratatouille and all. The mouse would take too long to traverse all this, but the raccoon, oh it's perfect. "No way! You're a trash panda!?" he can't help but exclaim as he look over mid weed-whacking to see the Bastion reduced to a fuzzy gremlin.
His speed is surprising, but any good thief like the raccoon needs to be able to make a clean getaway. Laughing after the last visible sign of the tail, Kaisel jumps in after him. It's not as quick or graceful, and he's forced to thread around dead or dying obstacles as the jungle leaves things in an array of decomposition, but with some footwork and blade work he does his best until he loses track of Remi completely. "See if he'll chase you!" Kai calls after him, doing his best to cut some clearance for the raccoon and dog to make it bath without getting snared and eaten.
"Hmm," Kaisel says of the hawk drawbacks, figuring the brush and the weather still pose enough of a problem to make partial shifting just the wings onto his back also not worth it. He wouldn't really know what it's like to flap around whether it's dry or rainy, so probably best to leave the decision-making up to the man who's body would be morphing.
Which, he does, in a spectacular fashion. There's something to be said about having more than just the usual overly buff shapes at your beck and call. After all isn't it the lion that has to ask the mouse for help removing a thorn from his paw? Although, Kaisel is glad that Remi doesn't turn into a mouse, fitting as that would be given Ratatouille and all. The mouse would take too long to traverse all this, but the raccoon, oh it's perfect. "No way! You're a trash panda!?" he can't help but exclaim as he look over mid weed-whacking to see the Bastion reduced to a fuzzy gremlin.
His speed is surprising, but any good thief like the raccoon needs to be able to make a clean getaway. Laughing after the last visible sign of the tail, Kaisel jumps in after him. It's not as quick or graceful, and he's forced to thread around dead or dying obstacles as the jungle leaves things in an array of decomposition, but with some footwork and blade work he does his best until he loses track of Remi completely. "See if he'll chase you!" Kai calls after him, doing his best to cut some clearance for the raccoon and dog to make it bath without getting snared and eaten.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
