Kaisel
Strength does only go so far without proper traction, but thankfully between two Ronins, one of which is staying on firm ground, the final shove to free the wagon rolls ahead smoothly. So much so in fact, that all the struggle he’d primed for meets only the resistance of air, which as it turns out has all the backbone of a sea cucumber. Kaisel only has enough time to stagger once and flail a little before he crashes with the others into the bed of mud. It’s fine though, ingesting mud is supposed to make you stronger.
Peeling his face out of the earthen pudding, he can’t help the return laugh he offers back at Ronin, the sight of them ridiculous. ”Ayup,” he agrees, smearing the back of his hand across his face, which is about as effective as using an equally coated spatula to scrape the brownie mix from the bowl. Nothing will be entirely clean, but it moves the batter around enough. He flicks it with a grimace from his finger tips, rising back to his feet and rather uselessly trying to squeegee the dripping mud from his coated front.
”Alright, you guys can use the freed wagon to work on the others,” he glances back at the train, figuring they could rinse and repeat to a certain extent. ”We’ll keep smoothing out and drying the road,” Kaisel offers to the family as everyone untangles from the mire. With a plan of attack now, the road falls into something more manageable, and the wagons might be filthy, but they end up free and ready to roll.
”Guess I shoulda called Sunjata now, to clean us up,” Kaisel grins at Ronin when they’re finished. Luckily the town can provide what they need, though he’s half the mind to hunt down Flora and give her the biggest hug he can before washing off.
[FIN]
Peeling his face out of the earthen pudding, he can’t help the return laugh he offers back at Ronin, the sight of them ridiculous. ”Ayup,” he agrees, smearing the back of his hand across his face, which is about as effective as using an equally coated spatula to scrape the brownie mix from the bowl. Nothing will be entirely clean, but it moves the batter around enough. He flicks it with a grimace from his finger tips, rising back to his feet and rather uselessly trying to squeegee the dripping mud from his coated front.
”Alright, you guys can use the freed wagon to work on the others,” he glances back at the train, figuring they could rinse and repeat to a certain extent. ”We’ll keep smoothing out and drying the road,” Kaisel offers to the family as everyone untangles from the mire. With a plan of attack now, the road falls into something more manageable, and the wagons might be filthy, but they end up free and ready to roll.
”Guess I shoulda called Sunjata now, to clean us up,” Kaisel grins at Ronin when they’re finished. Luckily the town can provide what they need, though he’s half the mind to hunt down Flora and give her the biggest hug he can before washing off.
[FIN]
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
