Time to deck some halls
The scoff that drags out his incredulous breath says it all, but to be safe, he says it too. "I thought you were supposed to like coming here? Who the hell wants to do cardio?" It's a necessary evil, but it's still evil. Hardly seems befitting a place of luxury and relaxation, but maybe there's a method to the madness. Maybe the package is you get to be the one directing someone else to do cardio, which seems a scenario better suited for a brothel's tastes than a spa.
Easily following the crook of her hand, Kaisel reaches for the entryway door to yank it open and let her through, candy cane momentarily tucked beneath his arm. Expecting the cool kiss of a more climate-controlled space and a buffet for the senses between soft lighting, soothing sounds, and aromatherapy in just the right dosage, the lobby couldn't be further from the opposite. The front desk is unmanned, for one, but streaks of mud coat the floors and splatter the walls like a crime scene trying to stay PG. Potted plants are strewn about and an armchair is overturned and still faintly dripping with residual mud. "What in the Dygra kinda spa is this?"
Fairly certain there's no package that could claim this, he releases Flora's hand as the door swings shut behind them, freeing him to get a good grip on the first weapon he's got available, his massive candy cane. Another wail rises up from around the corner, and to it Kaisel's attention immediately snaps. It's then that the memory mud launches from behind the counter, pulling a clever girl on them. He's got enough time to swing towards it out of reflex, but he only clips the side of it, the rest going straight for Flora's face like a mud mask on a revenge spree.
Easily following the crook of her hand, Kaisel reaches for the entryway door to yank it open and let her through, candy cane momentarily tucked beneath his arm. Expecting the cool kiss of a more climate-controlled space and a buffet for the senses between soft lighting, soothing sounds, and aromatherapy in just the right dosage, the lobby couldn't be further from the opposite. The front desk is unmanned, for one, but streaks of mud coat the floors and splatter the walls like a crime scene trying to stay PG. Potted plants are strewn about and an armchair is overturned and still faintly dripping with residual mud. "What in the Dygra kinda spa is this?"
Fairly certain there's no package that could claim this, he releases Flora's hand as the door swings shut behind them, freeing him to get a good grip on the first weapon he's got available, his massive candy cane. Another wail rises up from around the corner, and to it Kaisel's attention immediately snaps. It's then that the memory mud launches from behind the counter, pulling a clever girl on them. He's got enough time to swing towards it out of reflex, but he only clips the side of it, the rest going straight for Flora's face like a mud mask on a revenge spree.
Kaisel
Ho ho ho Bitches
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
