Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Fighting off the complete roll of his eyes that threatens, they only make it about halfway, more like an ocular sigh than anything. "Yeah, well, pretty weird words to listen to. Wouldn't put much stock in mutters that blame the queen, who has given so much for the region, rather than The Captain who sailed away and left them high and dry in the first place." His voice has grown a bit tighter as he places the words down, gruff with a disapproval that he tries to keep from fully settling on her, knowing her just the messenger. Not that he'd take Flora slander well period, but in comparison to Jack glorification, it rankles something awful.
Trying to bury the grim mood that's creeping up with a forced laugh, the breath sure to shake it away with enough force, Kaisel just digs his heels into the disagreement. "Dunno what shady tour guide you found that told you all this, but trust that Remi and Ronin could handle the undercity just fine. " Decimate it, surely, and cost plenty of seedy lives, but they could do it if the need rose big enough. He rather assumes that they're allowing the thieves to continue to sort themselves out. A power vacuum will always find a new leader to crown. If that leader then gets shanked the next day, well, one less scumbag to worry about in the long run.
Confident that Ronin and Flora have a plan and a handle on it, Kaisel doesn't let the worry nest. "Dunno, I love it here just fine." he says easily, and maybe because he'd never lived here beforehand he can't truly compare it the way she is, or maybe because chasing down hooligans every shift is way more fun than marching up and down Stormbreak's walls, but he's content. "Even better with Jack gone." For obvious reasons.
The way she immediately shifts is a welcome sight, and as if he means to let it be infectious, Kaisel turns his sights towards the ocean to capture some of the very same inspiration. It will have far less effect on him, unfortunately. "Yeah, it is nice," he agrees with a smile grown lopsided, one side still trying to catch up to the idea that the sea is the best thing here. Clearly she and he are very different. "I like the parasailing the most when it comes to the ocean. The people here are the best part of the city though, in my opinion." Certainly it started with the Doubletake, but the much more carefree nature of this place suits him. "That, and just the city as a whole. I came from another nice one, but nothing really beats this place." Even the sand was acceptable now.
Her explanation has him shaking his head as he departs, chuckling under his breath in the way someone a little disbelieving does. Not willing enough to push back, instead letting it melt into humor. He'd do her one better than help her up, returning with what is truly heroic, a tasty treat in hand. The eagerness to come back is surely just the need to tend to her wounded ankle and be on his way after the thief. "Molten Pineapple for the laaady," he announces with a put-on voice and show of displaying her smoothie out for her to claim, his strawberry delight held aloft on his other palm like some prize artifact on a pedestal. "Take a sip and let me know how your ankle feels," he instructs, not about to leave her side if she can't walk.
Trying to bury the grim mood that's creeping up with a forced laugh, the breath sure to shake it away with enough force, Kaisel just digs his heels into the disagreement. "Dunno what shady tour guide you found that told you all this, but trust that Remi and Ronin could handle the undercity just fine. " Decimate it, surely, and cost plenty of seedy lives, but they could do it if the need rose big enough. He rather assumes that they're allowing the thieves to continue to sort themselves out. A power vacuum will always find a new leader to crown. If that leader then gets shanked the next day, well, one less scumbag to worry about in the long run.
Confident that Ronin and Flora have a plan and a handle on it, Kaisel doesn't let the worry nest. "Dunno, I love it here just fine." he says easily, and maybe because he'd never lived here beforehand he can't truly compare it the way she is, or maybe because chasing down hooligans every shift is way more fun than marching up and down Stormbreak's walls, but he's content. "Even better with Jack gone." For obvious reasons.
The way she immediately shifts is a welcome sight, and as if he means to let it be infectious, Kaisel turns his sights towards the ocean to capture some of the very same inspiration. It will have far less effect on him, unfortunately. "Yeah, it is nice," he agrees with a smile grown lopsided, one side still trying to catch up to the idea that the sea is the best thing here. Clearly she and he are very different. "I like the parasailing the most when it comes to the ocean. The people here are the best part of the city though, in my opinion." Certainly it started with the Doubletake, but the much more carefree nature of this place suits him. "That, and just the city as a whole. I came from another nice one, but nothing really beats this place." Even the sand was acceptable now.
Her explanation has him shaking his head as he departs, chuckling under his breath in the way someone a little disbelieving does. Not willing enough to push back, instead letting it melt into humor. He'd do her one better than help her up, returning with what is truly heroic, a tasty treat in hand. The eagerness to come back is surely just the need to tend to her wounded ankle and be on his way after the thief. "Molten Pineapple for the laaady," he announces with a put-on voice and show of displaying her smoothie out for her to claim, his strawberry delight held aloft on his other palm like some prize artifact on a pedestal. "Take a sip and let me know how your ankle feels," he instructs, not about to leave her side if she can't walk.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
