Kaisel
"I hate ghosts that are out of control," he corrects swiftly, and strikes a far too similar pose to the aktually gif. "When Mort has a handle on them, it's all well and good. When they're moaning and groaning down the halls trying to murder me, not good." It has less to do with the fact they're dead, a frightening enough feature to behold for anyone who likes to pretend there's no real risks to running through life pell-mell as he does, and a lot more to do with the fact they're dead and disorderly, unable to easily be punched back into place.
Glancing towards her, she appears surprisingly small. It's largely due to the fact that her face is the only thing that really sticks out from the bright frame of screaming yellow. That her expression has become something a touch forlorn doesn't help, suggesting that she's surrendering to the swallow of color and vibrant waterproofing. "We already had a much better lantern for Enzo this year," he hums with a cheer meant to buoy her. "Birthday candles." Though he knows what she means, and his hand squeezes in hers where he never bothered to untangle from her grip, because why would he.
The hush of the festival creeps even over to him though as Ludo descends, and bit by bit he watches the robes pass and wink out each lantern, leaving only one burning still. The ghostly door to Mort's realm appears with unsettling ease for Kaisel, and as it swings open, revealing the chosen soul, Kaisel's eyes widen a touch. "Is that...Harper?" A figure never met, but known from history texts on old leaders.
Glancing towards her, she appears surprisingly small. It's largely due to the fact that her face is the only thing that really sticks out from the bright frame of screaming yellow. That her expression has become something a touch forlorn doesn't help, suggesting that she's surrendering to the swallow of color and vibrant waterproofing. "We already had a much better lantern for Enzo this year," he hums with a cheer meant to buoy her. "Birthday candles." Though he knows what she means, and his hand squeezes in hers where he never bothered to untangle from her grip, because why would he.
The hush of the festival creeps even over to him though as Ludo descends, and bit by bit he watches the robes pass and wink out each lantern, leaving only one burning still. The ghostly door to Mort's realm appears with unsettling ease for Kaisel, and as it swings open, revealing the chosen soul, Kaisel's eyes widen a touch. "Is that...Harper?" A figure never met, but known from history texts on old leaders.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
