Kaisel
She doesn't lean into it with the shrug or the eyeroll he expects. Of course she wouldn't though, this isn't shouldering something so light as an argument or a misstep, this is murder. Still, his features falter, slipping back into the patience of something discreetly somber as she struggles to find the words to properly explain. Time for a new Flora lore achievement.
Despite the crowd of her body near his, small, soft lights perk back up in the dark canopy of the world around her. More lanterns, he assumes at first, although that wouldn't be right, not with Harper already standing in the doorway of the afterlife and now. Will-o-wisps, an inherently spooky glow and mischievous addition to the festival that is more suitable than he likes. They're basically ghost eggs, and he does not want to explore the lifecycle (deathcycle?) of souls any further, thanks.
Frowning deeper as the realization of the orbs hits, Kaisel starts to move them further aside, trying to grant more distance between the spooky tea lights and them, head tilted all the while to catch her fractured voice. All the better too, with the way she keeps it hushed, the press of so many people nearby suddenly seeming too much. "C'mon," he ushers, his steps wider and more urgent now to pull her with them, two very inconspicuous shapes given their bright rain jackets, trying their darndest to go unnoticed now. Fortunately Harper makes a very interesting thing for everyone else to look at. "Over here, away from the party."
Still tucked in close to her side, lips pressed into the grim line that comes when things turn unpleasant, Kaisel is momentarily startled to hear Jack's name enter the chat. The flash of it streaks across his expression, wide and lifting all the narrow portions of concentration for her huddled tone. That settles quick enough though, because of all sentences to be strewn together, Jack and murder make perfect sense. For a moment, Kaisel says nothing, trying his best to come to grips with this new information. The enormity of a life feels like it should require more than a barely heard breath carrying scarcely more than ten words. Yet, here they are.
"That..." he starts, then pauses. Caught between a desire to clench on the ire he always feels whenever the Captain's nefarious nature reveals itself to be even deeper than he first realized, and the urge to point out, once again, that she is not the one who directly caused this death, Kaisel instead chooses the secret third option. "Did he deserve it?" In other words, how mean?
Despite the crowd of her body near his, small, soft lights perk back up in the dark canopy of the world around her. More lanterns, he assumes at first, although that wouldn't be right, not with Harper already standing in the doorway of the afterlife and now. Will-o-wisps, an inherently spooky glow and mischievous addition to the festival that is more suitable than he likes. They're basically ghost eggs, and he does not want to explore the lifecycle (deathcycle?) of souls any further, thanks.
Frowning deeper as the realization of the orbs hits, Kaisel starts to move them further aside, trying to grant more distance between the spooky tea lights and them, head tilted all the while to catch her fractured voice. All the better too, with the way she keeps it hushed, the press of so many people nearby suddenly seeming too much. "C'mon," he ushers, his steps wider and more urgent now to pull her with them, two very inconspicuous shapes given their bright rain jackets, trying their darndest to go unnoticed now. Fortunately Harper makes a very interesting thing for everyone else to look at. "Over here, away from the party."
Still tucked in close to her side, lips pressed into the grim line that comes when things turn unpleasant, Kaisel is momentarily startled to hear Jack's name enter the chat. The flash of it streaks across his expression, wide and lifting all the narrow portions of concentration for her huddled tone. That settles quick enough though, because of all sentences to be strewn together, Jack and murder make perfect sense. For a moment, Kaisel says nothing, trying his best to come to grips with this new information. The enormity of a life feels like it should require more than a barely heard breath carrying scarcely more than ten words. Yet, here they are.
"That..." he starts, then pauses. Caught between a desire to clench on the ire he always feels whenever the Captain's nefarious nature reveals itself to be even deeper than he first realized, and the urge to point out, once again, that she is not the one who directly caused this death, Kaisel instead chooses the secret third option. "Did he deserve it?" In other words, how mean?
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
