I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
Coming from the strangeness of the desert and the dreamscape that snuck up on him, none of it feels like it can find them here. They're untouchable, not even permitting the darkness to creep in beyond the firelight and the laughter. Or that's the sense Kaisel carries with him as he walks down the beach, expecting no problems larger than unruly encantados. Outside worries will return in time, but here and now, the warmth of Torchline pushes back fiercely against the bleakness of the night.
With hands fisting his hips, legs spread, Kaisel surveys the flaming hoop beyond the water with no semblance of caution in his expression. "I'm definitely doing that tonight." Stripped of his soldier attire for now, his first round of patrols complete, he stands in more suitable casual wear. This includes a yellow tank top that bears Ronin's face laughing open-mouthed in cartoon-style on the front, sunglasses each bearing part of his name, White in one, Knight in the other. Beneath that, he's got on his hot pink board shorts with little white encantado prints on them, and the barefeet of a man intending to be in the water before long.
Glancing over his shoulder, he lifts up a hand to his brows out of habit, despite there being no sun to shade and improve his view. He's looking for Flora, having misplaced her while he worked, and so he squints through the glows of the bonfires in test of a familiar shape, the bracelet on his wrist equally casting out a net of awareness for her.
With hands fisting his hips, legs spread, Kaisel surveys the flaming hoop beyond the water with no semblance of caution in his expression. "I'm definitely doing that tonight." Stripped of his soldier attire for now, his first round of patrols complete, he stands in more suitable casual wear. This includes a yellow tank top that bears Ronin's face laughing open-mouthed in cartoon-style on the front, sunglasses each bearing part of his name, White in one, Knight in the other. Beneath that, he's got on his hot pink board shorts with little white encantado prints on them, and the barefeet of a man intending to be in the water before long.
Glancing over his shoulder, he lifts up a hand to his brows out of habit, despite there being no sun to shade and improve his view. He's looking for Flora, having misplaced her while he worked, and so he squints through the glows of the bonfires in test of a familiar shape, the bracelet on his wrist equally casting out a net of awareness for her.
Kaisel
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life, stronger
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
