Kaisel
"JUMP??" he demands, tearing his gaze away from the fixed point he's using for balance to properly stare at Remi and all his madness. Runs in the family, clearly. God-like in plenty of ways already, Remi stands like he's surveying his dedicated portion of Caido, particularly divine above the clouds with his wings shaping a route of deliverance against the wind. Kaisel's mouth falls open a touch, his sense of Remi's legendary status too softened by family dinners and raccoon thefts, he realizes. He'd forgotten in his moment of worry that Remi can do more than talk shit in another language and make massive gummy worms that are easily offended. "Oh!" The Bastion would be the backpack built for the sky. "Right. Jump!"
Remi's hand settles on his shoulder with a touch that feels equally like he might tug Kaisel into his arms, ready to tandem skydive, or potentially push him right over the cliff, because now would be a fortunate time to explain to Flora what a terrible accident it had been. The man certainly has a history with opening Mort's halls for others, after all, so it wouldn't really surprise Kaisel in the end.
The push is only mental after all, because the hand is kind and understanding. A nervous laugh lifts, the wind steals half of it, because "what!?" Now he's back around to Remi being mad. Except Remi isn't laughing, smile aside, he's explaining, and it all sounds very reasonable in the way Caido shit does. "So you're saying, a dream is why we're here? Why..." he trails off, because trying to look too closely back at the things that'd just happen make them run away faster from his grasp, fuzzy and distorted at the edges. Gummy worms, he remembers, but what about them? His mind fizzes like shaken soda pop as he tries, and he relents for the time being.
"Okay, so let's say this is a dream, and I can fly." He's talking as if he's only humoring the Bastion, aware that trying to rationalize with crazy doesn't work, he's argued with Flora enough times now to know. You have to meet the insanity on its level. "How do I do it? I just, imagine I'm a dragon all the sudde—"
Impossibly perched on talon-tips on the ledge, neck extending out in a coil over the expanse of sky, tail winding in similar fashion further back, dream-dragon-Kaisel stands where the man had just been. It's less like a shift for an Accepted than it is just something that once was one thing and now is another. Scales so deeply violet they're almost black gleam in the light, the color extending down most of his body except the underside of him, where the scales are longer for scooting over stone, and paler so that the countershading helps blend him into the bright sky when things below look up. He blinks, a nictitating membrane spilling over his slit pupil before pulling back, and Kaisel unwinds the length of his neck so that his face is level with Remi again. He snorts, the plume of hot air rushing out towards the Bastion, and a guttural rumble vibrates from his chest and down his throat in something remarkably gleeful for all its bass.
At first, his mind is content to believe that this too, is normal, filling in holes and patching up gaps to ensure nothing too shiny bursts though. Holding onto the thread of this being a dream though, Kaisel can understand a little bit better now, that yeah. I should maybe be wondering why we're in a dream together, if that's not your magic anymore, but... race you first? The canopy of pale leather that adorns his sides snaps out, membrane cupping the wind with ease, and Kaisel flaps experimentally once, twice, before tucking them in and snaking his way over the edge and into the clouds.
Remi's hand settles on his shoulder with a touch that feels equally like he might tug Kaisel into his arms, ready to tandem skydive, or potentially push him right over the cliff, because now would be a fortunate time to explain to Flora what a terrible accident it had been. The man certainly has a history with opening Mort's halls for others, after all, so it wouldn't really surprise Kaisel in the end.
The push is only mental after all, because the hand is kind and understanding. A nervous laugh lifts, the wind steals half of it, because "what!?" Now he's back around to Remi being mad. Except Remi isn't laughing, smile aside, he's explaining, and it all sounds very reasonable in the way Caido shit does. "So you're saying, a dream is why we're here? Why..." he trails off, because trying to look too closely back at the things that'd just happen make them run away faster from his grasp, fuzzy and distorted at the edges. Gummy worms, he remembers, but what about them? His mind fizzes like shaken soda pop as he tries, and he relents for the time being.
"Okay, so let's say this is a dream, and I can fly." He's talking as if he's only humoring the Bastion, aware that trying to rationalize with crazy doesn't work, he's argued with Flora enough times now to know. You have to meet the insanity on its level. "How do I do it? I just, imagine I'm a dragon all the sudde—"
Impossibly perched on talon-tips on the ledge, neck extending out in a coil over the expanse of sky, tail winding in similar fashion further back, dream-dragon-Kaisel stands where the man had just been. It's less like a shift for an Accepted than it is just something that once was one thing and now is another. Scales so deeply violet they're almost black gleam in the light, the color extending down most of his body except the underside of him, where the scales are longer for scooting over stone, and paler so that the countershading helps blend him into the bright sky when things below look up. He blinks, a nictitating membrane spilling over his slit pupil before pulling back, and Kaisel unwinds the length of his neck so that his face is level with Remi again. He snorts, the plume of hot air rushing out towards the Bastion, and a guttural rumble vibrates from his chest and down his throat in something remarkably gleeful for all its bass.
At first, his mind is content to believe that this too, is normal, filling in holes and patching up gaps to ensure nothing too shiny bursts though. Holding onto the thread of this being a dream though, Kaisel can understand a little bit better now, that yeah. I should maybe be wondering why we're in a dream together, if that's not your magic anymore, but... race you first? The canopy of pale leather that adorns his sides snaps out, membrane cupping the wind with ease, and Kaisel flaps experimentally once, twice, before tucking them in and snaking his way over the edge and into the clouds.
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
