[It was not a graceful entry, plunged to the depths of a ceaselessly cold bay, the weight of his dragoon armor dragging him into the darkness until he was pulled forward by a retinue of bafflingly helpful turtles. It is not a particularly graceful exit, either, to find his bearings on the shore and standing to his full height, a man looking as though he is ready to go to war, dripping with water and disgruntled in demeanor.
He removes his helmet, fashioned in the shape of a dragon’s facade, from his head with a wet squelch. Long strands of blond hair, equally soaked, stick in tangled across his cheekbones, his forehead. He looks confused; more over, he looks displeased.
The cut of his gaze is sharp, and lands upon the nearest sight: a very familiar spear, washed up on shore, laying askew. And some thoughtless, oblivious soul who draws close to it in curiosity.]
Halt. [He moves in long strides towards this stranger.] That is not yours to wield.
the caravan to camelot.
[He keeps to himself on the ride over, never one for idle blather or attempts to form new acquaintances at the drop of a hat. And so, this means Kain busies himself with the smartphone in his hand, or a string of ear buds in the other, looking as equally suspicious of both.
The ear buds, they go into the shell of their ears, do they not? And one end connects to the device in his hand? The idea is simple, but the practice is foreign, and so he looks to others for guidance without actually taking the time to ask them.
So, if you’re someone who’s plugged into their phone, well. It’s more than likely you’re earning an assessing stare from your local dragoon nearby.]
the red spring.
You are the other assigned to this room, are you not?
[Comes Kain’s query on the heels of his entry, eyes landing squarely on his new roommate. He looks serious, like the sort of man who sees no need in hiding his assessment.]
Do you intend to stay in here or will you be exploring the town?
[Hi, hello, nice to meet you.]
wildcard.
(( ooc; I’m open to just about anything! Surprise me. ))
kain highwind ( final fantasy iv )
[It was not a graceful entry, plunged to the depths of a ceaselessly cold bay, the weight of his dragoon armor dragging him into the darkness until he was pulled forward by a retinue of bafflingly helpful turtles. It is not a particularly graceful exit, either, to find his bearings on the shore and standing to his full height, a man looking as though he is ready to go to war, dripping with water and disgruntled in demeanor.
He removes his helmet, fashioned in the shape of a dragon’s facade, from his head with a wet squelch. Long strands of blond hair, equally soaked, stick in tangled across his cheekbones, his forehead. He looks confused; more over, he looks displeased.
The cut of his gaze is sharp, and lands upon the nearest sight: a very familiar spear, washed up on shore, laying askew. And some thoughtless, oblivious soul who draws close to it in curiosity.]
Halt. [He moves in long strides towards this stranger.] That is not yours to wield.
the caravan to camelot.
[He keeps to himself on the ride over, never one for idle blather or attempts to form new acquaintances at the drop of a hat. And so, this means Kain busies himself with the smartphone in his hand, or a string of ear buds in the other, looking as equally suspicious of both.
The ear buds, they go into the shell of their ears, do they not? And one end connects to the device in his hand? The idea is simple, but the practice is foreign, and so he looks to others for guidance without actually taking the time to ask them.
So, if you’re someone who’s plugged into their phone, well. It’s more than likely you’re earning an assessing stare from your local dragoon nearby.]
the red spring.
You are the other assigned to this room, are you not?
[Comes Kain’s query on the heels of his entry, eyes landing squarely on his new roommate. He looks serious, like the sort of man who sees no need in hiding his assessment.]
Do you intend to stay in here or will you be exploring the town?
[Hi, hello, nice to meet you.]
wildcard.
(( ooc; I’m open to just about anything! Surprise me. ))