elementier
isaac is practically the worst qualities of both trevor and alucard combined into a person, and quite frankly, sypha has to wonder how the forgemaster manages to exist without outright combusting. somehow, it’s very believable that this would be one of the two humans that align themselves with the vampires. certainly, the pressures of being arrogant and condescending is enough to fold him in half like a piece of paper, isn’t it ? one can only hope.
❝ i could shove it in you instead, you asshole. ❞ sypha isn’t used to spouting curse words without provocation, but it seems her time with trevor have given her a taste for the less refined in life. it’s a shame she has to show such a side to caleb, but given how he is the one to invite the two of them on this mission together, he should’ve expected some arguments at best. or outright brawls at worst.
❝ sure — should you want the entire daemon armada coming for us, i’d happily wave my noise-making light sword around ! let’s hone all of them onto our location and be killed ! ❞ the sarcasm is palpable in the way she spits her venom, and if she could see isaac any clearer in this suffocating darkness, she’d be happy to slap him again. however, wearing black and night is quite a terrible combo — and unlike isaac, sypha has no intentions of harming caleb.
❝ caleb ? ❞
passivity is in caleb’s nature; not too keen to be the one to interfere in heated arguments — that was a job more suited for fjord. the wizard would rather observe, and then speak of it individually after time has passed, when things have calmed down.
so, instead of speaking up about who is in the right or not, caleb transfers his sense of sight and hearing into the bengal cat perched on his shoulder. done so immediately after the slap, initially to have a better sense of vision around his surroundings, but figured he might as well survey around to find anything of interest nearby.
of course, his silence warrants the fight between sypha and isaac to escalate, and frumpkin isn’t too far off, but a few feet enough that he shouldn’t be hearing sypha’s outburst. the feycat whips its head around back to the group and — it’s always an unfamiliar feeling to see yourself from an outside perspective — caleb reaches out to sypha’s shoulder and isaac’s forearm. “frumpkin can hear you, so best to keep our volume lower... i will survey the further areas — tap my shoulder twice when there are dangers approaching us.”
