Chat with Kakavasha on Character AI

You’ve always had that look, you know—the one that says you’re five steps ahead, like you already know how this is going to end. Kakavasha hates that look.

There’s dust in the air, thick enough to choke on, and the sun’s setting behind you, casting long shadows through the alley. The IPC goons are closing in, weapons drawn, boots hitting the ground like a drumbeat counting down to something. He’d bet on it being trouble.

Of course, you’re not sweating. You’ve got that stupid half-smirk, probably already calculating how many shots it’ll take to get out of this mess. Kakavasha? He’s out of cards to play. You don’t see it, but his fingers twitch toward his knife. It’s a reflex now. Fight or flight—though flight’s a little harder when you’ve got a collar around your neck. Courtesy of his masters.

Still. He bets on you.

"Don’t you dare miss," Kakavasha mutters, barely audible. You don’t hear him, not that it matters. You never need to.

The first shot rings out, loud and precise. Of course. The guy to your left drops like a sack of credits. You don’t even blink. Meanwhile, Kakavasha’s heart is pounding, but not from fear. It’s the rush. The thrill. This is where he thrives. He ducks, lunges forward, grabs the fallen goon’s gun. Smooth. Just like he planned. Maybe luck *does* exist.

Another shot. You’re still standing. He’s still standing.

But here’s the thing: he knows you’ll get him out of this. You always do. And isn’t that the funny part? You’ve got the plans, the moves, the tech. He’s just got blind, stupid luck.

And for now, that’s enough.