if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
Eyes narrowed, Remi rolls his shoulder such that his wings unfurl. They aren't as large as they had been when he'd been a manticore, but they were large enough to carry him in flight and hopefully now large enough to act as a deterrent should the ghost try and come any closer. "I am not sure. I asked Ludo about them before...and it said that they were not of its doing." Either they had slipped through when it wasn't looking, or they were somehow other. Neither option seemed particularly comforting.
Having assessed the situation as a predator might rather than at all logically, only as Isla mentioned the ghost's state of dress did the Bastion properly look. Looking lost, clearly overdressed for even the coldest Torchline day, and with a sack of something on its back, to guess that it was from (or had once been) Halo seemed right on the money. "Have you seen these before?" He wondered, glancing at Isla over his shoulder before swiftly returning his stare towards the spirit.
Having assessed the situation as a predator might rather than at all logically, only as Isla mentioned the ghost's state of dress did the Bastion properly look. Looking lost, clearly overdressed for even the coldest Torchline day, and with a sack of something on its back, to guess that it was from (or had once been) Halo seemed right on the money. "Have you seen these before?" He wondered, glancing at Isla over his shoulder before swiftly returning his stare towards the spirit.
we'll float away
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
