Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Remi's pupils grow wide as he watches the silver unbuckle from around Ronin's waist. A bit like watching someone you like casually undressing in front of you in a situation that prevents anything else from happening, the wendigo is torn between his desire to look and to be good. So it is that he scrunches his nose and casts a fleeting glance toward the sky. 'Are you sure that's smart?' It wasn't, and they both knew it. As long as nothing went wrong there was every reason to think that Remi could control himself.
If, if, if..
"Ahh, I will let you have this one. It will be nice to play the hero for once." Remi agrees, bobbing his head up and down. "Mmm. Too keen to think they could catch her unawares. She probably already knows that we are here. I certainly would." So saying Remi peels off his jacket, folding it neatly and placing it on a nearby crate. Next comes his sweater, and though there's hardly any meat on his bones, he doesn't shiver in the cold.
"How long can you hold your breath?" Remi asks casually as he steps out of his shoes.
If, if, if..
"Ahh, I will let you have this one. It will be nice to play the hero for once." Remi agrees, bobbing his head up and down. "Mmm. Too keen to think they could catch her unawares. She probably already knows that we are here. I certainly would." So saying Remi peels off his jacket, folding it neatly and placing it on a nearby crate. Next comes his sweater, and though there's hardly any meat on his bones, he doesn't shiver in the cold.
"How long can you hold your breath?" Remi asks casually as he steps out of his shoes.
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
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.
