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
Eyebrows, Eyebrows and cue laugh track and base slap sound. No wait, this isn't that kind of show.
"JUsT PuT ThE DaMn ThINg On." Remi mimics, tilting his head away ever so slightly as Ronin's fingers work to undo the various loops. Heaving himself into a standing position, Remi looks down at himself, before glancing at Ronin. "There's going to be my blood on it now." He murmurs in a tone of voice that suggests this is Ronin's problem since he asked for it, before buttoning the jacket up and looking all the more like a fucking idiot for it.
Tracking after the hunter in his eerily near-silent way, Remi shoves his hands into the pockets of Ronin's jacket (boo, nothing to find), and nibbles the inside of his lip. "So..." He murmurs, coming alongside before overtaking Ronin that his senses might guide them both. "Do...you want to talk about it?" Unfortunately the words come out sounding like a dad whose daughter has just gotten her first period and he's obligated to ask the question. In fact the wendigo is happy to talk things out, only on the heels of having been mid-kill, then stabbed, then bound by silver in order to be un-stabbed, managing his tone is a bit too much. Still, at least the glance over his shoulder looks genuine enough.
Or maybe it's murdery, Remi never really can tell.
"JUsT PuT ThE DaMn ThINg On." Remi mimics, tilting his head away ever so slightly as Ronin's fingers work to undo the various loops. Heaving himself into a standing position, Remi looks down at himself, before glancing at Ronin. "There's going to be my blood on it now." He murmurs in a tone of voice that suggests this is Ronin's problem since he asked for it, before buttoning the jacket up and looking all the more like a fucking idiot for it.
Tracking after the hunter in his eerily near-silent way, Remi shoves his hands into the pockets of Ronin's jacket (boo, nothing to find), and nibbles the inside of his lip. "So..." He murmurs, coming alongside before overtaking Ronin that his senses might guide them both. "Do...you want to talk about it?" Unfortunately the words come out sounding like a dad whose daughter has just gotten her first period and he's obligated to ask the question. In fact the wendigo is happy to talk things out, only on the heels of having been mid-kill, then stabbed, then bound by silver in order to be un-stabbed, managing his tone is a bit too much. Still, at least the glance over his shoulder looks genuine enough.
Or maybe it's murdery, Remi never really can tell.
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.
