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
"Exactly!" The wendigo comments brightly. "Honestly, this is why the world went to shit if you ask me." It wasn't; Americana paper companies and their wasting of resources certainly didn't hold a candle to inexplicable supernatural invasions and cosmic interference, but just now in Ronin's apartment with Jim staring into the camera and shrugging, Remi thought it absolutely boiled down to something just that simple.
Knowing the moment was going to come and feeling it creep ever closer with every that's what she said, when Ronin finally did rise, it was all Remi could do to hold a smile on his lips. "Yeah." He agreed, reaching for the remote and holding it awkwardly in his hands. Sitting perfectly still in the living room with Michael buzzing in the background, the wendigo listened with privacy-defying clarity as Ronin went about his bedtime rituals. Only when the wendigo heard something that sounded very much like a lock clicking into place on the other side of the hunter's door, did he relax.
Or, if not relax, stopped actively listening after Ronin.
Dread swept around him in waves, pulling at the balls of his feet before riding up his thighs and into his groin like frigid seawater. Though there was silver in all the appropriate places keeping the wendigo more or less contained in the apartment, never had he experienced such freedom. It hadn't really hit him until Ronin went to bed and Remi was left with the entirety of the night to do with as he pleased.
Only..
Peering doubtfully at the tv, Remi turned it off with a push of a button. Rising, he adjusted the pillows on the couch from where Ronin's body had intended them before just..standing in the living room, his head tilted to the side, just listening.
Knowing the moment was going to come and feeling it creep ever closer with every that's what she said, when Ronin finally did rise, it was all Remi could do to hold a smile on his lips. "Yeah." He agreed, reaching for the remote and holding it awkwardly in his hands. Sitting perfectly still in the living room with Michael buzzing in the background, the wendigo listened with privacy-defying clarity as Ronin went about his bedtime rituals. Only when the wendigo heard something that sounded very much like a lock clicking into place on the other side of the hunter's door, did he relax.
Or, if not relax, stopped actively listening after Ronin.
Dread swept around him in waves, pulling at the balls of his feet before riding up his thighs and into his groin like frigid seawater. Though there was silver in all the appropriate places keeping the wendigo more or less contained in the apartment, never had he experienced such freedom. It hadn't really hit him until Ronin went to bed and Remi was left with the entirety of the night to do with as he pleased.
Only..
Peering doubtfully at the tv, Remi turned it off with a push of a button. Rising, he adjusted the pillows on the couch from where Ronin's body had intended them before just..standing in the living room, his head tilted to the side, just listening.
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.
