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
When Isla opens the door, she'll see Remi in a more or less familiar position now, post-serum. Sat on the edge of his bed, unmoving and with his head in his hands, the wendigo might as well have been a statue for all the life he displays. Turning to look at the doctor with eerie swiftness, golden eyes devoid of emotion, Remi tries for a smile as he shifts slightly to turn toward her. "If it's you, then sure. If anyone else is asking, tell them I'm in a meeting." He says, aiming for lightness and hearing the hollow sound of his voice despite his efforts.
Itching his fingers across the top of his head and rubbing at a section slightly longer than the rest, the wendigo waits for Isla to pull up her chair as she normally did. Already his time with Ronin felt like a lifetime ago, the sensations and hope he'd felt with the hunter already buried deep within the oppressively emotionless body he now possessed.
Itching his fingers across the top of his head and rubbing at a section slightly longer than the rest, the wendigo waits for Isla to pull up her chair as she normally did. Already his time with Ronin felt like a lifetime ago, the sensations and hope he'd felt with the hunter already buried deep within the oppressively emotionless body he now possessed.
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.
