REMI
when people say that something is forever
Nearby a certain angel was seated on the edge of a bench, smiling encouragingly to the storm brewing overhead and making notes in a book on his lap. Each time the clouds gave a purr of thunder, he would hum under his breath, scratch out the corresponding note on the page, and then whisper a few polite suggestions about timbre and pitch. The storm was, of course, free to take this advice or not, but if you were going to have a midsummer storm in Venice of all places, best make it worthwhile, mm?
Only..
Frowning and looking up and toward the cemetery, Remi hears the demonic moan of some unhappy creature. No doubt the Priests had once again stumbled inadvertently on some sort of summoning spell which in fact worked, and had brought some level-entity up to play. Tutting, the angel closes the book, taking care to ensure the pages were smoothed down and in place so that nothing would crinkle, before placing it into the pocket of a rather fabulous sage-green overcoat. "Now if you can just hold off for 5 minutes or so, I shall be right back with you." The angel says apologetically to the storm, before marching through the cemetery gates looking exceptionally holier than thou.
"Mi scusi! Signore!" He calls out chipperly in a voice that has spent several hundred years perfecting its accent. "Posso aiutarla..." Pausing as he moves to the side of the Priest such that he's able to see Ronin, Remi falls still, mouth slightly agape.
Oh dear.
Only..
Frowning and looking up and toward the cemetery, Remi hears the demonic moan of some unhappy creature. No doubt the Priests had once again stumbled inadvertently on some sort of summoning spell which in fact worked, and had brought some level-entity up to play. Tutting, the angel closes the book, taking care to ensure the pages were smoothed down and in place so that nothing would crinkle, before placing it into the pocket of a rather fabulous sage-green overcoat. "Now if you can just hold off for 5 minutes or so, I shall be right back with you." The angel says apologetically to the storm, before marching through the cemetery gates looking exceptionally holier than thou.
"Mi scusi! Signore!" He calls out chipperly in a voice that has spent several hundred years perfecting its accent. "Posso aiutarla..." Pausing as he moves to the side of the Priest such that he's able to see Ronin, Remi falls still, mouth slightly agape.
Oh dear.
either way, it ends
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.
