Sorry, I must have misheard you. It almost sounded as if you were asking for a hint just then. Remi thinks back, and though he has a beak just now, his thoughts have been shaped around a smile.
Maybe I can become mist. Or maybe I have become a small flower. You know, like the sort you always see tossed near graves. He suggests (un)helpfully, flitting here and there through the heavily-charged air.
Had Remi been in a body he was more familiar with, perhaps he might have been more aware of how the pressure was changing around him. Alas, with thin bones and a body that could be held in someone's palm, the firebird was far too small to but more than distantly aware of the tension building around him.
At least until a bolt of lightning snarled through the air, moving through his tiny body with ease on its way to the ground. Pain and heat filled the Bastion's mind such that it blotted everything else out: the game, staying airborne, breathing.
Like a tiny meteor, Remi fell toward the ground as his body and mind were caught in a hard-restart. Though he was distantly aware of hitting the ground, because of how little he weighed he struck the earth without much more than a muffled whooomph which was likely covered up by the purr of thunder which followed the lightning strike.
Maybe I can become mist. Or maybe I have become a small flower. You know, like the sort you always see tossed near graves. He suggests (un)helpfully, flitting here and there through the heavily-charged air.
Had Remi been in a body he was more familiar with, perhaps he might have been more aware of how the pressure was changing around him. Alas, with thin bones and a body that could be held in someone's palm, the firebird was far too small to but more than distantly aware of the tension building around him.
At least until a bolt of lightning snarled through the air, moving through his tiny body with ease on its way to the ground. Pain and heat filled the Bastion's mind such that it blotted everything else out: the game, staying airborne, breathing.
Like a tiny meteor, Remi fell toward the ground as his body and mind were caught in a hard-restart. Though he was distantly aware of hitting the ground, because of how little he weighed he struck the earth without much more than a muffled whooomph which was likely covered up by the purr of thunder which followed the lightning strike.
the bastion
