kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
The Greatwood might be humming with its usual vibrancy, but to Remi, it feels like little more than a stretch of land between him and home. The familiar press of the trees, the whisper of leaves, the damp scent of moss and earth—none of it settles the anxious restlessness that tugs at the back of his mind. His thoughts are already halfway to Torchline when a sound rips through the tranquility of the wood, sharp and frantic. A voice, distant but distinct. The unmistakable crash of something—someone—going down.
Remi moves like a shadow through the undergrowth, more predator than man, wings tucked in tight as he clears the distance between himself and Fox in a handful of strides. Spying a man sprawled in the dirt, a half-fallen branch overhead, and the air thick with the sickly, wrong sensation of void magic, Remi winces. And behind him—moving, reaching, hunting—the glistening black tendrils of a Void River Star.
The Bastion's magic snaps into place before he's fully aware of the thought, a net of shimmering golden energy expanding outward in a flash. Anything meant to harm the stranger will hit him instead. It’s instinct, muscle memory, the kind of thing he doesn't even think about anymore. "Here—" Remi keeps his eyes locked on the creature just byound them even as he steps forward tohaul help the man up.
"Stay close to me. If it tries to hit you, it'll have to go through me first." Which, knowing the nature of void-tainted things, was an inevitability rather than an if.
Remi moves like a shadow through the undergrowth, more predator than man, wings tucked in tight as he clears the distance between himself and Fox in a handful of strides. Spying a man sprawled in the dirt, a half-fallen branch overhead, and the air thick with the sickly, wrong sensation of void magic, Remi winces. And behind him—moving, reaching, hunting—the glistening black tendrils of a Void River Star.
The Bastion's magic snaps into place before he's fully aware of the thought, a net of shimmering golden energy expanding outward in a flash. Anything meant to harm the stranger will hit him instead. It’s instinct, muscle memory, the kind of thing he doesn't even think about anymore. "Here—" Remi keeps his eyes locked on the creature just byound them even as he steps forward to
"Stay close to me. If it tries to hit you, it'll have to go through me first." Which, knowing the nature of void-tainted things, was an inevitability rather than an if.
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
