dire engagements

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be

The flashlight beam hits Remi square in the face, and for the briefest flicker of a second, it casts too many shadows, one trailing out behind him, long-limbed and wrong, stretching toward the wall like it wants to keep going. But then he flinches, blinking hard against the sudden glare, and it’s just him again. Just a man and his shadow.

"A blind medium probably wouldn’t seem all that convincing to your viewers," he mutters dryly, rubbing at his eyes with the back of one hand before tossing Ronin a look of theatrical exasperation. "Try not to disorient me before the spirits do."

He strolls forward without hurry, shoulders loose, feet stepping with unconscious precision into the faint barefoot prints on the concrete floor. Not once does he look down, but his steps align all the same. At the edge of the well, he peers at the symbols carved into the side, before drifting to the buckets beside it. "Oh good," he says softly, almost to himself. "They brought the water."

Straightening, he glances back at Ronin and nods. "Estes sounds good—assuming we get enough signal down here to make it interesting." With a shrug and the hint of a smile, he drifts aside, slipping out of the frame so that Ronin can do his thing. "Go on, then. I'll just be over here."

but there's a light in the attic and I swear it's calling me

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3