like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Remi raises a brow, laughter bubbling quietly out of him. "It really wouldn’t take much to get Ronin into a pair of heels sprinting down the beach," he admits, his grin boyish and bright for a moment. "The political part he might resist, but the outfit? Not at all."
When Kaisel’s punch lands, Remi glances down almost politely, then shakes his head with a rueful little shrug. "Obviously I felt it," he concedes, voice carrying the warm cadence of the travelling tongue. "It just...didn’t hurt." There’s a flash of apology in his eyes, the faintest downturn of his mouth before he adds, "Good form, though." Then he turns to make his exaggerated escape, boots scuffing lightly against the wet rock.
The next thing he knows, there’s a weight flung at his back and an elbow pressing near his shoulder. The Bastion’s laugh rolls low and genuine this time, echoing in the cavern. The hit lands close enough to the pressure point, but it’s like striking the side of a mountain, muscle and magic both refusing to yield. "Ah," he sighs contentedly, "I have a knot there. That actually feels quite nice."
Then, clearing his throat, he drops into the same awful pantomime voice as before—half pirate, half dying fish. "Ohh nooo," he groans dramatically, sinking to his knees with all the enthusiasm of a theatre actor fainting on cue. "The law has caught me. But I won't go easily!"
2/4 Remi thanks Kai for the massage and then collapses under the weight of the law.
When Kaisel’s punch lands, Remi glances down almost politely, then shakes his head with a rueful little shrug. "Obviously I felt it," he concedes, voice carrying the warm cadence of the travelling tongue. "It just...didn’t hurt." There’s a flash of apology in his eyes, the faintest downturn of his mouth before he adds, "Good form, though." Then he turns to make his exaggerated escape, boots scuffing lightly against the wet rock.
The next thing he knows, there’s a weight flung at his back and an elbow pressing near his shoulder. The Bastion’s laugh rolls low and genuine this time, echoing in the cavern. The hit lands close enough to the pressure point, but it’s like striking the side of a mountain, muscle and magic both refusing to yield. "Ah," he sighs contentedly, "I have a knot there. That actually feels quite nice."
Then, clearing his throat, he drops into the same awful pantomime voice as before—half pirate, half dying fish. "Ohh nooo," he groans dramatically, sinking to his knees with all the enthusiasm of a theatre actor fainting on cue. "The law has caught me. But I won't go easily!"
2/4 Remi thanks Kai for the massage and then collapses under the weight of the law.
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.
